George's brutal treatment of Jermaine's body had already stirred up a lot of anger. As he stepped into the battle ring again, the spectators booed and cursed at him."Ugh! Just seeing this bastard makes me sick. I want to kill him.""Disgusting heartless scum!""He got away with it last time, but now he's facing the Grand Sorceress of the Mystic Arts Order. Let's see how he dies."The spectators were furious as they shouted and cursed at George, but he didn't care. His eyes were locked on Abigail, and his lips curled into a wicked grin. He couldn't hide the lust in his gaze. "Tsk, tsk… Hey, gorgeous. Fighting is a man's job. As a woman, your duty is to bear children." His eyes roamed over her as he grinned wider. "Unfortunately, Dragonmarsh martial artists are weaklings. They don't have what it takes to satisfy someone like you. But I can guarantee you'll experience pure pleasure with me," he said and laughed heartily.His words were like a spark that ignited a wildfire, causing
George grimaced in pain and flung the snake-like creature away. But the creature wouldn't give up. It lunged at him again as soon as it hit the ground."You've got a death wish?" He snorted and smashed the creature into a scarlet mist with a single punch. He then turned his gaze to Abigail with a malicious grin. "It's just a little snake. You don't actually think it could hurt me, huh?""Can't hurt you? Check out the bite marks," she replied sarcastically."Huh?" George looked down and saw two tiny, needle-like punctures where the creature had bitten him. The wounds were so minor that they didn't even bleed.However, the area around the wounds had turned a deep, unnatural black. It was darker than his skin, like ink.The most disturbing part was that this black mark was rapidly spreading and crept into his bloodstream. Within seconds, it had covered most of his hand."What is this?" George's frown deepened, and his smile faltered. He had always prided himself on being impervi
George roared like thunder. His blade-like arms gleamed coldly and sliced through Abigail's body with lightning speed. The speed of his momentum sent him skidding for about 25 feet before he finally came to a halt."This is what happens when you piss me off, bitch!" He turned and laughed maniacally with a fierce expression. He believed that strength mattered and not the useless poisonous mist or creature."Hey, what are you laughing at?" A clear, crisp voice rang out from the front.George looked toward the voice and was surprised to see Abigail. She casually turned with a smirk as if she were looking at a fool."Hmm?" His smile faltered and was replaced by shock.What happened? Hadn't his blade already sliced through her neck? Why was there no sign of injury? Could he have missed it? That seemed impossible. His blade was as fast as lightning, and she hadn't even moved. How could he have missed? What on earth had happened?"I'm not stopping until you're dead!" George was frustr
Abigail pushed off the ground and shot into the air. She quickly caught up to George as his burly frame began to descend. She lifted her long leg high and brought it down like a battle ax, striking his back with force.The impact was explosive. George, falling face-first, immediately flipped and crashed toward the battle ring like a soccer ball. As he fell, he spat another mouthful of blood.His burly frame slammed into the hard ground with a bone-jarring impact. The force of the collision created a deep, human-shaped crater in the ring. Dust and debris exploded into the air, and rocks flew everywhere.Despite George's incredible defense, the force of the blow fractured his bones, displaced his organs, and left him seriously injured.His defense would have seemed nearly unbeatable if facing an ordinary grandmaster. But Abigail wasn't just any grandmaster. She was an ultimate grandmaster and had awakened the Phoenix bloodline.Every punch and kick she delivered carried lethal stren
In the corner of the stands, Jeremiah watched with a frown as the mangled mess George lay in the battle ring. His expression was somber.He knew exactly how strong George was. Compared to the flashy Bill, George was in a league of his own. With his exceptional talent and genetic modifications, George's physical strength, defense, and speed had reached the absolute limits of human capability. Even Dragonmarsh's grandmaster martial artists would struggle to last a single round against him.Yet, he couldn't believe Abigail had taken down the invincible George. And not just defeated, but beaten to a pulp with fists. He wouldn't have believed it if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes."This is giving me a headache." Jeremiah narrowed his eyes as his face darkened. He had known the mission would be challenging, but he hadn't anticipated it to be this tough.They had started as a team of three. But now, halfway through the tournament, he was the only one left. The pressure was intense.
The saber hit the ground before its owner even appeared. Its edge gleamed with a fierce, intimidating light."This saber looks so familiar. I think I've seen it before.""If I'm not mistaken, that's the Inferno Saber of the Bloodfire Legion leader.""The leader of the Bloodfire Legion? Even someone like him is competing in the tournament? Isn't he too old for this?""From what I know, the Bloodfire Legion leader has passed the Inferno Saber to his most prized disciple, Kendricks Lang, who is ranked eighth on the Legendary List."Amid the murmurs, a dark figure suddenly shot into the air. He landed on the battle ring just as the golden saber crashed down with a thunderous boom.The figure was a man dressed in black with a cold and formidable presence. He appeared to be in his 30s, tall and upright, with a piercing gaze. A black, broken sword was slung across his back, which added to his unapproachable demeanor.He was Kendricks Lang, ranked eighth on the Legendary List. Though ma
As Azalea stared at the overwhelming golden wave, her eyes narrowed, and her heart raced. She had expected a few more exchanges, but Kendricks's opening move was terrifying.Without hesitating, she flicked her wrist and pulled out a red paper parasol that seemed to appear from nowhere. The parasol gleamed with deep red hues, and its surface etched with mysterious runes. As light danced over its surface, the runes began to pulse and whirl as if infused with life."The Abyssal Parasol?" The spectators immediately recognized the origin of the red paper parasol.The Abyssal Parasol was a powerful defensive divine artifact known for its dark and formidable properties. It was once the prized possession of the Abyssal Legion, but it was believed to have been lost after their downfall. Surprisingly, it ended up in the hands of the Mystic Arts Order."Go!" Azalea opened the parasol and thrust it forward against the golden wave. It shot into the air and shone brightly. A layer of crimson l
The lack of strict rules at Sacred Wrym Summit allowed Abigail to set up betting pools.Caleb couldn't resist the urge to play a few rounds out of curiosity. He initially had some luck and racked up a decent win. But the tide turned, and he lost everything he had won.With the excitement and adrenaline pumping, he had nothing else to wager, so he bet with the Divine Talisman. From that moment on, it spiraled out of control.It wasn't until he lost dozens of talismans that he finally realized he was over his head and decided to give up. Hence, the talismans in Azalea's possession were a result of his reckless gambling."Where did you get a Divine Talisman?" Kendricks frowned as his expression darkened.The Divine Talisman was a hallmark of Sacred Wyrm Summit, and the lightning talisman she had used earlier was particularly rare. Kendricks found it absurd that a disciple from the Mystic Arts Order would possess the talismans."Heh… it's a secret." Azalea grinned.Before the match,