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.

Combat Tournament championship. If

were seething with anger from

This kid’s got some nerve, publicly challenging us

for the risk of disrupting the event,

“Count me in!”

had even begun, Bill was brazenly belittling Dragonmarsh martial

this c*cky Streuquan bat think he can run wild here? He’s got a death wish!” a hulking figure on the battle

anger. He had a commanding presence that made him stand out as

are you?”

of the Soultech Union,” the

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

was halfway to becoming a grandmaster but already had the strength to rival one. He was among the 12 standout participants who had fought through thousands of

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

cold. The long blade on his back

razor-sharp fangs

at his blade, but it wouldn’t budge. He was taken aback by

as he clamped down on the blade. At the same time, his fingernails shot out like razor-sharp blades. He stabbed viciously toward Jermaine’s

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