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.

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

from his words

us like that. Does he have a

with him! If it weren’t for the risk of disrupting

“Count me in!”

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

He’s got a death wish!” a hulking figure on the battle ring

even without displaying any anger. He had a commanding presence that made him stand out

you?” Bill

chief senior disciple of the

in the martial world. Although

the strength to rival one. He

Bill immediately blurred into a mysterious red blood shadow and appeared behind Jermaine.

eyes turned cold. The long blade on his back

chin in. His razor-sharp fangs clamped

his blade, but it wouldn’t budge. He was

laughter echoed as he clamped down on the blade. At the same time,

he took a few steps back, Bill’s