“Next.” Oron’s voice rang out, signaling the continuation of the drawing after Jermaine finished his turn.

“I’ll go.”

At that moment, George stomped forward and aggressively shoved a martial artist away as he reached into the black box.

The martial artist who had been shoved frowned and looked up at George’s burly bear-like frame. Despite the intimidation, he suppressed his anger.

Although a martial artist’s strength couldn’t be judged by their size, George’s imposing presence was undeniable.

After rummaging inside the box for a few seconds, George pulled out a glass ball. But before anyone could see the number inside, he crushed it with his powerful grip.

The ball shattered with a sharp crack, and fragments scattered across the floor.

He looked at the fragments in his hand and burst into laughter. His eyes glinted with malice as he turned to Jermaine.

He said sinisterly, “Jermaine, huh? Unlucky bastard, you’ll have one hell of a day. Look at this.” He showed him the metal disc, which displayed “30.”

Jermaine’s number was 3, and George’s was 30. According to the pairing rules, they were set to face off in the third match.

one,” Jermaine replied coldly. “I’ve killed countless brutes like you. All brawn and no brains.

strong, it made no difference. Those brutes, who sacrificed

heartily, though his eyes were filled with deadly intent. “We’ll see if

in the battle ring.” Jermaine scoffed and

a predator

“Next,” Oron said.

were broken and no trouble was caused, he didn’t care if someone used a few harsh words, shouted insults, or

after another stepped up to draw their numbers. Some made a show of it, while others kept

any tactical advantages. After all, knowing an opponent’s details in advance

Only those confident in their skills and untroubled by any tricks would

Immortals list, were almost certain to reach the

drew the number “8”, and he would fight in the eighth match. It was

to the pairing rules, his opponent would be number 25. If his memory served him

glass ball. The ball had a metal disc

many battles,

excellent chance to test his skills against a vampire elite and understand their abilities. This way,

Bill seemed to sense something. He looked up and locked eyes

His eyes narrowed as he sized up

as good as dead. And don’t think

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