An Understated Dominance (Dustin Rhys)

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.

blood from 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 experience terror

from

This kid’s got some nerve, publicly challenging us like that.

for the risk of

“Count me in!”

the match had even begun, Bill was brazenly belittling

wild here? He’s got a death wish!” a hulking figure on the battle ring suddenly shouted. He

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

are you?”

of the Soultech Union,” the man

the martial world. Although they had only a few disciples, each was an elite martial

had the strength to rival one. He was among the 12 standout participants who had fought through thousands of Group B

red blood shadow and appeared behind Jermaine. He bared his fangs

cold. The long blade on his

his chin in. His razor-sharp fangs clamped onto Jermaine’s blade with a sharp

but it wouldn’t budge. He was taken

he clamped down on the blade. At the same time, his fingernails shot out like razor-sharp blades.

Just as he took a few steps back, Bill’s figure vanished as if he had never