An Understated Dominance

Jermaine’s speed was remarkable, and his strikes were swift, like lightning.

The spectators barely had time to blink before he was standing in front of George with his steel sword aiming at George’s neck.

Jermaine, who had fought through a tough Group B contestant, hadn’t reached grandmaster level. But he had the strength of one, and this was the source of his confidence.

Despite being attacked, George didn’t react. He stood there blankly without trying to dodge the attack.

Jermaine smirked at the sight. He knew this was the weakness of a big guy with slow speed. Their sluggish reactions made them easy targets for attacks.

As expected, his steel sword struck George’s neck. But soon, the smile on his face disappeared.

The scene he had anticipated, where the strike would separate George’s head from his body, didn’t happen.

Instead, the sword, which was supposed to be indestructible, created a shower of sparks upon hitting George. It was as if Jermaine was striking a hard, dark steel piece.

Even more troubling, Jermaine didn’t sense any energy fluctuations from George. This meant that George wasn’t using internal energy. He was simply enduring the blow with his physical strength.

“Martial artist with impenetrable skin? “Jermaine frowned, and his expression grew serious.Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

It seemed that George’s arrogance was well-founded. He was incredibly strong and had formidable defenses, which made him a difficult opponent. However, being challenging didn’t mean he was unbeatable.

After all, every martial artist with impenetrable skin had a weak spot. Jermaine would win if he could identify George’s weak spot and deliver a powerful strike.

“Heh. Is that all you’ve got?” George sneered. He looked down at Jermaine as if he were a helpless lamb.

Jermaine snorted in response but said nothing. He prepared to withdraw his sword and look for another opportunity.

Just then, George tilted his head and clamped down on the steel sword with his cheek and shoulder. Jermaine tried to free his sword, but it wouldn’t budge.

“You’ve had your turn. Now it’s mine.”

George grinned and threw his sandbag-

sized fist at Jermaine.

It was a simple, straight punch without flair. But as it thrust through the air, it roared like thunder. The force distorted the air around it, making the punch terrifyingly powerful.

Jermaine’s expression changed. He didn’t dare take the punch head-on, so he quickly let go of his sword and stepped back, narrowly avoiding the blow.

George didn’t capitalize on his advantage. Instead, he took the sword from his neck and started eating it, bite by bite.

Yes, he ate it.

He crunched the hard, dark steel sword like a potato chip. He chewed it with gusto while savoring each bite. Soon, he had eaten more than half of the sword.

The spectators watched in stunned silence, their expressions frozen in disbelief.

“Damn? What’s going on? This big guy is eating a dark steel sword like a snack?

“Even a martial artist with impenetrable skin shouldn’t be able to do that. Is he human?”

“Beast! He’s a beast.”

The spectators were utterly shocked. They had seen all sorts of bizarre things but had never seen someone eating dark steel.

Even if someone had the teeth for it, how could they possibly digest it? This was beyond human capability.

“What…” Jermaine stood there, stunned. He stared blankly at George, who was still savoring each bite.

If Jermaine hadn’t witnessed it, he wouldn’t have believed that his dark steel sword was being eaten. It was utterly strange.

“It tastes great. Do you have any other treasures?” George grinned and showed a mouthful of white teeth.

Jermaine’s eye twitched. For a moment, he was at a loss for words.

“What’s wrong? Are you already scared? Is this all the Dragonmarsh martial artists are capable of?” George mocked.

“Bold words! Do you think your cheap tricks will intimidate me? Dream on!” Jermaine snarled.

He clenched his fists and took a fighting stance. He wasn’t only skilled in swordsmanship but also proficient in hand-to-hand combat.

While a martial artist with impenetrable skin could resist blade attacks, they were not necessarily protected against punches. After all, punches were a form of penetrating attack.

With advanced cultivation, a powerful punch could channel true energy to pierce through a martial artist with impenetrable skin and cause serious damage to their internal organs.

“Go on. Let’s see what you’ve got.” George extended a finger and beckoned with a mocking expression.

He wasn’t in a rush to win. Instead, he wanted to slowly torment Jermaine and instill fear in all Dragonmarsh martial artists.

“Let’s see just how tough you are,” Jermaine roared, launching forward like an arrow.

He gathered energy in his right arm and condensed it into a white light. Then, he struck George’s chest at lightning speed.

The punch landed with a muffled thud.

George didn’t flinch. His muscles tensed slightly and absorbed all the force from the punch.

In contrast, Jermaine was pushed back several steps by the impact. His arm went numb, and he was horrified.

Before he could react, George’s big palm reached out to grab him.