An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

Chapter 1228

An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori Chapter 1228

With a serious look on his face, Vlad commanded his martial artist masters to advance.

“Clear the way! I’ll handle this!”

Suddenly, a large, muscular man sprang into action. He charged at Dustin with unstoppable

determination. In the middle of his charge, he unleashed a powerful punch known as the “Mad Bull

Fist”.

“Fergus Zane doesn’t mess around; he pulled off his best move right from the start.”

“I couldn’t even block that punch; how can that skinny guy stand a chance?” “If this kid goes down to

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Fergus’ special move, he’s in for some tough luck.”

The martial artists chuckled, clearly entertained by the unfolding scene. Among them, Fergus wasn’t

the strongest, but he had a respectable reputation. Going up against him meant trouble for most

ordinary martial artists.

“Get lost!” Dustin paid no attention to the muscular man’s attack. He delivered a mighty punch of his

own and striked first.

The muscular man’s body burst like a watermelon hit by a cannonball, disintegrating into a spray of

blood.

“Ah?”

The martial artists were stunned, their eyes widened in disbelief. Fergus, a renowned figure in the

martial world, had been defeated with a single punch. They couldn’t understand how this had

happened.

“Damn! It seems we’ve got a formidable opponent. Everyone, get ready to attack together!”

After a moment of shock, the martial artists became serious. They realized they couldn’t win in one-on-

one battles. Their only chance was to overwhelm Dustin with their sheer numbers.

“Take him down!” Unable to contain himself, Vlad shouted, “Attack!”

The martial artists exchanged determined glances and rushed at Dustin as a group, fully committed to

bringing him down.

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“Anyone who gets in my way won’t last! Dustin’s eyes flashed with hostility as he fearlessly charged

into the group, cutting them down in all directions. Those who attempted to block him were severely

injured or met their end, as they proved no match for his strength.

Screams echoed continuously, but their numerical advantage proved futile in the face of overwhelming

power. In just a few minutes, twenty or thirty martial artist masters lay defeated on the ground.

“What?” Vlad’s face turned pale, and his hair stood on end. The elite fighters he had trained for years

had been effortlessly defeated. He couldn’t help but wonder what kind of monster Dustin was.

Dustin brutally crushed a martial artist’s head underfoot with a resounding thud, his eyes filled with a

savage and bloodthirsty glare.

He turned to Vlad and said, “Now, it’s your turn!”