An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

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"W-What?" Everyone was confused, staring at the unconscious Miles. Their eyes widened in shock

because nobody expected this to happen.

With just one swift slash, Marco sent Miles flying.

Wasn't this too much? Just moments ago, Miles seemed to have the advantage. How did everything

change so quickly? What had happened?

"Did I... did I really see that? A Sword Union disciple taken down in just one move?"

"How is that even possible? Aren't Sword Union disciples supposed to be elites? How come they

couldn't defend against a single attack?"

"No way! That brat can't be that strong!"

After a short silence, chaos erupted throughout the entire scene.

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Initially, when Miles challenged Marco, everyone thought victory was assured. There were cheers and

shouts of encouragement. However, the outcome was disappointing beyond imagination.

The Sword Union disciple, who was highly anticipated, couldn't match up to Marco. It was

embarrassing and disgraceful!

"Wait, Miles lost? How is that even possible?" Ruby stared in disbelief, finding it hard to believe.

Considering Miles's talent and strength, he was definitely among the top in his age group.

In her opinion, even if he couldn't win, he shouldn't have lost so miserably, right? But just one slash and

he was severely hurt, coughing up blood. It was truly humiliating.

"He's too weak," Marco said, his tone filled with disdain as he slowly put away his sword.

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He added, "I'm so disappointed. If this is the best Dragonmarsh has to offer in martial arts, it's hardly a

challenge."

The butler chimed in, smiling. "Did everyone catch what Mr. Alessandro just pointed out?

"I knew Dragonmarsh's martial artists were weak, but I didn't think it was this bad. He can't even block

a single strike from Mr. Alessandro. Quite embarrassing, isn't it?"

The moment these words were spoken, the crowd erupted in insults and shouts. Eager young

individuals clenched their fists, ready to rush forward and teach Marco and his butler a lesson.

Despite the barrage of insults, not many dared to step up. They had just seen Miles, a Divine-level

martial artist and elite disciple of the Sword Union, fail to defeat Marco.

If others like him were to challenge Marco, it would undoubtedly lead to embarrassment and

humiliation.

"You've got two more shots at this challenge. Any brave martial artists from Dragonmarsh willing to step

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up?" The butler sneered.

He continued, "If you're scared, you can give up. But, you'll just have to admit that you're nothing more

than eastern scoundrels!"

"To hell with you! Stop acting all high and mighty, you brat. Dragonmarsh has plenty of skilled martial

artists, and dealing with you is a walk in the park!"

"This is too much! I can't handle it anymore! Where's my sword?"

"Why waste time talking to them? Let's charge together and take them down!"

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The crowd seethed with anger and curses. Some even drew their swords, ready for a fight. To them,

these two Kimbokurats were nothing more than a nuisance.

However, in the face of national pride and hatred, only a few could keep their cool.

"Everyone, calm down!"

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