An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

“Next.” Oron’s voice rang out, signaling the continuation of the drawing after Jermaine finished his turn.

“I’ll go.”

At that moment, George stomped forward and aggressively shoved a martial artist away as he reached into the black box.

The martial artist who had been shoved frowned and looked up at George’s burly bear-like frame. Despite the intimidation, he suppressed his anger.

Although a martial artist’s strength couldn’t be judged by their size, George’s imposing presence was undeniable.

After rummaging inside the box for a few seconds, George pulled out a glass ball. But before anyone could see the number inside, he crushed it with his powerful grip.

The ball shattered with a sharp crack, and fragments scattered across the floor.

He looked at the fragments in his hand and burst into laughter. His eyes glinted with malice as he turned to Jermaine.

He said sinisterly, “Jermaine, huh? Unlucky bastard, you’ll have one hell of a day. Look at this.” He showed him the metal disc, which displayed “30.”

Jermaine’s number was 3, and George’s was 30. According to the pairing rules, they were set to face off in the third match.

“Hmph! We’ll see who’s the unlucky one,” Jermaine replied coldly. “I’ve killed countless brutes like you. All brawn and no brains. You’re nothing but a walking pile of trash.”

against his blade. No matter how big or strong, it made no difference. Those brutes, who sacrificed speed and agility for sheer power,

George laughed heartily, though his eyes were filled with deadly intent. “We’ll

Let’s settle this in the battle ring.” Jermaine scoffed and walked

like a predator sizing up its

“Next,” Oron said.

was caused, he didn’t care if someone used a few harsh words, shouted insults, or spat

stepped up to draw their numbers. Some made a show of

few proudly flaunted their numbers, while others hid them. They were wary of giving away any tactical advantages.

numbers hidden after the draw. Only those confident in their skills and untroubled by any tricks would

top on the Heavenly Immortals list, were almost certain to

and he would fight in the eighth match. It was in the middle of the lineup-neither

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casually toying with a glass ball. The ball had a metal disc in the

battles, he had never faced

test his skills against

Bill seemed to sense something. He looked

you’re my opponent?” His eyes narrowed as he

“Let me just say you’re as good as dead. And don’t think I’ll