An Understated Dominance (Dustin Rhys)

“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. You’re nothing

made no difference. Those brutes, who sacrificed speed and agility for sheer power, were no

walking pile of trash?” Instead of getting angry, George laughed heartily, though his eyes were filled with

in the battle ring.” Jermaine

a predator sizing up its

“Next,” Oron said.

he didn’t care if someone used a few harsh words, shouted insults, or

their numbers. Some made

proudly flaunted their numbers, while others hid them. They were wary of giving away any tactical advantages. After all, knowing an opponent’s details

contestants kept their numbers hidden after the draw. Only those confident in their skills and untroubled by

ranked among the top on the Heavenly Immortals list, were almost certain to reach the top eight as long as

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

opponent would be number 25. If his memory served him

ball had a metal

Dustin smirked. Despite 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. This way, he would be prepared for future encounters

He

opponent?” His eyes narrowed as

say you’re as good as dead. And don’t think I’ll make it easy for you. I plan to enjoy every