“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.

replied coldly. “I’ve killed countless brutes like you. All brawn and no brains.

made no difference. Those brutes, who sacrificed speed

though his eyes were filled with deadly intent. “We’ll see if you’re still laughing

ring.” Jermaine

sinisterly, like a predator

“Next,” Oron said.

broken and no trouble was caused, he didn’t care if someone used a few harsh words, shouted insults, or

draw their numbers. Some

of giving away any tactical advantages. After all, knowing an opponent’s details in

after the draw. Only those confident in

Heavenly Immortals list, were almost certain to reach the top eight as long as they didn’t

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

be number 25. If

The ball had a metal disc in the center with the number “25” engraved

fought many battles, he had never

to be formidable. It would be an excellent chance to test his skills

sense something. He

tell me you’re my opponent?” His eyes narrowed as he sized up Dustin from a

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

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