An Understated Dominance - Chapter 2424

Willard’s final attack cleared the battlefield in a flash. The martial artists who had charged forward were either dead or badly hurt and could no longer defend themselves.

“What… How is this possible?” Hank’s eyes widened in fear as cold sweat trickled down his forehead.

Even the strongest masters couldn’t use their full power under the sealing formation. But somehow, Willard, with just a flask of liquor, had unleashed a divine power far beyond what he should have been able to do.

Though he was only a grandmaster, his technique, Infinite Spirit Manifestation, packed the punch of an ultimate grandmaster. If he used it again, things could turn out badly for everyone, including himself.

“Retract!” Willard took a deep breath, and the thousands of ghostly figures he had summoned quickly pulled back into his body. His face went red then pale, and his breathing became heavy and uneven.

Using Infinite Spirit Manifestation had clearly taken a toll on him. With his power sealed, even one attack had pushed him to his limits.

Only a few martial artists remained standing, including Hank and six men in black. In total, barely a dozen fighters were left.

The six men in black were the strongest but were fully occupied fighting Dustin, leaving them no time to help. Among the rest, only Hank seemed like a real threat. The others were too scared to move closer.

“Hank, if you know what’s best for you, retreat now. Otherwise, you’ll end up like these dead bodies,” Willard warned coldly.

He could feel his strength, energy, and focus slipping away. If the fight continued, he might not win. His only hope was to scare Hank into backing down.

“Mr. Styles, what should we do? Should we retreat for now?” Garrett asked, clutching his chest in anxiety.

Panic filled the air. They had started with over a hundred men, but now most were either dead or badly hurt. In that moment, Garrett felt like giving up.

“What are you panicking for?” Hank said, frowning as he glared at Willard. “Willard just exhausted all his power and is barely holding on. Don’t let him scare you.”

Hank could see that Willard had pushed himself too hard with his last move. If he was still strong, he would be attacking instead of trying to intimidate them.

“That might be true, but we’ve already lost so many men. If we keep fighting, we’ll only lose more. Maybe we should retreat and come up with a new plan?” Garrett suggested hesitantly.

“Plan? Are you serious?” Hank shouted, slapping Garrett hard across the face. “This mission is do or die. Anyone who tries to retreat will face death!”

Hank realized there was no way out for them. If they retreated now, Bailey would execute them when they returned. He would rather risk everything in this final battle than live in shame as a deserter.

With that thought in mind, Hank pulled out two vials of enhanced serum and tossed one to Garrett. “Drink this. It’ll boost your strength and fighting power. I worked hard to get it, and now I’m sharing it with you.”

“Thank you, Mr. Styles!” Garrett said, his face lighting up with hope as he caught the vial.

The vial in his hand was an S-grade enhanced serum—ten times more powerful than the A-grade he had used before. With this amazing boost, his confidence returned.

“If we don’t finish this mission today, we’re both dead. Let’s give it everything we have,” Hank said, opening his vial and downing it in one gulp.

Hank had already taken one dose earlier, and a second could make him explode. But he didn’t have time to worry about that. His only choices were victory or death.

“Attack!” Hank felt a surge of power inside him and charged forward with his blade. Tonight, he would either win or die trying.

Outside the main hall of Sacred Wrym Summit, hundreds of elite martial artists were relentlessly attacking the mountain’s protective barrier. Explosions echoed in the air as their strikes continued without pause. The once-strong barrier was weakening under the constant assault. It was clear it wouldn’t hold much longer.

Inside the hall, the defenders of Sacred Wrym Summit stood ready for the fight ahead.

Oron rushed into the room and reported, “Kaden, the mountain protection array is about to break. We only have half an hour left.”

“It’s fine. Let them through,” Kaden replied calmly. “Tell the disciples to set up twelve small formations. We’ll turn defense into offense and make sure these invaders don’t leave here alive.”

“Understood!” Oron said before quickly leaving the room.

Moments later, the mountain protective array suddenly disappeared.

With the barrier down, the forces of the Hall of Gods hesitated for a moment before charging forward, their battle cries echoing in the distance. A wave of warriors brandished their weapons and stormed through the hall’s main entrance.

“Slay the demons!”

“Kill them!”

The defenders of Sacred Wrym Summit had been waiting for this moment. As the enemy forces rushed in, over a hundred elite martial artists quickly formed defensive positions and launched their counterattack.

The air was filled with the sounds of battle—war cries, cries of pain, and the loud crashes of weapons clashing. The first full-scale clash had begun.

The battle between Sacred Wrym Summit and the Hall of Gods had started.

Bailey watched the fight from the top of a building at Sacred Wrym Summit. He had no plans to join in.

His aim was bigger than just destroying Sacred Wrym Summit. He wanted to get rid of Arion, the best martial artist in the martial world. As the top fighter in Dragonmarsh, Arion was a major threat to the Streuquan.

If Arion was taken down, the martial world in Dragonmarsh would fall into chaos. This chaos would give the Hall of Gods the chance to attack from all sides and weaken the nation.

Bailey’s plan would achieve two goals at once. Now, he just needed Arion to show up. Once that happened, Bailey would gather his forces to deal with the biggest threat to their power.