An Understated Dominance - Chapter 2321

“What happened to George? He lost to that phantom without even trying. What a disgrace!” Bill frowned at the injured George in the battle ring.

Everyone believed George was strong and had amazing physical power. But here he was, defeated by a weak martial artist from Dragonmarsh. It was embarrassing!

“There’s something strange about that Dragonmarsh martial artist,” Jeremiah said seriously.

He continued, “His attacks are unusual. They don’t just hit the body; they go straight for the soul. Unfortunately, that’s George’s weak spot.”

They had thought George would win easily, but now he was facing a tough opponent, and things didn’t look good.

“Soul-targeting attacks? Doesn’t that sound like vampires controlling minds?” Bill replied casually.

He added, “It might sound impressive, but it only works on people with weak mental strength. It’s useless against strong fighters.”

“The problem is George’s mental strength is so weak that he’s worse off than a regular human. If it were me, I’d finish that opponent in seconds,” Bill said.

“This isn’t the time to brag. If George loses in the ring, it will ruin our plan. We need to help him,” Jeremiah said urgently.

“It’s simple. His opponent might be mentally strong, but he’s not physically tough. If George can get close, one punch should take him down,” Bill suggested.

Then he added sarcastically, “But given how George is right now, who knows if he can even reach him.”

“Regardless of what happens, we have to try,” Jeremiah insisted.

He stepped closer and whispered a precise message to George in the battle ring. His lips moved slightly, but it was hard to tell what he was saying.

George seemed to sense something and turned his head slightly to listen, his eyes burning with a new determination.

George got back on his feet with determination.

“Oh? You can get up?” Jermaine raised an eyebrow, surprised to see George slowly rising.

Most martial artists would be out of commission after just one hit from the Phantom Reaper technique. But George was still standing strong, even after taking two blows. Being built like a tank certainly had its perks.

George panted heavily and fixed his gaze on Jermaine. He bent his legs slightly, lowered his body, and tensed his muscles as if he were a tiger ready to pounce.

“Hmph! Still trying to fight back? You really don’t know when to give up,” Jermaine sneered, his killing intent growing.

George didn’t respond. Instead, he gathered his strength and launched himself off the ground with such force that he left a crater behind. He shot forward like a missile, creating a blurred afterimage.

“Wow, he’s fast!” Jermaine exclaimed, his eyes widening.

Without wasting a second, Jermaine activated the Phantom Reaper technique and aimed it at George. This technique could instantly disable anyone with just a touch.

“Die!” Jermaine shouted as the phantom charged toward him.

But George didn’t flinch. He focused all his energy and threw a powerful punch. A blazing red fist shadow surged forward, heading straight for Jermaine.

“What a petty trick!” Jermaine scoffed, directing the phantom to collide with the red fist shadow.

A sharp crack echoed through the arena.

When the two forces met, the red fist shadow shattered into fragments. However, the phantom continued its relentless path and passed right through George.

He screamed in agony and collapsed, sliding several feet before coming to a stop.

Jermaine lay sprawled on the ground, shaking and bleeding from his mouth and nose.

“Heh… You thought you had a chance? With my Phantom Reaper technique, you’re just a lamb waiting for slaughter. It’s like bringing a knife to a gunfight.” He laughed, feeling victorious.

But just as he was about to enjoy the moment and hear the cheers from the crowd, he noticed their strange expressions. They looked shocked, as if they had seen something unbelievable.

“What’s wrong?” Jermaine wondered. He looked down and froze in place.

A black blade had pierced his chest, sticking out from his back. The blade was wide and had no handle. Blood dripped from its edge, pooling on the ground.

“How… How is this possible?” His eyes widened in shock. He had no idea when the blade had struck him.

Throughout the fight, he had controlled George’s movements using the Phantom Reaper technique. He had easily avoided George’s attacks and delivered a fatal blow.

Everything had gone according to plan. He couldn’t figure out where the blade had come from. Was someone in the crowd attacking him?

Jermaine looked around, his mouth opening to speak, but before he could say anything, his vision faded to black. He fell to the ground, dead, with his eyes staring blankly ahead.