An Understated Dominance - Chapter 255

Istrid looked around with a sneer. “How weak.”

“Anyone else?” she called out.

Darkwrath, eyeing her curvy figure, grinned and said, “Hey, pretty lady, let me have a taste of you!” He moved quickly, like a ghost, flickering in and out of sight.

Istrid shouted, “Die!” and swung her sword, sending two sharp blades slicing toward him. Just before they could hit, Darkwrath vanished.

“Hey, pretty lady, where are you looking?” His voice came from behind her, and Istrid’s expression shifted. Without turning around, she thrust her sword backward. She was quick, but Darkwrath was quicker, and her sword cut through empty air.

Taking advantage of her distraction, Darkwrath grabbed her firmly. He chuckled, “Soft and supple. What a treasure.” He seemed to enjoy teasing her, treating it like a game.

Fuming with humiliation, Istrid shouted, “You will pay with your life!”

Her sword moved like a blur, creating a whirlwind of shining blades. But Darkwrath still flickered in and out of view, appearing calm and in control.

Just as Istrid was catching her breath, Darkwrath suddenly wrapped his arms around her from behind. He leaned in and licked her face slowly.

“Beauty, you’re delicious! I’m going to eat you tonight!” He laughed wickedly, his eyes filled with desire.

“You’re seeking death!” Istrid’s eyes blazed with anger and embarrassment. She pointed her sword toward her own abdomen, ready to strike back at him.

Darkwrath threw himself into the fight.

He was clearly ready as he pressed a finger onto a pressure point on Istrid’s body. She gasped and fell to the ground, her arm going numb and unable to hold her sword.

“Who… who are you?” she asked, a mix of shock and anger in her voice. She hadn’t expected her opponent to be this strong.

“I am Darkwrath, ranked eighth among The Hundred Immortals,” he replied confidently.

Suddenly, realization hit Istrid, and her face changed. It made sense why he was so powerful—he was one of the top ten martial artists in The Hundred Immortals.

“Pretty lady, why serve the Harmon family? You’d be better off with me. I’ll make sure you live in luxury, and every night will feel like our honeymoon!” Darkwrath said with a smirk, licking his lips in a disturbing way.

“How dare you!” she shouted back.

“You insolent bastard!” one of the shadow guards shouted, unable to hold back any longer. They drew their swords and charged at Darkwrath, furious at the way he had humiliated their leader.

“Fools,” Darkwrath sneered. He lunged into their midst. With a quick motion, two steel claws shot out from his sleeves, stabbing through the throats of two shadow guards. He pulled back forcefully, splattering blood and flesh everywhere.

The two guards let out agonized cries before collapsing lifelessly.

But Darkwrath didn’t stop. His claws continued to strike with brutal force. Like a raging storm, he moved quickly and relentlessly. In just a few moments, all the shadow guards were on the ground—half of them dead and the rest badly injured.