An Understated Dominance - Chapter 2415

“Open up!” Danny shouted as he pounded his fist against the bronze door.

A rush of energy surged through him.

The door shook with a loud bang, sending dust flying, but it remained closed. The strange symbols on its surface flickered for a moment before fading away.

“Hmm?” Danny stood still, staring at the door in shock.

With his natural strength and special techniques, he thought the door would break easily. But it was still standing strong, surprising him completely.

The whispers from the group behind him only added to his discomfort. He had confidently claimed he could smash the door open, but it hadn’t moved at all. Embarrassment flushed his face.

“I can’t believe this!” Danny took a deep breath and focused all his energy into his fists before hitting the door again.

Another loud crash rang out as the bronze door quivered, and dust fell off. The mysterious symbols glowed again, but the door was still intact, and Danny’s fist throbbed from the hit.

Marcell frowned as he watched. He expected Danny to be a strong ally, but now it seemed he couldn’t even break a door.

“What’s wrong with Mr. Gallagher? Did he forget to eat? His punch was weak,” Marcell commented.

“They say Danny has godlike strength, but what I’m seeing doesn’t look too impressive,” another teammate added.

The two teams began to murmur, questioning Danny’s abilities. In their line of work, strength was everything.

Choosing Danny as the leader for the Hall of Gods mission had shown their confidence in him. But after two failed attempts to break the door, doubt started creeping in.

“Damn it! I’m going to break this door down today!”

Danny’s frustration boiled over, and he began to rain down his fists on the bronze door like a storm.

Danny was in a storm of frustration, hitting the heavy bronze door with all his might. Each punch made the strange symbols on the door light up, but no matter how hard he hit, the door stayed shut.

Gasping for breath and drenched in sweat, Danny felt his anger boiling over. How could he show his men he was strong if he couldn’t even break through a door?

He had tried everything he could think of and was running out of ideas. It was clear that brute force alone wouldn’t work on this door.

Just when he was about to give up, something surprising happened. The door shook, and the glowing symbols began to swirl around like tiny fish. Suddenly, they rearranged themselves into a clear hexagram.

With a loud rumble, the heavy bronze door slowly swung open in the middle.

Danny paused for a moment, then broke into a big smile. He turned to the group behind him and shouted, “It’s open! The door’s open! I did it!”

“Wow! Mr. Gallagher, you’re amazing!” someone exclaimed.

The others cheered, excitement filling the air. Even Marcell, who had been frowning moments before, finally smiled. It seemed Danny had proven he could get the job done after all.

“I thought this door was supposed to be indestructible. Looks like I showed them!” Danny laughed, reveling in his success.

But just as he was enjoying his victory, something shocking happened. A bolt of purple lightning shot out from behind the door and struck him in the chest.

The sound was like an explosion. Danny was thrown backward as if he had been hit by a train, tumbling over ten yards before crashing to the ground. He skidded even further before finally stopping.

Everyone stood frozen, shocked by this sudden turn of events. When they…

They looked at Danny, who lay on the ground, his body scorched black. His chest was a horrible sight, burned and bleeding, and he twitched as if struck by lightning.

“Stormcraft?” Marcell frowned, his expression turning serious as he glanced at the bronze door.

When the door finally opened, an old man in tattered gray robes stepped out. His messy hair and thin, bony frame made him look like a beggar.

But the energy radiating from him was anything but ordinary. It felt powerful, almost divine, and overwhelming. Even a quick look at him made ordinary martial artists shiver in fear, as if they were facing a great beast rather than an elderly man.

“Who dares to cause trouble on Sacred Wyrm Summit?” the gray-robed elder demanded, his voice cold.

Though he didn’t yell, each word hit like thunder, leaving everyone frozen in place. They trembled with fear, cold sweat trickling down their backs. The elder was too powerful; the weight of his presence made them feel like they couldn’t resist.

“Greetings, sir. I’m Marcell Sadrick,” Marcell said quickly, showing respect.

He had known that someone strong guarded the Sacred Wyrm Summit, but he felt ready for this encounter.

“Marcell Sadrick? I haven’t heard of you. Take your people and leave before I lose my patience,” the elder replied without much interest.

“Calm down, sir. I’ve come to borrow something,” Marcell said confidently.

“Borrow something?” The elder’s expression stayed neutral.

“Your life,” Marcell said with a grin. With a flick of his hand, he released a flurry of poisoned needles.

The gray-robed elder was directly targeted at his vital points.

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