An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori (official version)

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The burly man collapsed to the ground.

As he had gone beyond his limits, his blood vessels burst. After spitting out a large amount of blood, he fell

deeply unconscious.

His muscles were torn and his eyes were red. His internal meridians were also heavily injured.

It was a problem for him to get out of bed for the past few days, let alone competing.

"See! | said he couldn't do it, yet he still wanted to show off. Look what happened!"

"Indeed, not anyone can challenge the 50 thousand-pound cauldron."

"He already passed the test just now. Now he's done it. He pushed himself too hard and even vomited blood. He

truly overestimated himself!"

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Seeing the burly man dropping to the ground, the crowd burst into discussion.

Swere laughing at him, while others pitied him.

It was already impressive for him to be able to raise a 10 thousand-pound cauldron. As for the 50 thousand-

pound cauldron, only those with extraordinary abilities could lift it.

After all, it was two different things for one to be able to lift the cauldron up and for one to raise it over their

heads.

It was easier for one to lift it. As for raising it over their heads, it would need way more energy.

For example, one could only raise a 50 thousand-pound cauldron if they were able to lift a 60 to 70 thousand-

pound cauldron.

"Bring him away for treatment." The judge shook his head helplessly. Then, he ordered two staff to bring the

burly man away.

Although it was not life-threatening that his meridians burst and he vomited, he was basically out of the

competition. He didn't even have the chance to show his face on the stage.

This was the consequence of being self-righteous and not listening to other's advice.

Only Divine-level martial artists or fully developed divine-level martial artists had the right to challenge a 50

thousand-pound cauldron.

"Next, Contestant 845," the judge shouted expressionlessly, continuing the next test.

He was used to seeing contestants getting hurt.

At this moment, Dustin was lining up in the crowd.

He was Contestant 850, and there were still five contestants before him.

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"Hello. I think | never see you around before, so I'm wondering which sect are you from?" In front of Dustin, a

woman dressed in white suddenly turned around.

The woman was tall and lean. She was beautiful, and her smile was bright and exuded warmth.

"I'm a lone martial artist, not belonging to any sect," Dustin replied politely.

"It must be tough for you to learn independently since you're not from any sect." The woman in white smiled

while reaching out her hand. "Hello. My nis M-e-l-i-s-s-a Y-0-n-d-e-I-s. Melissa Yondels. I'm from Baleron's

Boulderthorn."

"Hello. My nis Dustin Rhys." Dustin nodded with a smile.

"Nice to meet you, Dustin." Melissa smiled even warmer. "After you sign up, I'm wondering if you would have the

tto have a meal and exchange smartial arts insights?"

"Huh?" Dustin was stunned.

He didn't expect her to be so straightforward.