An Understated Dominance (Maria Vittori) novel Chapter 1919

After Dustin’s taunts, the ponytailed girl grew even more infuriated.

“This is ridiculous!” she exclaimed. Despite the obvious difference in their physical abilities, she tapped into her internal energy and advanced with renewed determination.

However, her efforts proved futile as her sword became entangled in his grip as if he had a vice-like hold on the blade.

“You’re really overestimating yourself. “Dustin chuckled, tightening his fingers around the sword.

With a distinct snap, her sword broke, sending her stumbling back a few feet. Upon hitting the ground, she winced in pain, her face contorting with discomfort as a wave of dizziness swept over her.

“Bran! He bullied me!” Feeling helpless, the ponytailed girl turned swiftly to those nearby for assistance.

“How dare you lay your hands on my junior? Are you asking for trouble?” Bran snapped. He unsheathed his sword, intending to teach Dustin a lesson.

“Stop!”

A commanding voice echoed at the entrance. The man in red strolled in, his sword strapped to his back, leading a group of people. His bold eyebrows, solid physique, and undeniable charisma seized everyone’s attention.

Bran furrowed his brow at the sight of him.

“Bran Kingsley, your sect knows how to leave a mark. Bullying in broad daylight -do you really believe you can escape consequences?” the man in red commented sharply.

“Jackson Hawk! This guy is picking a fight with our sect. I strongly advise you to stay out of it,” Bran warned with a serious expression.

“Hmph! I witnessed everything. You were clearly bullying him. I can’t stand people like you-so arrogant and overbearing!” Jackson exclaimed.

“Bullying? What goes on in our sect is our concern, and the Embersteel Order should keep its nose out of it!” Bran retorted.

“What if I decide to get involved?” Jackson asked, narrowing his gaze.

“If you choose to step in, don’t be surprised if I don’t hold back,” Bran warned. He grimaced, raising his sword and directing it menacingly at Jackson.

As the tension rose, the disciples of the Frostwing Sect instinctively unsheathed their swords, showing their support for Bran.

“Hmph! So, a challenge, huh? Let’s see who’s not afraid of a little confrontation this time!” Jackson wasted no time, swiftly drawing his blade and pointing it directly at Bran.

The disciples of the Embersteel Order mirrored his action, drawing their blades and setting the stage for a battle. Tension thickened as both factions poised for an imminent clash.

“Seriously? Can’t I just enjoy my meal in peace? If you want a brawl, do it elsewhere. Make a fuss here, and I’ll kill you!”

A sudden cold voice filled the room.

All eyes shifted to the corner, where a man in a cloak and straw hat sat.