An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

After George’s entrance, a chilling, eerie laughter echoed through the arena. At the same time, a swirling cloud of scarlet mist rushed in from the distance.

The mist was about ten feet in radius. It radiated a dark, sinister energy, and its shape constantly shifted. One moment, it morphed into a massive skull, then twisted into a devil with bared fangs and claws.

The sight of this unnerving mist made the spectators gasp in alarm. They quickly scattered to clear the path.

The mist’s terrifying appearance signaled evil intent, and they knew that coming into contact with it could be deadly.

The scarlet mist swirled over the battle ring. It deliberately circled the contestants’ heads three times before crashing down with a thunderous bang.

A striking Streuquan man in a sharp suit emerged as the mist dissipated. His bold features, devious grin, and undeniable charm made him impossible to ignore. The man was Bill Wolfe.

“I can’t believe that narcissistic jerk actually showed up,” Aurora muttered with a scowl, her eyes flashing with disdain. “I hope Fenley teaches him a lesson.”

“With so many skilled fighters from Dragonmarsh, Fenley might not even need to step in,” Alicia said.

After last night’s fight, she realized Bill was no match for Fenley. Instead, George seemed more dangerous and was worth watching out for.

“Listen up, Dragonmarsh martial artists!” Bill turned to face the contestants.

to win the Combat Tournament championship. If you don’t want to die, you’d better surrender now. Otherwise, I’ll make you

from his words and began to shout

some nerve, publicly challenging us like that. Does he have a death

for the risk of disrupting

“Count me in!”

attention. But now, before the match had even begun, Bill was brazenly belittling Dragonmarsh martial artists. Even

Does this cocky Streuquan bat think he can run wild here? He’s got a death wish!” a hulking figure on the battle ring suddenly shouted. He was wearing a

even without displaying any anger. He had

you?”

Jermaine Walsen, the chief senior disciple of the Soultech Union,”

was a prestigious guild in the martial world. Although they

to becoming a grandmaster but already had the strength to rival one. He was among the 12 standout participants who had fought through thousands

I’ll deal with you first!” Bill immediately blurred into a mysterious red blood shadow and appeared behind Jermaine. He bared his fangs and lunged, aiming to sink his

The long blade on his back

his chin in. His razor-sharp fangs clamped onto Jermaine’s blade with a sharp

budge. He

At the same time, his fingernails shot out like

retreat. Just as he took a few steps back, Bill’s figure vanished as if he had