An Understated Dominance - Chapter 2348

George let out a thunderous roar. His sharp, blade-like arms glinted coldly as they sliced through Abigail’s body at lightning speed. The force of his movement sent him skidding about 25 feet before he finally stopped.

“This is what happens when you make me mad!” he yelled, laughing maniacally with a fierce look on his face. He believed strength was everything, dismissing any tricks like poisonous mist.

“Hey, what are you laughing at?” a clear voice called out from the front.

George turned to see Abigail standing there, looking completely unfazed. She smirked at him, as if he were a fool.

“Hmm?” His smile faded, replaced by shock.

What had happened? Hadn’t his blade cut through her neck? Why was there no sign of injury?

Could he have missed? That seemed impossible. His blade was as fast as lightning, and she hadn’t even moved. How could he have missed? What was going on?

“I won’t stop until you’re dead!” George shouted in frustration. He didn’t want to think about it any longer, so he decided to keep attacking.

If one strike wasn’t enough, he would try two. If two weren’t enough, he would go for ten, a hundred, or even a thousand. No matter what, he was determined to make Abigail pay.

With a flash of his blade arms, he charged forward again, moving like a blur. His body was tough and could recover quickly.

As long as he wasn’t dead, he would keep fighting. He was ready to do whatever it took, even if it meant outlasting his enemy.

“You’re digging your own grave,” Abigail said calmly, watching him approach. She didn’t flinch or try to dodge. Instead, she waved her hand, and three black iron balls shot out, heading straight for George’s face.

The Dawson Clan had a secret weapon: the Phantom Blooms.

After facing them before, George knew better than to attack head-on. Instead, he twisted his body and dodged. But as they crossed paths, the Phantom Blooms exploded.

A shower of poisoned needles fell, turning George into a human pincushion. His body was covered in needles.

For an ordinary grandmaster, taking three Phantom Blooms without any protection would likely be fatal. But George was different. His strong, tough body allowed him to withstand the attack.

The needles weren’t deadly, but they hurt like hell. With his flesh already rotting from previous poison, the new assault felt like rubbing salt in his wounds.

“Argh!” George screamed, his face twisted in pain.

He had never felt so helpless. Every time he tried to strike back, Abigail interrupted him with trick after trick. First, it was a venomous snake, then toxic mist, and now a storm of poisoned needles.

What frustrated him the most was how his once-strong defenses had failed him. His protection was useless against these attacks, and he felt as though they were designed specifically to counter him.

Despite the pain, his strong spirit kept him fighting. But that meant he was suffering through agony that would break most people.

“I’ll kill you! I swear I will!” George shouted, filled with rage.

In that moment, he didn’t even think about pulling the needles from his body. Fueled by fury, he charged at Abigail without a plan.

He figured that since he wasn’t going to die, he might as well fight with everything he had. He could take a lot of damage, but if he could just find one opening, he would tear Abigail apart. At least, that’s what he believed.

“Surviving all this poison and still standing? Guess being big really makes you tough,” Abigail taunted.

“Go to hell!” George shouted as he moved closer to Abigail. With a quick motion, he swung the blade on his right arm toward her neck at lightning speed.

Abigail smirked. Instead of dodging, she reached out her delicate hand and caught the blade firmly as it came down.

The blade hit her palm with a sharp metallic sound and stopped completely.

“What!” George gasped, his eyes wide with disbelief. He stared at Abigail, who had caught his blade with her bare hand. His face was filled with shock.

His blade was razor-sharp, strong enough to slice through steel. With all his strength behind it, he could cut through a tank. Yet, that fierce strike hadn’t even scratched her skin.

It was unbelievable. Was she even human?

“Is that all you’ve got?” Abigail taunted. “It’s not very impressive.”

“Y-you…” George stammered, looking terrified. His lips quivered, and he struggled to find the right words.

He thought getting close would make it easy to overpower her. But he hadn’t expected her strength to be even greater than his. It was impossible to catch her off guard when she could catch his blade with her bare hands.

Even with such amazing strength, she had chosen to use poison. He felt like she was mocking him.

“What’s wrong? Now it’s my turn,” Abigail said. She raised her hand and delivered a powerful punch to George’s stomach.

The impact was deafening. His large frame flew like a missile, soaring high into the air. Blood poured from his mouth and nose, scattering crimson droplets as he flew.

Before he even started to fall, Abigail was already moving again.