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.

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 and

spectators were seething with anger from his words and began

challenging us like that. Does he have

with him! If it weren’t for the risk

“Count me in!”

But now, before the match had even

hulking figure on the battle ring suddenly shouted. He was wearing a

imposing figure and piercing eyes commanded respect, even without displaying any anger. He had

you?” Bill

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

Although they had only a

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

red blood shadow and

The long blade on his back suddenly shot out of its sheath, its icy gleam slashing toward

razor-sharp fangs

blade, but it wouldn’t budge. He was taken

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

his blade stuck, he had to retreat. Just as he took a few steps