An Understated Dominance - Chapter 2318

Jermaine was incredibly fast, his strikes quick as lightning.

Before the audience could even blink, he was right in front of George, his steel sword aimed at George’s neck.

Jermaine had fought hard against a tough opponent in Group B, but he hadn’t yet reached grandmaster status. Still, he was strong, and that gave him confidence.

Surprisingly, George didn’t move. He just stood there, staring blankly, not even trying to dodge the attack.

Jermaine couldn’t help but smirk. He recognized this as a weakness of larger fighters—they often reacted slowly, making them easy targets.

Just as he expected, his sword hit George’s neck. But soon, Jermaine’s smile faded.

The moment he had anticipated, where his strike would sever George’s head, didn’t happen. Instead, sparks flew as his sword struck George, as if he were hitting a solid piece of dark steel.

Even more concerning was that Jermaine felt no energy coming from George. This meant George wasn’t using any internal energy; he was simply taking the hit with his physical strength.

“A martial artist with impenetrable skin?” Jermaine frowned, suddenly serious.

It seemed George’s confidence was justified. He was incredibly strong with tough defenses, making him a challenging opponent. But being tough didn’t mean he was unbeatable.

After all, every martial artist with impenetrable skin had a weak spot. Jermaine was determined to find that weak spot and land a powerful strike.

“Heh. Is that all you’ve got?” George taunted, looking down at Jermaine as if he were just a child.

Jermaine snorted but didn’t speak. He was about to pull back his sword and find another chance to strike.

Suddenly, George tilted his head and pressed the sword against his cheek and shoulder. Jermaine tried to pull his sword free, but it was stuck.

“You’ve had your turn. Now it’s mine,” George said with a grin before he launched a massive punch at Jermaine.

It wasn’t a fancy move—just a straight punch. But as it flew through the air, it sounded like thunder. The force of the punch distorted the air, making it feel incredibly powerful.

Jermaine’s face changed. He didn’t want to take the punch directly, so he quickly released his sword and stepped back, just avoiding the hit.

Instead of taking advantage of the moment, George pulled the sword from his neck and began to eat it, bite by bite.

Yes, he was eating it.

He crunched the hard, dark steel sword like it was a potato chip, chewing each piece with delight. Soon, he had devoured more than half of the sword.

The onlookers were silent, their faces frozen in shock.

“What? Is this guy really eating a dark steel sword like a snack?” one spectator exclaimed.

“Even someone with tough skin shouldn’t be able to do that. Is he even human?” another asked.

“He’s a beast! A total beast!” someone else shouted.

The crowd was completely amazed. They had seen many strange things, but never anyone eating dark steel.

Even if someone had the teeth for it, how could they possibly digest it? This was beyond human limits.

“What…” Jermaine stood there, bewildered. He stared at George, who was still enjoying each bite.

If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, Jermaine would never have believed that his dark steel sword was being eaten. It was simply bizarre.

“This tastes great! Do you have any other treasures?” George said with a grin.

Jermaine stared at George, who flashed a wide grin, showing off his white teeth. Jermaine felt a twitch in his eye and struggled to find the right words.

“What’s the matter? Are you scared already? Is this all the Dragonmarsh martial artists can do?” George taunted.

Jermaine’s anger flared. “Bold words! You think your cheap tricks will scare me? Dream on!” he shouted.

He tightened his fists and took a fighting stance. Jermaine was not only skilled with a sword but also in hand-to-hand combat.

While some martial artists had skin tough enough to withstand blade attacks, they weren’t immune to punches. After all, punches could penetrate defenses.

With enough training, a strong punch could channel energy and break through even the toughest skin, causing serious damage inside.

“Come on. Show me what you can do,” George said, teasingly waving his finger.

He wasn’t in a hurry to win; he wanted to take his time, tormenting Jermaine and spreading fear among the Dragonmarsh fighters.

“Let’s see how tough you really are!” Jermaine roared as he surged forward like an arrow.

He gathered energy in his right arm, forming it into a glowing white light, and struck George’s chest with incredible speed.

The punch hit with a dull thud.

But George didn’t flinch. His muscles tightened and absorbed the impact without a problem.

Jermaine, on the other hand, was knocked back a few steps. His arm went numb, and panic set in.

Before he could react, George’s large hand shot out to grab him.