An Understated Dominance Novel (Dahlia & Dustin) by Marina Vittori updated 2025-26 - An Understated Dominance Chapter 2303

An Understated Dominance Chapter 2303 [4605 – 4606]

“Good! Well done!”

“You dare to act wild at Sacred Wyrm Summit? You must be tired of living!”

“If the referee hadn’t held back, that thunder attack would have blasted him to pieces!”

“…”

Seeing Bill Wolf being blown away, the audience applauded thunderously and cheered continuously.

A foreign contestant, especially one who should remain unseen, would be fine if he stayed humble and low-key. But Bill Wolf, from the moment he appeared, began to boast and provoke. He deserved a beating.

A mere member of the blood clan, did he really think there was no one in Dragonmarsh who could handle him?

“D*mn Dragonmarsh warriors! How despicable to launch a sneak attack!”

Bill Wolf staggered to his feet, gritting his teeth, his face twisted with anger. He wanted to show off the power of the blood clan, but instead, he lost face and suffered a significant blow.

Of course, he didn’t blame his own lack of strength but believed Orion Foster’s sudden attack caught him off guard. He thought he might not lose in a head-on confrontation.

“Humph! You still dare to shout here? If Master Foster hadn’t shown mercy, you’d be ash by now!” Eduardo shouted angrily.

Bill Wolf’s teleportation method had caught Eduardo off guard earlier, but now the situation was different.

“The competition has rules. If you don’t know how to abide by them, I must ask you to leave,” Orion Foster said coldly.

“You–!”

Bill Wolf was about to explode when a hand pressed on his shoulder.

He turned to see a man in a priest’s robe, smiling. The newcomer was Father Adam, known as Angel Dust.

“Mr. Wolf, don’t forget our mission. If you’re blown off the mountain before the fight begins, you’ll have a hard time explaining to Mr. Bailey,” Father Adam said with a smile. “Also, if you anger the masters of Sacred Wyrm Summit, I can’t save you. You’ve just seen the power of thunder magic. It’s the bane of your blood race.”

Hearing this, Bill Wolf’s face turned pale, and he finally gritted his teeth and suppressed his anger. Although he was belligerent, he wasn’t stupid.

Fighting alone, he could be fearless, but if attacked by the Dragonmarsh warriors, the situation would be different, especially with Orion Foster’s thunder magic. It truly made him afraid.

Once hit, although he wouldn’t die on the spot, he’d be paralyzed and unable to move. For a master, even a moment of restraint could be fatal.

“Everyone, I’m so sorry. My friend is new here and doesn’t know the rules. Please forgive us,” Father Adam stepped forward and nodded in apology to Orion Foster and the others.

“Forget it this time. It won’t happen again,” Orion Foster said, expressionless.

“Understood,” Father Adam smiled and nodded.

Though Bill Wolf behind Adam said nothing, the fierce light in his eyes was undeniable. He had made up his mind to torture whoever he faced in the ring to vent his hatred.

“All 32 contestants are here. Now, let’s draw lots to decide the order of the competition.”

Orion Foster glanced at the ring. Seeing that everyone was present, he gestured for someone to bring a black wooden box.

The box was sealed all around, with only a bowl-sized hole on top.

“There are 32 numbered balls in this box. All contestants will draw one.”

Orion Foster looked around and said loudly, “The contestant who draws number 1 will compete with the contestant who draws number 32; the contestant who draws number 2 will compete with the contestant who draws number 31; the contestant who draws number 3 will compete with the contestant who draws number 30, and so on. The outcome depends on luck and cannot be changed. If cheating is found, the contestant will be immediately disqualified! Now, the draw officially begins!”

“Let me go first!”

As soon as Orion Foster finished speaking, Eduardo stepped forward, reached into the black box, and began to feel around. After a few seconds, he took out a transparent glass ball from the box.

In the middle of the glass ball was a white metal piece the size of a coin, engraved with the number “3.”

“It seems my luck isn’t bad; I’ll be in the third match.”

Eduardo raised the glass ball, clearly displaying the number inside to everyone.

The earlier the battle, the more advantageous it was for some contestants.

Since today was the round of 32 to 8, the first round would decide the top 16, and the second round would decide the top 8.

In other words, to stand out, they had to play at least two matches.

If the first match started early, then by the time of the second match, there would be ample time to recover strength.

Conversely, if the first match was late, they might not have time to rest and would have to continue straight into the second match.

For warriors of the same realm, winning often depended on their state. One side full of energy and the other exhausted would naturally give the former a higher chance of victory.

Therefore, the order and result of the draw could greatly affect the game’s outcome.