An Understated Dominance (Maria Vittori) novel Chapter 2208

"Listen here, troublemaker! Don't you dare get cocky! Do you think you can look down on us? Well, mark my words, this time next year, people will gather to remember your death!"

"Hmph! We've been around the block in this martial world for years. Naturally, we've seen it all. Yet, a mere troublemaker like you strut around like you own the place. You've got no clue what you're up against!"

"If you know what's good for you, drop to your knees and beg for mercy, or else… we'll kill you!"

The Greenfield Gang was shouting and yelling at her. They were all filled with righteous anger. Abigail's contemptuous words had enraged them.

Though the title of Grand Sorceress of the Mystic Arts Order might sound imposing, the Greenfield Gang was ruthless. They had stared death in the face and lived to tell the tale, so they were fearless in the face of danger.

But their confidence mainly stemmed from her young age. They doubted that someone barely 18 or 19 could have reached such a high level of mastery. She needed to have started training practically from birth.

Moreover, Abigail was alone and had no guardian by her side.

Meanwhile, they had a whole squad of heroic comrades backing them up.

No matter how powerful she was, she was still outnumbered.

"You're so damn noisy!" Abigail frowned

Then, she said impatiently, "Looks like you won't get the message until there's some bloodshed."

"Enough with your chatter! It's time for us to teach you a lesson!"

The Greenfield Gang exchanged silent glances. They immediately drew their weapons and charged forward.

Their movements were swift as they formed an avian formation before launching their attacks.

It was a tactical arrangement where they positioned themselves in a formation resembling the flight pattern of birds. Typically, it involved two leading the charge and two providing backup.

This formation allowed for dynamic movement, both in offense and defense. It was a versatile formation that allowed them to change strategies and keep their opponents on their toes.

In situations where the opponents were outnumbered, the avian formation offered a tactical advantage that was difficult to overcome.

"Talk about laying it all out on the table. You can tell right away that the Greenfield Gang isn't messing around. They were much stronger than the Bovens brothers!"

"You bet! The Greenfield Gang has been the top dog for as long as anyone can remember. With all four members teaming up, taking down one troublemaker should be a breeze."

"This troublemaker is too young. She even dares to fight alone without a guardian in sight. Today is going to be her last."

Watching the Greenfield Gang radiating confidence, the martial arts elites behind Luke couldn't resist whispering among themselves.

In contrast to Abigail, the recently appointed Grand Sorceress of the Mystic Arts Order, they believed the Greenfield Gang would win the fight.

"Prowling predator!"

"Call of the wilderness!"

“Primal fury!”

"Titans clash!"

After surrounding her, the Greenfield Gang launched their attack from all angles.

One swung blades, the other tossed daggers, another flung hidden weapons, while the last one used poison.

The scene unfolded like a whirlwind of action, and their movements were hard to follow.

"Ignorant fools!" Abigail snorted and brought down her palm in one swift motion.

Her palm wind ripped through the air like a thunderclap. It carried a tremendous force as it pressed on the Greenfield Gang.

The Greenfield Gang suddenly felt a heavy weight bearing down on them, and their movements slowed to a crawl.

And then, like a mountain collapsing into the sea, a colossal palm wind slammed into them head-on.