An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

“If you don’t believe me, it’s your call. Forget it, then.” Dustin shrugged. There was no point in trying to

reason

with them anyway. He’d only thought to offer a suggestion out of pure goodwill. Since none of them

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appreciated it, he wouldn’t scramble to make them listen, either.

‘Little brat! Keep your eyes wide open and look at how it really is done!” Mr. Wangley turned and

sprang away. leaving Dustin with those words. The older man scared into the battle ring like a proud

eagle, landing steadily amid the feverish applause from the audience.

Someone whistled, raucous cheers erupting all over in response to Mr. Wangley’s elegant move.

The chunkster, however, paid him no attention. He picked up the fallen mutton leg and continued

devouring it vehemently.

“Young man, that Adamantine Shield of yours is undeniably impressive, but unfortunately, you’re faced

with me tonight. It is only fate for you to end up as my stepping stone!” Mr. Wangley placed both hands

behind his back, arrogance permeating his features.

“Chunkster! Knock this old man out of the ring, and I’ll treat you to a whole roasted lamb in return!”

Brody shouted from the audience.

“Lamb… lamb!”

The chunkster’s eyes lit up as he turned to Mr. Wangley. At present, it was not a renowned fighter who

stood. before him but the promise of a fragrant, whole roasted lamb.

“Defeat you eat lamb!” He struggled to utter a few words from his limited vocabulary before launching

his first attack. With a stomp, the chunkster charged toward Mr. Wangley like the sputtering engine of a

car, violently aiming for a collision.

“Ineffectual amateur!” Mr. Wangley flexed his soles and sprang, landing not a moment later on the

chunkster’s back. Then, without pausing, he extended his fingers and struck the pressure points

present on the chunkster’s back relentlessly.

The chunkster stumbled along with Mr. Wangley’s momentum. He swayed, seconds away from losing

his balance.

“Lamb! Meat!” The chunkster was growing impatient now. His assault became crazed and frantic, but

Mr. Wangley was smart enough not to meet them head–on. Instead, he ducked agilely, launching a few

sneak

attacks here and there as he egged his opponent on.

When it came to manipulating the pressure points of his opponent to turn the situation in his favor, he

was, no doubt, an expert.

He believed that no matter how strong the chunkster’s defenses were, he could effectively target his

pressure points and bring him down, once and for all! At the end of the day, those were the points he

believed to be the chunkster’s weaknesses.

His idea was undeniably a good one, but as time passed, Mr. Wangley couldn’t help but feel that

something was off.

Because of the chunkster’s build, his delenses were different from the patterns exhibited by the usual

adamantine shields wielded by the opponents he’d faced in the past.

The lat on his body was key in dissipating the impact of his attempted attacks. As for the pressure

points he’d been targeting all this while, they only proved to be mildly effective for a short period of time

before fully

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recovering shortly after, rendering most of his strikes ineffective.

After their long–withstanding struggle, the chunkster appeared to be spirited while Mr. Wangley

seemed more

out of breath than ever.

The consumption of energy after channeling the internal energy he possessed drained him to the core.

“This is impossible!” Mr. Wangley exclaimed inwardly, his brow knitted.

The chunkster’s appearance was unremarkable, but he was extremely tenacious.

“Mr. Wangley! Try targeting the crown of his head! That’s where his weakness lies!” Natasha’s voice

rang out

from the audience.

No one believed Dustin but her.

“That brat speaks nothing but nonsense! He’s just trying to disrupt the state of my mind!” Mr. Wangley’s

expression was icy.

Not even he could identify the chunkster’s weaknesses, let alone someone whose name he hadn’t

even heard of in his entire life. He was not about to believe his words just like that.

“I need to finish this soon! And quickly!” His stamina was swiftly waning, and he couldn’t afford to waste

any

more time.

Mr. Wangley threw himself forward boldly, targeting a punch toward the chunkster’s throat. That area

had the least amount of flesh–it must be his opponent’s weakest spot.

If it landed where he intended to, the subsequent effects would be extraordinary.

“Gotcha!” The chunkster grinned as he grabbed ahold of Mr. Wangley’s wrist.

“Shit-“Mr. Wangley’s expression changed as the magnitude of the situation he was caught in dawned

upon him. He was about to pull back, only to realize he couldn’t break free.

“Up you go!” The chunkster bellowed and tossed Mr. Wangley up in the air, spinning him around. About

ten rounds or so later, he swatted the old man like a fly and sent him crashing to the ground.

A loud boom reverberated around the arena, shaking it momentarily.

Mr. Wangley coughed up blood as he convulsed on the ground before stilling completely. He was

severely injured, rendered motionless by the impact of his fall. That plummet must have also broken a

great number of

his bones.

“Mr. Wangley!” Quentin stood up immediately. Shock and, inexplicably, fear had taken hold of his

features.

When he’d watched Mr. Wangley’s attempts to take control of the situation earlier, he thought victory

was theirs at long last. Never in his wildest dreams would he imagine the tides to turn on them.

“Quick! Get a doctor over here!” Natasha’s expression was stem as she ordered someone to lift Mr.

Wangley

off the ground.

“Even Mr. Wangley lost to this chunkster, Could he actually be invincible?” Ruth’s brows were

perpetually furrowed, worry evident on her face.

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The situation was far from optimistic after losing two rounds in a row.

“Another great master from the Harmons has fallen. Looks like their loss today is inevitable! Otto shook

his

head.

“Exactly! Competing against Boulderthorn today was a surefire way to bring disgrace upon themselves.

Not even the Harmons could emerge victorious against an opponent this powerful!” Julie grinned

gleefully.

After knowing that Dustin had connections with the Harmon family, she couldn’t help but take pleasure

in the misfortune of said family.

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that.” Suddenly, a man spoke up from beside them. “I heard the Harmons

still have their biggest trump card to turn this around!”

“What trump card?” Otto asked tentatively.

“This trump card of theirs is none other than the warrior ranked ninth among the Hundred Immortals,

the King

of Kicks!”