Cassius’s beliefs and thoughts grew more resolute as he silently stood in the combat arena. Feng Liusi had once spoken of the three paths for combat artists: the Holy Fist, the Dominator Fist, and the Ultimate Fist. Now, it seemed that Cassius was best suited for the Dominator Fist.0

A Dominator Fist practitioner channels their Qi outward, overwhelming opponents with an unstoppable force and crushing everything in its path with sheer momentum. It was the most aggressive and lethal path among the three. 0

In truth, Feng Liusi, the Blood Fist, also walked this path. Southern Dipper Red Falcon Fist was inherently aligned with the Dominator Fist. Feng Liusi’s challenge history had clearly reflected this after he had broken through as a combat artist two decades ago. Now that Cassius had also trained in the Southern Dipper Red Falcon Fist, it was only a matter of time before he aligned with it as well.0

As he continued to muse, Cassius glanced at Justin, who was struggling to stand, and then at the spectators. It didn't matter if they were pugilists from Wenxia County's various Covert Martial Arts sects or elite members of the Eastern Nine Sects, most averted their eyes or bowed their heads. Nobody dared to make eye contact with Cassius.0

The atmosphere quickly grew tense again.0

Cassius looked at the still-hacking Justin and felt a bit speechless. He had held back quite considerably. After all, he hadn't used the Death's Fang technique to...0