After George's entrance, a chilling, eerie laughter echoed through the arena. At the same time, a swirling cloud of scarlet mist rushed in from the distance.The mist was about ten feet in radius. It radiated a dark, sinister energy, and its shape constantly shifted. One moment, it morphed into a massive skull, then twisted into a devil with bared fangs and claws.The sight of this unnerving mist made the spectators gasp in alarm. They quickly scattered to clear the path. The mist's terrifying appearance signaled evil intent, and they knew that coming into contact with it could be deadly.The scarlet mist swirled over the battle ring. It deliberately circled the contestants' heads three times before crashing down with a thunderous bang.A striking Streuquan man in a sharp suit emerged as the mist dissipated. His bold features, devious grin, and undeniable charm made him impossible to ignore. The man was Bill Wolfe."I can't believe that narcissistic jerk actually showed up," Aur
"Great hit!""How dare you cause trouble at Sacred Wyrm Summit? You must have a death wish.""If the referee hadn't held back, that Stormcraft strike would have turned him into dust."The spectators cheered with applause as Bill was sent flying.A foreign contestant one who is relatively unknown here should stay low-key to avoid unnecessary trouble.But when Bill showed up, he immediately started shouting and challenging everyone. He practically asked to be beaten. Did this puny vampire think no one in Dragonmarsh could take him down?"Curse you, Dragonmarsh martial artists! How dare you ambush me? How cowardly and disgraceful!"Bill staggered to his feet and gritted his teeth as he seethed in anger. He had planned to make a strong impression and showcase the vampires' might. Instead, his plan backfired, and he was humiliated. He didn't think it was due to his own weakness; rather, Oron's sudden attack had caught him off guard. Bill was sure that he wouldn't lose in a fair fig
"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 dis
The spectators erupted into thunderous applause as soon as Oron finished speaking.Under the spotlight of a thousand eager eyes, contestant number one rose from his seat and walked to the battle ring. He was a monk clad in gray robes. The towering figure, who had a muscular build, was in his 30s. He gripped an iron staff, and his smooth, bald head gleamed brilliantly in the sunlight.The spectators quickly recognized him. "I can't believe the first contestant is Venerable Truce from Aureate Monastery. This is going to be a great match."Contestant number one was a revered monk from Aureate Monastery called Truce Heart. He was known by the moniker "Venerable Banisher".Despite his young age, his cultivation was beyond measure, especially his Ironfist Technique, which he had mastered to perfection.He was said to be impervious to blades, bullets, fire, and water. Any attack launched against him barely left a mark.But Truce wasn't just renowned for his incredible defense. His Ban
While facing Truce's powerful strike, Jeremiah remained calm. He didn't even flinch and raised his arm to block the blow.The shadowsteel staff crashed down with a resounding impact on his arm. Instead of the expected scene of broken bones and a flying body, the staff only made his sleeve flutter. He didn't suffer any injuries.Jeremiah stood still with a smile on his face."Huh?" Truce's eyes widened in shock. If the earlier thrust had been just a test, this sweeping blow was delivered with full force.He would have understood if Jeremiah had used grandmaster-level internal energy. But Truce didn't feel any energy fluctuation from him. In other words, Jeremiah had relied purely on his physical strength to withstand the blow.Could this seemingly frail priest be a grandmaster of body refinement? If so, a tough battle lay ahead. After all, Truce was also a grandmaster of body refinement."I didn't expect that skinny priest to catch Venerable Truce's staff barehanded. He's got some
"What? The guy isn't dead? How is that even possible?""He's not only alive, but he's completely unscathed. This is insane!""How can this be? Is he wearing some kind of armor?""Even if he was, there's no way he could survive Venerable Truce's strike without a scratch!"The spectators stared in disbelief as Jeremiah stood there with a seemingly indifferent expression. Truce's previous strike was devastating, unstoppable, and could split mountains and rivers.Under normal circumstances, given Jeremiah's build, he should've been left crippled even if he survived. But he was completely unscathed. This was a sight that defied everyone's understanding and logic.Even Truce was left questioning this reality. The Drakon Banisher, a signature move of the Banisher Technique, was known for its unmatched power. Once unleashed, it was nearly impossible for anyone to block, and it had never failed to deliver its intended result.Truce was certain his strike had hit Jeremiah, but he couldn
When Jeremiah looked at Truce, he burst into laughter. His eyes burned with a fierce, primal hunger, like a predator spotting the perfect prey. He didn't say anything. With a powerful kick, he transformed into a blur and charged toward Truce with a frightening speed."Bold fool! You're sealing your own doom!" When Truce saw Jeremiah's unyielding defiance, he roared and threw a powerful punch. With his Celestial Aegis armor protecting him, Truce's defense was impenetrable. His speed and strength were also enhanced.This punch might have looked ordinary, but it packed a punch many times stronger than his previous Banisher Technique.While charging forward with blinding speed, Jeremiah couldn't evade and crashed straight into Truce's fist. At the same time, his razor-sharp claws slashed across Truce's chest.With a thunderous explosion and the resounding clash of metal, Jeremiah was sent flying seven or eight yards by the devastating Zenith Punch. His chest caved in, and his scale
When Jeremiah charged at him again, Truce didn't have a moment to think and instinctively raised his fist to strike. Soon, a fierce fight broke out between the two sides again.Both were experts in close combat, and their fight was a relentless clash of raw power. There was no dodging or blocking, just pure, unfiltered brutality.Each punch and kick landed with a resounding crack. It was a relentless contest of power where neither expert would give an inch.Truce, protected by the Celestial Aegis, had a clear advantage in strength and defense. Each of his powerful strikes forced Jeremiah to retreat.In contrast, Jeremiah's attacks were ineffective against the Celestial Aegis. Truce couldn't seal the win despite his apparent advantage because of Jeremiah's strong defense. Plus, his recovery rate was shockingly fast.No matter how severe his injuries—whether his chest caved in or his face was battered beyond recognition—Jeremiah could recover almost instantly.As a result, the tw