“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.

killed countless brutes like

big or strong, it made no difference. Those brutes, who sacrificed speed and agility

angry, George laughed heartily, though his eyes were filled with deadly intent. “We’ll

the battle ring.”

grinned sinisterly, like a

“Next,” Oron said.

care

stepped up to draw their numbers. Some made a show

few proudly flaunted their numbers, while others hid them. They were wary of giving away any tactical advantages. After all, knowing an opponent’s details in advance could provide a strategic advantage or

draw. Only those confident in their

the Heavenly Immortals list, were almost

and he would fight in the eighth match. It was in the middle of the lineup-neither advantageous nor disadvantageous- but he wasn’t concerned about

be number 25. If his memory served him

was casually toying with a glass ball. The ball had a metal disc

having fought many battles, he had never faced a

aristocratic lineage, was likely to be formidable. It would be an excellent chance to test his skills against a vampire elite and understand their abilities.

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

don’t tell me you’re my opponent?” His eyes narrowed as

think I’ll make it easy for

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