“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.

see who’s the unlucky one,” Jermaine replied coldly. “I’ve killed countless brutes like you. All brawn

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

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

in the battle ring.” Jermaine scoffed and walked away from

a

“Next,” Oron said.

care if someone used a

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

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

numbers hidden after the draw. Only those confident in their skills and untroubled by any tricks would reveal

the Heavenly Immortals list, were almost certain to reach the top eight as long as they

was in the middle of the lineup-neither advantageous nor disadvantageous- but he wasn’t

pairing rules, his opponent would be number 25. If his memory served him right, that was

Bill, who was casually toying with a glass ball. The ball had a metal disc in the center with the number

fought many battles, he had never faced

to be formidable. It would be an excellent chance to test his skills against a vampire elite and understand their

Bill seemed to sense something. He looked up and locked

me you’re my opponent?” His eyes narrowed as he

don’t think I’ll make it easy

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