An Understated Dominance - Chapter 2425

The battle between the Hall of Gods and Sacred Wrym Summit was fierce and unyielding.

The Hall of Gods had prepared carefully for this invasion. They recruited powerful martial artists from all over the world and provided everyone with valuable enhanced serums.

To defend against Sacred Wrym Summit’s Stormcraft technique, they created a special combat suit that could resist those attacks. Normally, a divine martial artist hit by Stormcraft would lose their ability to fight right away. However, this suit reduced the attack’s effectiveness by half. Even if someone was struck, they could quickly recover and keep fighting. The suit’s defensive features were nearly perfect.

Their biggest advantage, however, was their overwhelming numbers. They had at least ten thousand people, including hired outlaws, on their side. During the siege, they moved in tightly, like a swarm of bees.

In contrast, Sacred Wrym Summit had only about a hundred fighters. Although each was highly skilled, they were outnumbered, and as the battle continued, they started to struggle.

Fortunately, the disciples of Sacred Wrym Summit fought together very well. Their teamwork helped them hold their ground for a while. But if they ran out of stamina, the situation could turn dire.

“Mr. Bailey, we’ve taken nearly every outpost on Sacred Wrym Summit. The main hall is the only place where some of them are still resisting. But it looks like they won’t last much longer,” reported a god-level expert in black, who jumped onto the roof to deliver his news.

“What about Hank?” Bailey asked, his face expressionless. “How is he doing?”

The plan was to strike from different angles. One group would sneak into the Forbidden Ground, another would surround and eliminate the experts from Sacred Wrym Summit, and the strongest team would ambush Arion. The goal was to achieve the best results in the shortest time.

“We haven’t heard from Mr. Styles yet, but he’s well-prepared. I’m sure everything is going smoothly,” said a god-level expert dressed in black.

“This mission must not fail. Send two scouts to check in and report back right away if anything goes wrong,” Bailey ordered.

“Yes, sir,” the expert replied and signaled two men, who quickly headed towards the Forbidden Ground.

Just then, a blood-red figure appeared next to Bailey. It was Blood Devil Willem. “Bailey, we’ve taken the fight to them. Why hasn’t that old man made a move? Did he run away?”

Bailey narrowed his eyes. “The so-called number one of Dragonmarsh isn’t a coward. Let’s wait and see.”

The biggest challenge was taking down Arion. For years, he had ruled the martial world of Dragonmarsh and was viewed as a godlike figure. This title wasn’t given easily.

With Sacred Wrym Summit in danger, Arion wouldn’t just flee without a fight.

“I think we need more bloodshed. Once we wipe out Sacred Wrym Summit, I bet that old man will come out of hiding,” Willem said with a wicked grin.

As he finished speaking, a chilling voice echoed from above, “Who dares speak of destroying the Sacred Wrym Summit?”

The voice was calm but carried an authority that felt like thunder. Everyone within a hundred yards felt a heavy pressure, as if a mountain was resting on their shoulders, making it hard to breathe.

“Hmm?”

Bailey and Willem both turned their heads, sensing the shift in the air.

Everyone turned to look in the same direction.

There, standing on a tree not far away, was a chubby man with a round belly. He had silver hair and wore a loose robe. His face seemed friendly, but the strong energy he radiated was frightening.

This man was Arion Foyer, the target they had come to kill.

Bailey and Willem immediately tensed up, getting ready for a fight. They were surprised to see Arion appear behind them without a sound. After waiting so long, they didn’t expect him to show up so suddenly.

As soon as Arion made himself known, several figures quickly appeared around him.

There was Anthony, the Sword Sage of Kimboku, along with the three top assassins from Eskus—Vanzan, Noir, and Shyvan. Batuul, the Fist Sage of Alabastria, was also there, along with several gods from the Hall of Gods. In total, there were more than ten powerful beings, all surrounding Arion and blocking his escape.

“Old man, I didn’t think you’d actually show up. Aren’t you afraid of dying?” Willem said with a sneer.

Arion looked down from the tree with an indifferent expression, as if he were observing a tiny bug. “Were you the one trying to destroy the Sacred Wrym Summit earlier?” he asked.

“Yes, that was me. What about it?” Willem replied boldly. “Not only will I destroy the Sacred Wrym Summit, but I’ll also kill you.”

“Those are brave words,” Arion said with a sudden smile, giving Willem a thumbs-up. “I haven’t fought in years, but I guess you’ll make a good warm-up.”

Before anyone could react, he disappeared. When he reappeared, he was right in front of Willem.

He raised his hand and slapped Willem across the face. The sound echoed like thunder.

Before Willem could even process what had happened, he was sent flying through the air like a missile.

He fell 100 feet through the air, crashing into several large trees before hitting the ground hard.

When he landed, half of his face was crushed, and his features were unrecognizable. Blood flowed from his broken nose and mouth, creating a gruesome scene.