Chapter 2208 by Marina Vittori
An Understated Dominance
âListen here, troublemaker! Donât you darÄ get cocky! Do you think you can look down on us? Well, mark my words, this time next year, people will gather to remember your death!â
âHmph! Weâve been around the block in this martial world for years. Naturally, weâve seen it all. Yet, a mere troublemaker like you strut around like you own the place. Youâve got no clue what youâre up against!â
âIf you know whatâs good for you, drop to your knees and beg for mercy, or else weâll kill you!â
The Greenfield Gang was shouting and yelling at her. They were all filled with righteous anger. Abigailâs contemptuous words had enraged them.
Though the title of Grand Sorceress of the Mystic Arts Order might sound imposing, the Greenfield Gang was ruthless. They had stared death in the face and lived to tell the tale, so they were fearless in the face of danger.
But their confidence mainly stemmed from her young age. They doubted that someone barely 18 or 19 could have reached such a high level of mastery. She needed to have started training practically from birth.
Moreover, Abigail was alone and had no guardian by her side.
Meanwhile, they had a whole squad of heroic comrades backing them up. No matter how powerful she was, she was still outnumbered.
âYouâre so damn noisy!â Abigail frowned
Then, she said impatiently, âLooks like you wonât get the message until thereâs some bloodshed.â
âEnough with your chatter! Itâs time for us to teach you a lesson!â
The Greenfield Gang exchanged silent glances. They immediately drew their weapons and charged forward.
Their movements were swift as they formed an avian formation before launching their attacks.
It was a tactical arrangement where they positioned themselves in a formation resembling the flight pattern of birds. Typically, it involved two leading the charge and two providing backup.
This formation allowed for dynamic movement, both in offense and defense. It was a versatile formation that allowed them to change strategies and keep their opponents on their toes.
In situations where the opponents were outnumbered, the avian formation offered a tactical advantage that was difficult to overcome.
âTalk about laying it all out on the table. You can tell right away that the Greenfield Gang isnât messing around. They were much stronger than the Bovens brothers!â
âYou bet! The Greenfield Gang has been the top dog for as long as anyone can remember. With all four members teaming up, taking down one troublemaker should be a breeze.â
âThis troublemaker is too young. She even dares to fight alone without a guardian in sight. Today is going to be her last.â
Watching the Greenfield Gang radiating confidence, the martial arts elites behind Luke couldnât resist whispering among themselves.
In contrast to Abigail, the recently appointed Grand Sorceress of the Mystic Arts Order, they believed the Greenfield Gang would win the fight.
âProwling predator!â
âCall of the wilderness!â
âPrimal fury!â
âTitans clash!â
After surrounding her, the Greenfield Gang launched their attack from all angles.
One swung blades, the other tossed daggers, another flung hidden weapons, while the last one used poison.
The scene unfolded like a whirlwind of action, and their movements were hard to follow.
âIgnorant fools!â Abigail snorted and brought down her palm in one swift motion. Her palm wind ripped through the air like a thunderclap. It carried a tremendous force as it pressed on the Greenfield Gang.
The Greenfield Gang suddenly felt a heavy weight bearing down on them, and their movements slowed to a crawl.
And then, like a mountain collapsing into the sea, a colossal palm wind slammed into them head-on.
The four men let out a cacophony of screams as they were hurled through the air. They crashed to the ground over ten yards away and coughed up blood.
The Greenfield Gang was defeated with just one move.
The onlookers were left in disbelief as they witnessed the turn of events.
âHow⦠How could this happen? They have been defeated?â
âShe took down the Greenfield Gang in one swift move. Just how powerful is she?â
The crowd exchanged incredulous looks.
It made sense when Abigail effortlessly defeated the Bovens brothers earlier. After all, the twins were known for their immunity to poison, not their combat skills.
But the Greenfield Gang was in a league of its own.
Each member was a force to be reckoned with, and they became an unstoppable powerhouse when they teamed up. They rarely encountered a worthy opponent.
Hence, witnessing them sustain serious injuries from just one move was terrifying.
âTroublemaker! You⦠you destroyed our cultivation?â
The Greenfield Gang lay sprawled on the ground. They were shocked and terrified as they couldnât rise to their feet.
âAnd what if I did? Count yourselves lucky I didnât finish you off,â Abigail said coldly.
âWhy you-â
One of the Greenfield Gang members spat out another mouthful of blood in a fury.
The gang thought they would strike gold with this opportunity and hoped to make some cash and earn respect. Instead, their plan completely backfired.
Not only did they return empty- handed, but they also ended up shooting themselves in the foot.
âNow, itâs your turn!â
Abigailâs gaze swept over Luke and his group.
Her intense stare sent shivers down their spines, and it stirred up a primal sense of panic.
Luke and his group were not dumb. They had witnessed Abigail take down the Greenfield Gang with a single move, so her strength spoke for itself.
Pushing around weak opponents was one thing, but facing off against a powerhouse like her was akin to playing with fire.
âTroublemaker! I didnât expect you to have any tricks left, but I underestimated you. Do you think you can handle these elites alone? Thatâs just wishful thinking!â Luke shouted.
He added, âNow, Iâll show you what it looks like to face a united front! Everyone, letâs take down this troublemaker together!â
He raised his longsword high in the air and shouted, âTake out the troublemaker! Finish her off!â
His words spurred the others into action as they raised their weapons and joined the battle cry.
âCharge!â
Luke thrust his sword forward as he led the charge with Frostzard Manorâs elite martial artists at his side.
At that moment, martial ethics took a backseat to the burning desire for revenge. Thoughts of his father consumed him entirely as he would stop at nothing to settle the score.
âCharge!â
Fueled by a shared purpose, the martial arts experts echoed Lukeâs cry with thunderous roars as they charged forward.
After all, they had taken Lukeâs money and couldnât just back out now that things were heating up. Even if it was all for show, they had a reputation to uphold.
In their line of work, reputation meant everything.