"Grand Sorceress, these... These treasures are far too valuable. I don't think I can accept them." Azalea was taken aback when she looked at the dazzling array of treasures before her.When Abigail had previously given her the Elysian Amulet and Gerandium, it had already stirred up some dissent. If she accepted these as well, she would undoubtedly become the target of envy and resentment among the Mystic Arts Order disciples."Valuable? I earned all these from the betting pool that I set up. I didn't spend a dime. Just take them, and don't worry about it. If anyone dares to gossip, I'll tear their mouths apart," Abigail said as she looked around.The nearby Mystic Arts Order members were startled and quickly averted their eyes. They pretended not to notice anything.They knew very well what Abigail was capable of. Ever since she became the Grand Sorceress, the first thing she did was clean house within the Mystic Arts Order. She dealt with dissenting voices swiftly and brutally.A
Jermaine's speed was remarkable, and his strikes were swift, like lightning. The spectators barely had time to blink before he was standing in front of George with his steel sword aiming at George's neck.Jermaine, who had fought through a tough Group B contestant, hadn't reached grandmaster level. But he had the strength of one, and this was the source of his confidence.Despite being attacked, George didn't react. He stood there blankly without trying to dodge the attack.Jermaine smirked at the sight. He knew this was the weakness of a big guy with slow speed. Their sluggish reactions made them easy targets for attacks.As expected, his steel sword struck George's neck. But soon, the smile on his face disappeared.The scene he had anticipated, where the strike would separate George's head from his body, didn't happen.Instead, the sword, which was supposed to be indestructible, created a shower of sparks upon hitting George. It was as if Jermaine was striking a hard, dark st
Before Jermaine could react, George grabbed his neck and lifted him with one hand as if picking up a chicken.Jermaine's breath hitched, and his face quickly turned red. He began to struggle frantically, kicking and flailing, but he still couldn't break free.George's grip was like a steel clamp as he tightened it. "You're ridiculously weak." He shook his head and looked at Jermaine disdainfully.Jermaine was so weak that he couldn't even block one of his moves. The worst part was that George had only used a fraction of his strength. George soon lost interest in tormenting such a weak opponent. After all, only strong opponents could stir his excitement. He knew that killing strong foes was the only way he could intimidate the Dragonmarsh martial artists. But now he was disappointed to face such a weak opponent like Jermaine."Shadow Slip!" Faced with the crisis, Jermaine quickly formed a hand seal.His body suddenly shrank, and he slipped out of George's grasp like a boneless
The phantom moved with incredible speed. Wherever it passed, the ground froze, and the air seemed to solidify. Within a ten-yard radius, everything felt trapped in a unique space where objects appeared frozen.George suddenly felt a chill and a sense of impending danger. He didn't dare to be reckless and immediately gathered all his energy to punch the phantom.His punch struck out with the force of thunder, which was incredibly fast. As soon as his fist struck out, a red fist shadow as hot as a flame shot out and hit the phantom.Contrary to George's expectations, the red fist shadow didn't hit the phantom. Instead, it passed through without resistance, as if hitting thin air."Huh?" His eyes widened in surprise. He had never encountered such a strange technique that could disregard his energy. What on earth was that phantom?George shook his shoulders, and his muscles tensed instantly. A red glow enveloped his tanned skin and formed a protective layer.With his physical strengt
"What the hell happened to George? He was defeated by the phantom without putting up a fight. What a disgrace!" Bill scowled at the battered George in the battle ring.Everyone said George was strong and had incredible physical power. Yet, he couldn't even handle a weak martial artist from Dragonmarsh. What a joke!"There's something off about that Dragonmarsh martial artist," Jeremiah said earnestly.He continued, "His attacks are extraordinary. They bypass physical defenses and protective barriers to strike the target's soul. Unfortunately, that is Mr. Burroughs' weak spot."They had expected George to win easily, but he met his nemesis, and the situation looked grim."Soul-targeting attacks? Isn't that similar to vampires' mind control?" Bill said indifferently.He went on, "It may seem impressive, but it's only effective against those with weak mental strength. It's useless against a strong opponent."The problem is George's mental strength is so weak that he's even worse of
Jermaine was dead. His death caught everyone off guard, especially since they were confident he would win when he used the Phantom Reaper technique. After all, the technique was a long-lost secret technique that was renowned two centuries ago. It was said to be unbeatable against opponents of the same level and capable of killing those beyond one's rank.The Phantom Reaper technique could bypass physical defenses and protective barriers to deliver a deadly blow straight at the target's soul. Hence, it was impossible to withstand this attack without solid mental strength.At first, everything went as expected. After Jermaine unleashed the Phantom Reaper technique, he completely dominated the fight without allowing George to counterattack.But no one anticipated what happened next. One moment, Jermaine was confident and in control. The next, he was pierced through the heart and died on the spot.The entire sequence of events happened so quickly that the spectators could barely proc
The spectators erupted into chaos at the sight before them. They never expected George to be so ruthless.Despite winning the match, he proceeded to stomp on Jermaine's head. This act was not only brutal but also showed a complete disregard for humanity."Damn it! This Giant is out of control! He didn't even leave Jermaine's body intact. This is unacceptable.""I can't stand this. If Jermaine hadn't held back, this Giant would be dead already. How dare he flaunt his arrogance?""His ruthless behavior will catch up to him eventually."The spectators' anger boiled over as they shouted curses at George.Life and death were accepted as part of the match in the battle ring. Generally, everyone accepted that outcome without much protest.However, the martial world valued leaving room for future encounters. If there was no deep-seated grudge, it was considered appropriate to determine the victor without resorting to complete annihilation.George had killed Jermaine to win the match, a
Contestant number four, Titus McAllister, was a burly figure in a black tank top. His muscles were like chiseled stone. A vicious scar ran from the corner of his eye to his mouth. It added a menacing edge to his imposing presence.On the other side, contestant number 29 was a strikingly handsome young man named Aldrian Lockwood. He appeared to be in his 20s, with long flowing hair and an azure steel sword in his hand. He looked suave and sophisticated, like a leading man from a classic romance.As Aldrian made his entrance, many female spectators erupted into cheers. His popularity was evident from their enthusiastic reaction. He greeted each cheer with a smile, signing autographs and posing for photos. His presence felt more like a celebrity at a fan meeting than a contestant in the ring.Titus said nothing. He watched Aldrian with a calm, unflinching gaze.After a while, Oron grew impatient. He stopped Aldrian's endless fan interactions and called for the match to begin.The m