An Understated Dominance Novel (Dahlia & Dustin) by Marina Vittori updated 2025-26 - An Understated Dominance Chapter 2471

Chapter 2471

If General Cardinal Dragon Marshal were in his prime, Manuel might have feared him.

But now, weakened by the Ten Fragrance Softening Muscle Powder, only a fraction of his strength remained, and it was still fading.

Manuel knew this was his chance—to capture the legendary General in one decisive move.

“Get out of my way!”

Surrounded by attackers, General Cardinal Dragon Marshal roared, clenched his massive fist, and slammed it into the ground.

Boom!

A deafening explosion shook the earth.

The ground within dozens of meters shattered, collapsing into a web of cracks. A powerful shockwave erupted, sending debris flying, walls crumbling, and the entire meeting hall into ruins.

The elite law enforcement officers charging forward were flung into the air like ragdolls, crashing down in a chaotic heap. Even Manuel was forced back more than ten meters.

“Huff… Huff…”

After that single strike, General Cardinal Dragon Marshal was pale and drenched in sweat.

Forcing his internal energy to the limit had only accelerated the poison’s effects. He knew that if he delayed any longer, this would be his final battle.

“Austin! No matter what happens today, I will make you pay for this!”

With those parting words, he launched himself into the air like a cannonball, soaring over the courtyard wall and vanishing into the night.

“After him!”

Without hesitation, Manuel led his elite forces in pursuit.

At the same time, the emergency alarm blared across the West Lucozia Palace. The entire palace was placed on lockdown—every exit sealed, every soldier mobilized.

Austin stood silently, watching the distance with an unreadable expression. If the poisoned and hunted General Cardinal Dragon Marshal still managed to escape, then fate was simply on his side.

In the darkness, General Cardinal Dragon Marshal ran like a streak of lightning.

He had sealed several key acupoints to slow the poison’s spread, but it was only a temporary measure.

At best, he had the time it took for an incense stick to burn before his strength gave out completely. He had to reach his safe house before then.

“Stop him! Don’t let him escape!”

Shouts echoed through the palace as guards flooded the area, blocking every road, every exit.

“Damn it!”

He halted, scanning for a way out.

Though he had been to the West Lucozia Palace many times, he had always followed the same route. Now, pursued and disoriented, he had no idea where he was.

And with enemies closing in from all directions, there was no time to think.

If he got caught here, it was over.

“To hell with it! I’ll take my chances!”

Trusting his instincts, he picked a direction and sprinted forward.

His only goal was survival.

Even when faced with incoming guards, he didn’t slow down. Relying on sheer physical strength, he bulldozed through.

Ordinary soldiers were no match for a half-step Grandmaster.

Even in his weakened state, his power was beyond anything they could resist.

But while they couldn’t stop him, they could slow him down.

Even a slight delay would give more enemies time to close in.

“Dragon Binding Net!”

Manuel and his elite squad had anticipated this moment.

The instant they surrounded him, twenty men worked in perfect unison, casting a massive golden net that ensnared him mid-stride.

This was no ordinary net.

Woven from dragon silk ropes, each strand was priceless—crafted to suppress martial artists above the Grandmaster level.

Once trapped, even the strongest warriors would find their cultivation restricted.

The ropes were indestructible—impervious to blades, bullets, water, or fire.

“Arrrgh!!”

General Cardinal Dragon Marshal let out a furious roar as he struggled against the net.

But the more he fought, the tighter it became.

“Hold him down! Don’t let him break free!”

Manuel gritted his teeth as he and his men pulled with all their strength.

“You vermin! Get off me!”

With sheer brute force, General Cardinal Dragon Marshal grabbed the net and swung it wildly.

A ten-man squad was sent flying, bodies slamming to the ground.

Manuel’s heart pounded. Even poisoned, even weakened—this man was still a monster.

If this was his power now… what was he like at his peak?