An Understated Dominance - Chapter 2426

The unexpected turn of events surprised everyone. No one thought Arion would attack so suddenly; he moved so quickly that they barely saw him.

Even Willem, who was known for his speed, couldn’t react in time. One slap sent him flying—simple, brutal, and unstoppable.

In that moment, they understood that Arion, who seemed harmless, was much stronger than they had thought.

Willem struggled to his feet and adjusted his twisted neck. His bruised cheek began to heal right before their eyes. Luckily for him, vampires have incredible healing powers. Without them, that slap would have left him severely injured.

“You’re tough for an old man, but that won’t be enough to take me down,” Willem hissed, gritting his teeth. The hunger for blood was clear in his eyes as he glared at Arion. If he managed to drain Arion’s blood, his strength would grow beyond imagination.

“Oh? This is interesting,” Arion said with a slight smile, raising an eyebrow.

“Go to hell, old man!” Willem growled and charged forward. He pushed off the ground and transformed into a blur of red as he raced toward Arion.

With one hand behind his back, Arion didn’t try to dodge. Instead, he reached out with his right hand and lightly touched the approaching shadow.

Suddenly, a loud crack filled the air as a thick purple lightning bolt shot out, illuminating the night sky.

This was the signature move of Sacred Wrym Summit—Stormcraft.

Most disciples could create a bolt as thick as a thumb, and even a skilled fighter like Oron could manage one as thick as his wrist. But Arion’s bolt was as thick as a human thigh. This wasn’t just any Stormcraft; it was like the fury of the gods.

The lightning struck Willem’s shadow with a loud crack, scattering it into pieces. But then, something unusual happened.

happened next. The shattered pieces turned into thousands of bats, all with a vampiric twist.

The bats swarmed together, their chaotic movements making them difficult to follow. They spread out in every direction, then quickly came together again, launching at Arion in waves like a storm of arrows.

Suddenly, a humming sound filled the air, and a bright golden light surrounded Arion. The light was so bright it felt like the sun, and it pushed outward. Any bat that got too close was instantly knocked away and turned into red mist before even hitting the ground. The bats couldn’t get near Arion at all.

Normally, a Glow Incantation would just act as a protective barrier, but Arion’s version also had an offensive power. Any evil energy that touched it was completely destroyed.

Seeing that his attack had failed, the bats quickly regrouped and transformed back into Willem. However, he looked even paler now. The bats had been made from his own blood energy, and the golden light had drained him of strength.

“Is this all you have? And you think you can destroy Sacred Wrym Summit? How foolish!” Arion scoffed, a smirk on his face.

“Old man! Let’s end this now!” Willem shouted, baring his fangs and claws as he lunged at Arion like a wild animal.

“Attack!”

Noticing that Willem was struggling, Bailey quickly ordered the others to strike. In an instant, more than a dozen elite fighters charged at Arion from all sides.

Bailey was a powerhouse with incredible strength. His speed and defense set him apart from other grandmasters. He fought violently, using his hands like blades that could tear through anything.

Batuul had a similar fighting style to Bailey, relying on his fists as weapons. But Batuul had mastered his fist techniques to perfection, making him even more dangerous.

Anthony from Kimboku was a skilled swordsman with advanced training. He wielded a dark, demonic blade that could drain the life force of his enemies. Even a small cut from it would quickly weaken the victim until they died.

He faced three top assassins from Eskus, each with their own special abilities. Vanzan was a master of submission holds, with limbs that could trap anyone like a snake. Noir was a deadly assassin who could use many weapons. His attacks were quick and lethal, making them hard to defend against. Shyvan, on the other hand, used voodoo curses to silently take down his victims without leaving a trace.

Alongside these skilled fighters, some gods from the Hall of Gods unleashed their powerful techniques, showcasing their full combat abilities. In the presence of such elite opponents, even the strongest grandmaster would likely fall apart.

But Arion stood his ground, completely calm and shining with a bright golden light. He had a commanding presence, as if he were a god himself.

“Begone, evil cultist!” he shouted as his enemies approached. With a firm stomp of his foot, the golden light around him transformed into thousands of long whips. These whips lashed out in every direction, each striking with the force of a thousand pounds—powerful enough to kill any ordinary martial artist on contact.