An Understated Dominance - Chapter 2290

Aurora glared at Bill with icy eyes. His flirty banter had crossed the line into harassment, and it made her feel sick. If he kept pushing her, she would not hold back.

“You’re not going to be polite, huh?” he sneered, a menacing grin on his face. “What’s the matter? Want to spend a wild night with me? I can make that happen.”

“Bastard! You’re asking for trouble!” she shouted, grabbing the skewers from the table and hurling them at him.

The skewers zipped through the air, aimed at his arms. Aurora was nearly a grandmaster, and she threw them with incredible force.

Bill just smirked and waved his hand casually. A strong gust of wind rushed out and knocked the skewers off course. They embedded themselves into a pillar fifteen feet away, sinking almost an inch deep into the wood.

“Hmm?” Aurora frowned, her expression turning serious. She had put everything into that throw, hoping to teach him a lesson. But she hadn’t expected him to deflect her attack so easily.

“You’re quite the character, miss. I like your spirit. If you come with me and behave, I might let you and your friends go. Otherwise, everyone here is as good as dead,” Bill said, a sinister smile creeping across his face.

He was drawn to fiery women like Aurora, and her defiance only made him want to conquer her more.

“You’re asking for trouble!” Aurora’s expression darkened, and her eyes sparkled with fury.

In a flash, she drew her dual blades and lunged at him like a leopard. In an instant, she was right in front of him.

Aurora swung her blades at Bill’s lower back, but he just smirked and didn’t move. Suddenly, his pale hands shot out and caught her blades.

“You’re overestimating yourself!” she thought, quickly changing her attack from a thrust to a…

Aurora swung her blades, aiming to sever Bill’s fingers. But instead of slicing through, the swords hit his palm with a loud clang, as if they had struck metal. She was stunned; her weapons were sharp enough to cut through iron, and yet they couldn’t pierce his skin.

“Hmm?” Aurora’s expression shifted as she puzzled over his strength. With her skills, no one below the grandmaster level should be able to challenge her unarmed. Was he a grandmaster?

“Stop resisting. You should be honored to sleep with me,” Bill taunted, tightening his grip on her blades.

The sound of her swords bending and warping sent a chill down her spine. How could he be this strong?

“Hey! Come here!” Bill sneered, his hand shooting toward her neck with lightning speed.

Aurora tried to dodge, but he was too fast. Just as he was about to grab her, a sharp whistle cut through the air. A skewer shot out and pierced Bill’s hand, halting his attack and breaking through his palm.

“Hmm?” Bill frowned at the skewer sticking out of him. He looked up to see Fenley, who was watching him with a cold stare.

Fenley’s attack with the skewer was far more powerful than Aurora’s.

“I don’t care who you are. If you have any sense, you’ll leave now. Otherwise, you’ll face the consequences!” Fenley warned, his voice icy.

He couldn’t believe Bill had the audacity to confront Aurora in front of him. If Fenley hadn’t been at the Sacred Wyrm Summit, he would have already dealt with Bill, and the outcome wouldn’t have been pretty for him.

“I didn’t expect to run into a skilled expert. This is getting interesting,” Bill chuckled darkly as he slowly pulled the skewer out of his palm.

Bill’s face showed no sign of pain, as if his injury didn’t bother him at all. What was even more unsettling was how the cut started to heal right before everyone’s eyes, vanishing in just moments.

Aurora’s eyes went wide in disbelief. With such an incredible ability to heal, she couldn’t help but wonder if Bill was even human.

“Are you a vampire?” Fenley squinted, quickly catching on.

“Actually, I’m Bill Wolfe, an aristocrat among vampires. You pathetic humans should admire and respect me,” Bill said with arrogance.

Vampires had a strict social order. Regular vampires were nothing compared to aristocrats. The purer the bloodline, the more powerful they were.

“You Strequan vampires have some nerve coming to Dragonmarsh and causing trouble. Aren’t you worried you might not leave here alive?” Aurora shot back.

The martial artists of Dragonmarsh and the Strequan’s underworld forces had always been at odds, often clashing in both obvious and subtle ways.

Typically, the Strequan were cautious in unfamiliar places, so Bill’s boldness was unusual.

“All Dragonmarsh martial artists are a joke. No matter how many of you show up, it won’t matter. A herd of sheep can’t stand against a lion,” Bill laughed, his voice full of disdain as he looked down on them.