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

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

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

grinned sinisterly, like a predator sizing up

“Next,” Oron said.

rules were broken and no trouble was caused, he didn’t care if someone used a few harsh words, shouted insults,

their numbers. Some made a show

wary of giving away any tactical advantages. After all, knowing an

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

the Heavenly Immortals list, were almost certain to reach the top eight as long as they didn’t face each other too

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

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

ball had a metal disc in the center with the number “25” engraved on

having fought many battles, he

that Bill, with his aristocratic lineage, was likely to be formidable. It would be an excellent chance to test his skills against a vampire elite and understand their abilities.

sense something. He

me you’re my opponent?” His eyes narrowed

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