An Understated Dominance - Chapter 358

He hit two of the guys hard on the head. In an instant, loud bangs echoed as their heads burst open like watermelons.

The last two men tried to back away, but the blond man caught them, crushing their skulls with his bare hands. It was brutal and bloody, leaving the onlookers horrified.

“Attack together! Kill him!” Clement shouted, his face darkening. He quickly ordered his disciples to act.

“Attack!” More than a hundred Royal Valor disciples yelled angrily, rushing to strike.

The blond man grinned, bent his knees, and jumped into the air.

“Boom!” The ground erupted beneath him, creating a deep pit.

He landed right in the middle of the crowd, and wherever he went, bodies fell, covered in blood. Anyone who tried to stop him was crushed with his overwhelming strength.

“Hahaha…” The blond man laughed wildly, relishing the chaos as he took down the disciples, acting like a fierce beast let loose.

The Royal Valor disciples were helpless, like lambs waiting to be slaughtered. They couldn’t fight back at all.

“Beast! Stop this madness!” Clement yelled in rage, seeing more than half of his disciples injured or dead. He jumped up and aimed a powerful palm strike at the blond man’s back.

“Boom!” A loud sound rang out.

The blond man barely flinched, casually turning his head with a look of disdain.

“How is that possible?” Clement’s eyelid twitched, and fear washed over his face. The blond man had taken his full-force strike without so much as a scratch.

Was this guy even human?

“Go to hell!” Clement gritted his teeth and delivered a fierce kick toward the blond man.

“Boom!” A loud sound echoed in the air.

The blond man barely moved his head, just a quick glance to the side before returning to his original position, completely unfazed.

Clement watched in horror, cold sweat dripping down his forehead.

“You weakling!” the blond man taunted, then threw a light punch.

Clement instinctively closed his eyes and raised his arms to protect himself.

“Boom!” Another explosion rang out.

In an instant, Clement’s arm shattered, and he was sent flying more than ten meters before crashing into a tree. Blood spilled from his mouth.

“What…?” The onlookers were stunned.

No one thought that Clement, the respected guildmaster of Royal Valor and close to becoming a grandmaster, could be defeated by a single punch from the blond man.

Who was this person?

Fear gripped the crowd, and they scattered in all directions, too scared to approach.

“Who… who are you?” Clement lay on the ground, both astonished and terrified.

There was only one explanation for being defeated so easily—this man must be a powerful grandmaster!

“I am from the Hall of Gods, and I am called Ares!” the blond man announced proudly.

“The Hall of Gods from Streuqua? You’re the God of War, Ares?” The crowd gasped in shock.

The Hall of Gods was the most prestigious martial organization in Streuqua, home to many powerful individuals, each with unique skills. Any one of them could cause chaos wherever they went!

And those with divine titles were truly unmatched in strength.

Ares is the God of War. In Dragonmarsh, he would be seen as a top martial arts grandmaster, one of the best in his field. A figure like him could easily defeat not just Royal Valor, but even if all eight sects teamed up, they would still struggle to match his strength.

However, Clement was puzzled. He wondered why such a powerful figure from the Hall of Gods had suddenly shown up in Swinton. He also couldn’t understand why Ares had unleashed such a brutal attack on the disciples of Boulderthorn.