An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

"Dustin, we don't know how many people there are in this assassin organization. Isn't this too risky?" Quincy appeared hesitant.

Before laying the ambush, he thought there was just one assassin. Now, however, he realized there was a whole group.

Handling a lone assassin was manageable since they could kill him with their numbers. But facing a group of assassins was an entirely different scenario.

After all, these assassins were extremely strong, well beyond the caliber of ordinary martial artists. Moreover, as a temporary team, they had a significant skill gap.

Engaging in direct combat might not tip the scales in their favor. Even if they emerged victorious, the casualties would likely be significant.

So, Quincy wasn't sure whether to engage in a life-or-death struggle with this group of desperados.

"Elder Douglas, tonight is our best chance to uproot this assassin organization. If we miss it, it'll be hard to catch them next time," Dustin said solemnly.

The assassins’ strength lay in their ability to strike from the shadows. He knew they wouldn't have the advantage if they engaged them openly.

On the contrary, if they played hide and seek with them, they would likely be defeated individually.

"I understand the logic, but | don't think we can win with our current strength." Quincy frowned.

"If you're not confident, then please call for reinforcements. It'd be best to bring in elites from Sacred Wrym Summit," Dustin suggested.

"But going now might not be feasible." Quincy sighed.

The small town they were in was at least a half-hour to Brom Sacred Wrym Summit. It might be too late when they brought the elites over.

"Elder Douglas, go ahead and call for backup. I'll do my best to buy us stime," Dustin assured.

"What about them?" Quincy glanced around. "I've called them here and am responsible for their safety, too." "You're right," Dustin said calmly. "I won't force anyone. Those who wish to stay can stay. If you want to leave, no one's stopping you." After all, having assistance would be ideal, but he would still manage if he had to face the enemy alone.

"Everyone, did you hear that?" Quincy spoke up loudly. "Those willing to stand with Dustin against the enemy, raise your hands. The rest will followto the Sacred Wrym Summit." Upon hearing that, everyone fell silent. They looked at each other and began to hesitate.

Most of them were brought here by Quincy and should logically follow him. But fleeing without a fight would tarnish their reputations.

"Everyone, there's no need to feel pressured. It's entirely up to you whether you stay or leave," Dustin said.

Seeing nobody respond, the man in black, whose acupoints were sealed, couldn't help but scoff. "You fools are nothing but scattered ants. How do you plan to take us on?" Dustin said nothing and waited for the others to respond.

After all, fighting against the assassin organization wasn't a one-man job—it required everyone's effort.

Moreover, these assassins specifically targeted elite martial artists of Dragonmarsh. Hence, it would threaten the lives of most people present.

If they stayed, the outcwould only end in defeat. This was a principle everyone understood, but how many were willing to take the risk? Many thought they could get away with things, believing someone would save them even if something bad happened. Little did they know if one one fell, they all fell.

Dalen raised his hand and said loudly, "These assassins have committed countless atrocities, indiscriminately killing innocents. As disciples of noble sects, it's our duty to uphold justice. I'm willing to stay and fight alongside Dustin!" "That's right! Punishing evil and upholding justice are our responsibilities. I'm also willing to stand by Dustin and face death together!" Miles raised his hand high.

"Countin," Crystal said curtly and raised her hand.

too!too!" Ruby exclaimed eagerly, brandishing her sword in anticipation of the fight.

After all, she didn't want to miss out on having a chance to fight and show off her skills.

"We're staying too." Laurel and Willow raised their hands in unison.

With these people volunteering, the atmosphere heated up.

"Damn it! Isn't it just a fight? Who's afraid of who? If those assassins dare to show up, I'll take them down!" "Guys, we're all armed. We're not a bunch of cowards, are we?" "That's enough! I'm staying here tonight. Let's see who dares to come!" Spassionate youngsters chimed in and raised their hands one after another. After all, they were new to the martial world. So, they were filled with courage and a sense of heroism.

On the contrary, sveteran martial artists hesitated and weighed the pros and cons.

"It seems the decision has been made." Dustin glanced around. "Elder Douglas, tis of the essence. Please make haste." "Be careful, everyone. If things go south, retreat immediately. Stall for tand wait for reinforcements," Quincy cautioned solemnly.

"Got it." Dustin nodded.

"Let's go! We need to get reinforcements from Sacred Wrym Summit!" Quincy didn't waste any time. After rallying a group of martial artists, they set off toward the Sacred Wrym Summit.

There were about 50 people who had participated in the ambush earlier. Quincy took 20 with him, leaving Dustin with about 30. Together, they still formed a considerable force.

"To all the heroes and righteous individuals here, | admire your courage!" Dustin turned and bowed to the remaining crowd.

He continued, "Please, scatter around and lay low. Wait for the right moment." "Okay!" the martial artists replied and quickly dispersed.

Only Dalen and a few others remained by Dustin's side to provide support.

"Dustin, looks like we're in for a big fight tonight." Dalen stood with hands behind his back with a calm expression.

"I'm starting to regret this," Dustin said suddenly. "What if we can't handle them?" "Hey, this is no tto be pessimistic. We're all counting on you!" Miles exclaimed nervously, his eyes wide with fear.

"Don't worry. I'm just joking to lighten the mood." Dustin chuckled.

"That's not exactly lightening the mood, you know? You're scaring us!" Dalen looked at him strangely.

The others exchanged looks, unsure whether to laugh or cry.

"They're here!" Crystal's eyes narrowed as she drew her sword.