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.”

had proven useless against his blade. No matter how big or strong, it made no difference.

his eyes were filled with deadly intent. “We’ll see if you’re still laughing after I turn

in the battle ring.” Jermaine

sinisterly, like a predator sizing up

“Next,” Oron said.

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

numbers. Some made a show of it, while others kept their

wary of giving away any tactical advantages. After all,

the draw. Only those confident in their skills

almost certain to reach

he would fight in the eighth match. It was in the middle of the lineup-neither advantageous nor disadvantageous- but he wasn’t concerned about

his opponent would be number 25. If his memory served him right, that was Bill. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website

with a glass ball. The ball had

fought many battles, he had never faced a

would be an excellent chance to test his skills against a vampire elite and understand their abilities. This way, he would be prepared for future encounters

seemed to sense something. He looked up and locked eyes

my opponent?” His eyes narrowed as he sized

good as dead. And don’t think I’ll make it easy for you. I plan to