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.”

big or strong, it made no difference. Those brutes, who sacrificed speed and agility for sheer power,

of getting angry, George laughed heartily, though his eyes were filled with deadly intent. “We’ll see if you’re still laughing after I turn you

ring.” Jermaine scoffed and walked away from the

sinisterly, like a predator sizing

“Next,” Oron said.

care if someone used a few harsh words, shouted

one contestant after another stepped up to draw their numbers. Some

others hid them. They were wary of giving away any tactical advantages. After all, knowing an

the draw. Only those confident in their skills and untroubled by any

ranked among the top on the Heavenly Immortals list, were almost certain to reach the top eight as long as they didn’t

he would fight in the eighth match. It was in the middle of the lineup-neither advantageous nor disadvantageous- but

to the pairing rules, his opponent would be number 25. If his memory served him right, that was Bill. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access

toying with a glass ball. The ball had a metal disc in the center with the number “25” engraved

Despite having fought many battles, he had never

lineage, was likely to be formidable. It would be an excellent chance to test his

He looked up

His eyes

you’re as good as dead. And don’t think I’ll make