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.

Esmington. My goal is to win the Combat Tournament championship. If you don’t want to die, you’d better surrender now. Otherwise, I’ll make you

seething with anger from his

challenging us like that. Does

the risk of disrupting the event, I’d kill him

“Count me in!”

was just for attention. But now, before the match had even begun, Bill was

he can run wild here? He’s got a death wish!” a hulking figure on

commanded respect, even without displaying any anger. He had a commanding presence that

are you?” Bill

Walsen, the chief senior disciple of the Soultech Union,” the man with the

the martial world. Although they had only a few disciples,

to becoming a grandmaster but already had the strength to rival one. He

shadow and appeared behind Jermaine. He bared his fangs and lunged, aiming to sink his teeth into

The long blade on his

chin in. His razor-sharp fangs clamped onto Jermaine’s

blade, but it wouldn’t budge. He

the blade. At the same time, his fingernails shot out like razor-sharp blades. He stabbed viciously toward

took a few steps back,

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