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.

the Combat Tournament

with anger from

us like that. Does he have

for the risk of disrupting the event, I’d

“Count me in!”

attention. But now, before the match had even begun, Bill was brazenly belittling Dragonmarsh martial artists. Even the spectators

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

and piercing eyes commanded respect, even without displaying any anger. He had a commanding presence that made

you?” Bill

the chief senior disciple of the Soultech Union,” the

a prestigious guild in the martial world. Although

already had the strength to rival one. He was among the 12 standout participants who had fought through

Bill immediately blurred into a mysterious red blood shadow and appeared behind Jermaine. He bared his

blade on his back suddenly shot out of its sheath, its icy

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

He was taken aback by the sheer

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

his blade stuck, he had to retreat. Just as he took a few steps back, Bill’s