An Understated Dominance Novel (Dahlia & Dustin) by Marina Vittori updated 2025-26 - An Understated Dominance Chapter 2413

Chapter 2413

“Open the door for me!”

With a deafening roar, the burly man slammed his fist into the bronze door. His body surged with raw energy, releasing a powerful force.

Bang!

The sound echoed through the air as the door shook, dislodging a cloud of dust. But beyond that, it remained intact, the intricate runes on its surface shimmering faintly in response.

“Huh?”

The burly man stared in disbelief. Known for his supernatural strength and years of training, he had confidently expected to obliterate the door in one strike. Yet, it stood undamaged, defying his expectations.

Murmurs rippled through the group behind him. Embarrassed, the burly man clenched his fists.

“I don’t believe this!” he growled.

Drawing a deep breath, he channeled every ounce of energy into his next punch.

Bang!

The door trembled once more, the glowing runes flaring briefly. But, as before, it remained unscathed. This time, the impact left the burly man’s fists aching and his pride bruised.

Standing nearby, the hunchbacked old man scowled. “Is that all you’ve got, Master Hu? Did you skip breakfast?”

Snickers from the group followed. “I thought Master Kui Hu was invincible,” one person muttered. “Guess we overestimated him.”

The burly man’s jaw tightened. In their line of work, strength commanded respect, and failing to deliver meant losing face. Fueled by anger and humiliation, he unleashed a flurry of punches, each blow accompanied by bursts of energy.

The door lit up repeatedly under the onslaught, its runes glowing brighter with every strike. But despite his hundreds of attempts, the door held firm.

Kui Hu’s face was drenched in sweat, his muscles trembling from exertion. Yet, the realization dawned—no amount of brute force would break this door.

Defeated, he stepped back, panting heavily. Then, just as he was about to admit failure, the bronze door began to vibrate.

The runes on its surface came alive, shifting and swirling like tadpoles. In moments, they aligned into a Bagua diagram.

Boom!

With a thunderous sound, the massive bronze door groaned and slowly parted, revealing the passage beyond.

Kui Hu’s exhaustion evaporated as a triumphant grin spread across his face. “I did it! The door’s open! I broke it down!”

The group erupted into cheers, momentarily forgetting his earlier struggles. Even the hunchbacked old man allowed himself a small smile.

“Well done,” he muttered. “At least you’re not entirely useless.”

Kui Hu laughed, basking in the moment. “I knew I’d—”

Before he could finish, a bolt of purple lightning shot from the door, striking him square in the chest.

Bang!

The force sent Kui Hu flying over ten meters. He hit the ground with a sickening thud, sliding several more before coming to a stop.

The group froze in shock. Kui Hu’s body was scorched, his chest a mess of burns and blood. His limbs twitched uncontrollably, as if he’d been struck by divine lightning.

“Thunder magic?” the hunchbacked old man muttered, his expression darkening. His gaze sharpened as he turned to the now fully open door.

From the darkness beyond, a figure emerged—a frail old man dressed in tattered gray robes. His unkempt hair and thin frame made him look like a beggar, but the overwhelming aura he exuded was anything but ordinary.

The air grew heavy as the old man approached. Even without moving, his presence pressed down on the group like a mountain.

“Who dares disturb the Sacred Wyrm Summit?” the old man’s voice boomed, each word resonating like thunder.

A wave of fear rippled through the group. They felt their bodies tremble uncontrollably, cold sweat dripping down their spines.

The hunchbacked old man stepped forward, forcing a polite smile. “Master Ma Sifan greets the senior,” he said, bowing slightly. “We’ve come with the utmost respect.”

The old man’s sharp eyes narrowed. “Ma Sifan? Never heard of you. Leave now, or face the consequences.”

“Senior,” Ma Sifan replied smoothly, “we have no intention of causing trouble. We’re only here to borrow something.”

“Borrow what?” the old man asked, his tone icy.

“Your life, senior,” Ma Sifan sneered.

Without warning, he hurled a barrage of poison needles, each one aimed precisely at the old man’s vital points.