“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.

unlucky one,” Jermaine replied coldly. “I’ve killed countless brutes like

strong, it made no difference. Those brutes, who

trash?” Instead of getting angry, George laughed heartily, though his eyes were filled with deadly intent. “We’ll see

ring.” Jermaine

grinned sinisterly, like a

“Next,” Oron said.

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

after another stepped up to draw their numbers. Some made a

tactical advantages. After all, knowing an opponent’s details in advance could provide a strategic advantage or be used

the draw. Only those confident in their skills and

top on the Heavenly Immortals list, were almost certain to reach

“8”, and he would fight in the eighth match. It was in the middle of the lineup-neither advantageous nor disadvantageous- but he wasn’t

be number 25. If his memory served him

ball. The ball had a

battles, he had never faced a vampire

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

He looked up and locked eyes with

tell me you’re my opponent?” His eyes narrowed

added, “Let me just say you’re as good as dead. And don’t think I’ll

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