An Understated Dominance - Chapter 2302

After George entered the arena, a chilling laughter echoed all around. At the same time, a swirling cloud of red mist rushed in from afar.

The mist had a radius of about ten feet. It gave off a dark, sinister energy, and its shape kept changing. One moment, it looked like a giant skull, then it twisted into a devil with sharp teeth and claws.

The sight of this frightening mist made the audience gasp and quickly move aside to get out of its way. They knew that the mist meant danger and that coming too close could be deadly.

The red mist swirled above the battle ring, circling the contestants’ heads three times before crashing down with a loud bang.

As the mist cleared, a striking man in a sharp suit appeared. He had bold features, a sly grin, and a charm that made him hard to ignore. This man was Bill Wolfe.

“I can’t believe that arrogant jerk actually showed up,” Aurora said with a frown, her eyes filled with anger. “I hope Fenley teaches him a lesson.”

“Considering how many skilled fighters are here from Dragonmarsh, Fenley might not even need to step in,” Alicia replied. After seeing last night’s fight, she felt Bill was no match for Fenley. Instead, she thought George seemed more dangerous and was someone to watch out for.

“Listen up, Dragonmarsh martial artists!” Bill shouted at the contestants.

He continued arrogantly, “I’m an aristocrat with pure blood from Esmington. My goal is to win the Combat Tournament championship. If you don’t want to die, you’d better surrender now. Otherwise, I’ll make you feel terror and despair!”

The crowd was furious at his words and began to shout insults back at him.

“Dammit! This kid has some nerve, publicly challenging us like that. Does he want to get hurt?”

“To hell with him! If it weren’t for the risk of ruining the event, I’d take him out right now!”

“Count me in!”

Bill’s flashy entrance might have been fine if it was just for attention. But now, before the match even started, he was openly mocking the Dragonmarsh martial artists. Even the spectators were fed up with his disrespect.

“Ha! Does this cocky Streuquan think he can act like this here? He’s asking for trouble!” shouted a big guy in the battle ring, wearing a hat with a long blade strapped on his back.

His strong presence and intense gaze demanded respect, even without him being angry. He stood out as someone extraordinary.

“Who are you?” Bill sneered.

“I’m Jermaine Walsen, the chief senior disciple of the Soultech Union,” the man in the hat replied coldly.

The Soultech Union was a respected guild in the martial world. They had only a few disciples, but each one was an elite fighter.

Jermaine was on his way to becoming a grandmaster and already had the strength to match one. He was among the top 12 fighters who had outperformed thousands in Group B.

“Jermaine, huh? Fine! I’ll take you on first!” Bill suddenly blurred into a red shadow and appeared behind Jermaine. He bared his fangs and lunged, aiming to bite Jermaine’s neck.

“You’ve got a death wish!” Jermaine’s eyes turned icy. The long blade on his back shot out of its sheath and slashed toward Bill’s head.

Bill quickly tucked his chin in. His sharp fangs clamped onto Jermaine’s blade with a loud clang.

“Hmm?” Jermaine pulled at his blade, but it wouldn’t move. He was surprised by the strength of Bill’s grip.

Bill’s sinister laughter rang out as he bit down on the blade. His fingernails shot out like sharp knives, and he lunged at Jermaine’s chest and abdomen.

Jermaine frowned. With his blade stuck, he had to pull back. Just as he took a few steps away, Bill suddenly disappeared as if he had never been there.

“Watch out behind you!” a voice shouted from the crowd.

Jermaine turned quickly, his eyes widening in fear as a huge, open mouth came rushing towards him. There seemed to be no way to escape.

Just as he prepared for the deadly bite, a loud crash shook the arena. Bill was hurled through the air like a ragdoll, landing heavily more than 30 feet away from the ring.

His hair was singed, his clothes were torn, and he lay on the ground, writhing as if jolted by a strong electric shock. He couldn’t move.

“The match hasn’t even started. Personal fights between contestants are not allowed. This is just a warning. Any more trouble will lead to disqualification,” an official announced.

On the battle ring, Oron stood still, his face expressionless. A faint crackle of lightning danced between his fingers.

The crowd was mostly confused, as the events had unfolded so quickly, with only a few people truly witnessing what happened.

Just when Bill’s massive jaws were about to snap at Jermaine, Oron had used a technique called Stormcraft, sending Bill flying. This move, known as the Five Stormcraft Art, was specifically designed to deal with dark creatures.

Despite his incredible ability to recover, Bill couldn’t withstand the force of the Stormcraft.