An Understated Dominance (Maria Vittori) novel Chapter 2210

Outside the tavern, the martial arts experts led by Luke lay sprawled on the ground. Many were either dead or wounded.

Amidst the aftermath, only Abigail stood unscathed.

The effectiveness of the Phantom Blooms had surpassed her expectations. She even contemplated further trades with the Dawson Clan for additional hidden weapons.

After all, traded weapons often held unexpected surprises.

Luke, sprawling on the ground, struggled to speak. "Troublemaker! You… you're despicable!"

His resilience was remarkable despite being pierced by countless poisoned needles.

"You're still alive?" Abigail raised an eyebrow and was surprised that he survived.

He was just three feet away when the Phantom Blooms unleashed its barrage of poisoned needles. At that range, he should have been gravely injured.

For anyone else, it would have likely been a fatal blow. Yet, despite his severe injuries and immobility, Luke displayed astonishing resilience.

"Without your cowardly ambush with hidden weapons, would you even stand a chance against me?" His tone dripped with bitterness and defiance.

"Even on death's doorstep, your defiance remains. I can't help but wonder what thoughts swirl in your stubborn head." Abigail approached and looked at him condescendingly.

She added coldly, "In the past, you would have met your end by now. But today, I'm feeling generous. I'll offer you a chance. Kneel before me, beg for mercy, and perhaps I'll consider sparing your pathetic life. What do you say?"

Luke spat in response, and the glob landed on her clothes. "Whether you aim to kill or maim, it's your call. But if I hesitate today, they won't see me as their hero anymore!"

Abigail glanced at the spittle staining her clothes. She frowned briefly before regaining her composure. "If death is what you seek, then I'll grant it."

With a flick of her wrist, a long sword on the ground shot up into the air and landed neatly in her hand. Then, she swung it and sliced him cleanly in two across his midsection.

"Listen up, troublemaker! Even in the afterlife, you won't escape my wrath!" Luke's final words were drowned out as he gasped his last breath.

He died with his eyes wide open and his face frozen in a grimace of rage.

Abigail dropped the sword and turned toward the survivors. Before she could speak, they fell to their knees and begged for mercy.

"Please, Grand Sorceress, have mercy!"

"We were just doing it for the money. We have no vendetta against the Mystic Arts Order. Please, Grand Sorceress, spare us! We'll never cause trouble again!"

Several survivors' bodies were battered, and their movements were sluggish from the poisoned needles.

With no strength left to resist, their only chance of survival was to beg for mercy. Otherwise, they could risk facing the same fate as Luke.

"You're not completely clueless." Abigail nodded in satisfaction. "Now get lost, and don't let me catch you again."

"Okay! We'll leave now!" They scrambled to their feet and bolted away.

Just when they thought they had cheated death, they felt a sudden wind swept over them.

Several people saw a mysterious figure clad in white soaring overhead. With a backflip, the figure landed squarely in their path.