An Understated Dominance - Chapter 2286

As the sun set and night fell, Bailey, known as the Grizz Lord, sat in a mountain villa, 30 miles from the Sacred Wrym Summit.

At the dining table, he enjoyed a feast of meat, washing it down with wine. His face was shiny with grease.

The 16-foot-long table overflowed with different meats. At the center was a large cow’s head, and behind it lay the rest of the cooked cow. There were also suckling pigs, whole lambs, chickens, ducks, fish, and many other meats, totaling around 30 to 40 different kinds, all without a single vegetable.

Bailey grabbed pieces of meat and stuffed them into his mouth at an incredible speed, eating like a hungry beast.

Two maids nearby watched in shock as they saw hundreds of pounds of meat vanish before their eyes. This meal could have fed over 100 people, but Bailey was consuming it all at a frightening pace.

The maids wondered who could eat so much meat in one sitting. Was such a person even human?

While Bailey continued to eat, a handsome man of mixed heritage entered the room and greeted him, “Hello, Mr. Bailey.”

“Hank, you arrived just in time. The meat is fantastic today. Come on over and have some,” Bailey said, looking up briefly before returning to his meal.

“Thanks for the invite, but I’ve already eaten,” Hank replied with a smile.

“Then, what brings you here?” Bailey asked, his mouth full of meat.

“You called for me, Mr. Bailey,” Hank reminded him.

“I did?” Bailey paused, then remembered. “Oh! Right! I wanted to discuss something with you, but I got so caught up in my meal that I forgot.”

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Hank regained his composure, clearly used to Bailey’s forgetfulness. “What instructions do you have for me, Mr. Bailey?” he asked politely.

Bailey finally stopped eating and took a hot towel from the maid to wipe his hands and mouth. “You know why the Hall of Gods is sending forces to Sacred Wyrm Summit, right?” he asked.

“We need to weaken Dragonmarsh quietly and lower the morale of their martial artists publicly. That’s why winning the Combat Tournament is crucial,” Bailey explained.

“Mr. Bailey, if I may speak frankly, Dragonmarsh has many skilled experts and rising talents. With our current abilities, it will be hard for us to win in a fair fight,” Hank replied respectfully.

Being of mixed heritage with Dragonmarsh roots, he was aware that their martial arts skills were among the best in the world. The only advantage the Hall of Gods had was that the martial community in Dragonmarsh was divided, which made it difficult for them to unite. Otherwise, invading Dragonmarsh would be nearly impossible.

“I understand your concerns,” Bailey said with a smile. “That’s why I’ve arranged for three experts to assist you. Their skills will help us carry out our plan successfully.”

“Oh? Who are these experts?” Hank asked, intrigued.

“Come on in!” Bailey called out suddenly.

Three distinctly dressed men entered one after another.

The first was a tall, muscular man in his 30s, with tanned skin. He stood over six and a half feet tall and had an imposing presence, like a dark tower.

Next was a man who looked like he shared mixed heritage, similar to Hank. He wore a sharp suit that gave him an air of nobility, and his pale complexion made him look ghostly.

The third man was middle-aged, wore glasses, and was dressed in a clerical robe. His friendly smile made him approachable, and a cross hung from his neck as he held the Holy Scriptures.

Even though he looked ordinary, the burly, mixed-race man instinctively stepped aside when he approached. There was something about him that made them cautious.

“Why don’t you three introduce yourselves?” Bailey said, letting out a burp.

“I’m George Burroughs from Artea, also known as the Dusk Titan,” the burly man with tanned skin replied coldly.

“The Dusk Titan?” Hank exclaimed, his eyes widening in surprise. He recognized that name.

George was a legendary A-Class mutant from Artea, famous for his incredible strength and nearly indestructible body. His skin was tougher than metal, making him immune to bullets and cannon fire.

What amazed everyone even more was his immense power. He had once single-handedly stopped a speeding train, not just halting it but practically destroying it with a single punch. It was no exaggeration to say he was a walking force of nature.

Hank couldn’t believe that Bailey had managed to recruit such a powerful fighter for the tournament.