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.

pure blood from Esmington. My goal is to win the Combat Tournament championship.

spectators were seething with anger from his

publicly challenging us

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

“Count me in!”

acceptable if it was just for attention. But now, before the match had even begun, Bill was brazenly belittling Dragonmarsh martial artists. Even the spectators could no longer tolerate

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 hat with a long blade strapped behind

and piercing eyes commanded respect, even without displaying any anger. He had a commanding presence that made him stand

are you?” Bill

the Soultech Union,” the man

a prestigious guild in the martial world. Although they

the strength to rival one. He was among the 12 standout participants who had fought through thousands of Group B

a mysterious red blood shadow and appeared behind Jermaine. He bared his fangs and lunged, aiming to

his back suddenly

razor-sharp fangs clamped onto Jermaine’s blade with

wouldn’t budge. He was taken aback by

sinister laughter echoed as he clamped down on the blade. At the same time, his fingernails shot out like razor-sharp blades.

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