An Understated Dominance Novel (Dahlia & Dustin) by Marina Vittori updated 2025-26 - An Understated Dominance Chapter 2424

Chapter 2424

The sudden shift in the atmosphere stunned everyone.

No one had anticipated Arion Foyer’s attack, and his movements were so swift that they were nearly imperceptible.

Even the Blood Demon, William—renowned for his speed—failed to react in time. With a single slap, Arion sent him flying.

The strike was simple, brutal, and unstoppable.

At that moment, they realized the truth: the seemingly kind and harmless old man before them was far more formidable than they had imagined.

“Crack, crack, crack…”

William staggered to his feet, extending a hand to straighten his crooked neck. His sunken cheeks quickly began to restore themselves, healing visibly.

Thanks to the Blood Clan’s remarkable regenerative abilities, the blow that would have crippled anyone else only left him temporarily shaken.

“Old man, not bad! But if you think that’s enough to kill me, you’re mistaken!” William snarled, his teeth clenched, his bloodshot eyes glinting with malice.

In his mind, the thought burned: if he could drain Arion Foyer’s blood, his power would ascend to unimaginable heights.

“Oh? Interesting.” Arion Foyer raised an eyebrow, the faintest smile curling his lips.

“Old man, die!” William roared, wasting no time. With a powerful kick, he transformed into a crimson blur, racing toward Arion like a deadly streak of blood.

Arion didn’t flinch. With one hand resting behind his back, he casually extended his right hand, gently tapping the crimson blur as it approached.

“Boom!”

A deafening explosion erupted as a bolt of purple lightning, thick as a tree trunk, shot forth.

The surrounding night was bathed in its glow—a signature display of Sacred Wyrm Summit’s legendary Thunder Technique.

Elite disciples could manage lightning the size of a thumb, and even Orion Foster, a master in his own right, could only produce lightning as thick as a wrist.

But the lightning summoned by Arion Foyer was massive, as thick as a human thigh.

This was no ordinary Thunder Technique. It felt like divine punishment.

“Bang!”

The enormous purple lightning struck the crimson blur, tearing it apart in an explosion.

Yet, strangely, the shattered afterimage transformed into a swarm of thousands of vampire bats.

The bats scattered chaotically through the air, then regrouped, swarming toward Arion like a relentless tide, ready to strike.

“Buzz!”

A golden light burst forth from Arion Foyer’s body, radiant and blinding like the sun.

The bats were repelled the instant they came into contact with the golden aura, disintegrating mid-air into wisps of blood-red mist.

This golden light wasn’t just for defense—it carried an offensive force that obliterated any evil spirit that dared approach.

When the bats finally coalesced back into William’s form, his pallor was even more pronounced.

The bats he had summoned were made from his own blood, and the golden light had drained him considerably.

“You call that power? And yet you boast about destroying Sacred Wyrm Summit? Laughable!” Arion Foyer sneered, his tone dripping with disdain.

“Old man, I’ll tear you apart!” William roared in fury, baring his fangs as he lunged forward like a frenzied beast.

“Go!”

Seeing that William was faltering, Bear King Bailey bellowed an order, leading the charge with more than a dozen top-tier fighters.

Bailey’s strength was legendary—his raw power, speed, and defense unparalleled among grandmasters. His combat style was ferocious, his palms cutting through the air like blades capable of tearing a man apart.

Beside him, Boxing Saint Basong displayed equally brutal precision. While his attacks appeared simple and direct, each strike targeted weak points with devastating accuracy, amplified by immense force.

Then there was Tristan Enns, the Sword Saint of Jinwu Kingdom. His mastery of swordsmanship was unmatched, wielding a sinister demon blade that drained its victim’s essence with even the smallest cut.

The three ace assassins from Zhunigia Kingdom joined the fray, each showcasing unique skills:

Brady, a master of judo locks, whose python-like grip was nearly impossible to escape.

Victor, an expert in assassination, who struck with unpredictable precision.

Santino, a voodoo specialist who killed silently and unseen.

Even the powerful deities of the Pantheon unleashed their full might, each one displaying their unique and formidable abilities.

Ordinary grandmasters would have been annihilated in moments under such an onslaught.

But Arion Foyer stood firm, bathed in radiant golden light. His aura was commanding, his presence almost divine.

“Evil creatures, be gone!” he declared, his voice reverberating like thunder.

With a mighty stomp, the golden light around him erupted into countless glowing whips, lashing out in every direction.

Each whip struck with the force of a thousand pounds, tearing through the battlefield. Any warrior who dared approach would face instant destruction.