“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.

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

proven useless against his blade. No matter how big or strong, it made no difference. Those brutes, who sacrificed speed and agility for sheer power, were no threat to

though his eyes were filled with deadly intent. “We’ll see if you’re still laughing after I turn you into a

battle ring.” Jermaine scoffed

a predator sizing up

“Next,” Oron said.

rules were broken and no trouble was caused, he didn’t care

draw their numbers. Some made a show of

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

confident in their skills and untroubled

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

match. It was in the middle of the lineup-neither advantageous nor disadvantageous-

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

glass ball. The ball had a metal disc in the center with the number

Dustin smirked. Despite having fought many battles, he had never faced a vampire

his skills against a vampire elite and understand their abilities. This way, he would be prepared for

to sense something. He looked up and locked eyes

my opponent?” His eyes narrowed as he sized up

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

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