“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 you. All brawn and no brains. You’re nothing but a walking pile

blade. No matter how big or strong, it made no difference. Those

trash?” Instead of getting angry, George laughed heartily, though his eyes were filled with deadly intent. “We’ll see if you’re still

this in the battle ring.” Jermaine scoffed

a

“Next,” Oron said.

care if someone used a few harsh words, shouted

numbers. Some made a show of it, while others kept

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

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

and Fenley, who ranked among the top on the Heavenly Immortals list, were almost certain to reach

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

number 25. If

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

many battles, he had never faced a vampire

aristocratic lineage, was likely to be formidable. It would be an excellent chance to test his skills against

to sense something. He looked up and locked eyes

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

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

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