Chapter 2321
“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 off than a human. If it were me, I'd kill
the opponent in seconds.”
“This isn’t the to gloat. If he dies in the ring, it will severely impact our plan. We need to find a way to help
him, “Jeremiah said.
“It's easy. His opponent might have strong mental power, but he’s physically weak. If George can get close to
him, one punch should be enough to kill him,” Bill said.
Then, he added sarcastically, “Given George's current condition, who knows if he can even get close.”
“No matter the outcome, we must give it a shot.”
Jeremiah stepped forward and focused his voice into a narrow, precise whisper to transmit his message to
George in the battle ring. His lips moved slightly, but it was unclear what he was saying.
George seemed to sense something and tilted his head to listen without turning around. His eyes burned with a
newfound ferocity when he got back on his feet.
“Oh? You can get up?” Jermaine raised an eyebrow in surprise as he watched George gradually rise to his feet.
Any martial artist of the slevel would be mentally incapacitated and immobilized after a single hit from the
Phantom Reaper technique. But George was still going strong after taking two hits. It seemed being built like a
tank had its advantages.
George panted heavily, and his eyes locked on Jermaine. His legs bent slightly, his body lowered, and his every
muscle tensed. His stance looked like a tiger ready to strike.
“Hmph! Still trying to resist? You really don’t know when to quit.” Jermaine sneered, and his killing intent grew
stronger.
George didn’t say a word. After gathering his strength, he launched himself off the ground with a force that left a
crater behind. He shot forward like a missile, leaving a blurred afterimage.
“Wow, he’s fast!” Jermaine’s eyes widened in surprise.
Without a moment to spare, he immediately used the Phantom Reaper technique and directed it toward George.
This technique could instantly disable the target's fighting ability with a mere touch.
“Die!”
As the phantom charged toward him, George didn’t flinch. He channeled all his energy and threw a powerful
punch. A blazing red fist shadow appeared and hurtled toward Jermaine.
“What a petty trick!” Jermaine sneered. He directed the phantom to collide with the red fist shadow.
A sharp crack echoed through the arena.
At the moment of impact, the red fist shadow shattered into pieces. But the phantom continued relentlessly
toward George and passed right through him.
He screamed in agony and collapsed on the spot. His body slid forward several feet before coming to a stop. He
sprawled on the ground, convulsing and bleeding from his orifices.
“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.” Jermaine laughed as he reveled in his apparent victory.
Just as he was about to bask in the glory and applause, he noticed the spectators ‘ odd expressions. They looked
as if they had just seen something unbelievable.
“Huh?” Jermaine sensed something was off. He glanced down and froze.
A black blade had somehow pierced his chest, with its edge jutting out from his back. The blade, without a
handle, was about three fingers wide. Blood dripped steadily from the sharp edge and stained the ground.
“How... How is this possible?” His eyes widened in disbelief. He had no idea when the blade had pierced his
chest.
Throughout the fight, George's movements had been under his control. Jermaine had used the Phantom Reaper
technique to neutralize George's attacks and then dealt a fatal blow.
Everything had gone smoothly with no apparent flaws. He couldn't understand where the blade had cfrom.
Was it a sneak attack from someone in the crowd?
Jermaine glanced around and parted his lips. But before he could say anything, his vision went black. He hit the
ground hard, dead, with his eyes staring blankly ahead.
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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 slevel 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 process it.
“Dead... Is he dead?”
“What the hell happened?”
“It happened too fast! | couldn't see a damn thing!”
The spectators stared in stunned silence at the body on the battle ring. They exchanged bewildered looks and
couldn’t understand what they had just witnessed. Jermaine, who had been dominating the match, suddenly
dropped dead.
“Faith, did you see that?” Alicia blinked in surprise, then turned to Grace.
She had just seen Jermaine controlling the phantom to defeat George by shattering the fist shadow and knocking
him to the ground. So, how did Jermaine suddenly get stabbed, and with a single fatal strike?
“If I'm not mistaken, the blade cfrom Number 30's body,” Grace said gravely.
She continued, “It looks like he has a unique power. He can transform the metal he consumes into weapons,
which allows him to launch a sneak attack.”
“Transforming consumed metal into weapons? What kind of strange ability is that?” Aurora frowned.
Martial artists typically focused on physical training, energy manipulation, or various specialized techniques. But
George wasn't following any of these conventional paths. So, he must have rare, supernatural abilities that
originated from foreign countries.
At first, he relied solely on his brute strength, which led everyone to underestimate him. This misjudgment
created the perfect opportunity for his unexpected and lethal counterattack.
“So, is this part of the Giant's plan?” Alicia frowned as she analyzed the situation.
She continued, “First, he used his fist shadow to distract Jermaine. Then, his body acted as bait to make Jermaine
use the Phantom Reaper technique, which left him vulnerable. Ultimately, this Giant used his special ability to kill
Jermaine with the blade.”
“Are you saying he through the Phantom Reaper technique’s weaknesses?” Aurora asked, surprised and
skeptical.
She added, “No way. How can a foolish gorilla-like man have such keen insight or planning skills?”
The Phantom Reaper technique caused mental trauma. It could leave weaker opponents mentally incapacitated
or even die on the spot.
Despite George's strength, such a mental attack should have left him with a splitting headache. So, it was nearly
impossible for him to stay calm or spot the technique’s weaknesses.
“If I'm not mistaken, he probably had help from someone skilled.” Alicia frowned as she glanced at Jeremiah and
Bill.
The three of them were working together. The other two wouldn't have stood by when George was in trouble.
They might have used ssort of secret communication to give George the edge he needed to turn the fight
around. Though it looked like cheating, their actions were subtle enough to go unnoticed, and there was no
concrete evidence to prove it.
“Ugh! How despicable! They resort to underhanded tactics if they can’t win. It's revolting.” Aurora scoffed.
“I always knew those guys were up to no good. It's a shfor Jermaine. He finally mastered the Phantom
Reaper technique and could have made a nfor himself. But who would have thought he'd died in the battle
ring?” Alicia shook her head in disappointment.
Jermaine was so close to reaching grandmaster level. With his Phantom Reaper technique, he would've soared to
greatness if he had made it. But he met a tragic end, which was truly lamentable.
“If | were Jermaine and had learned the Phantom Reaper technique, | would've kept it hidden until | was strong
enough to protect myself before revealing it to the world,” Aurora said.
“Life is full of surprises. It's too late to change anything now.” Alicia sighed.
A maniacal laughter erupted on the battle ring.
George, still reeling from the mental trauma, shakily got to his feet. Despite his pale face, sweat-soaked skin,
and unsteady stance, he smiled triumphantly. He knew he had made the right call and claimed the victory.
“Dragonmarsh martial artist, your special abilities are impressive. You nearly defeated me, but unfortunately, |
won in the end.”
George approached Jermaine’s lifeless body with a sneer. He raised his foot and stomped on Jermaine’s head.
There was a loud, sickening crack. Jermaine’s head exploded like a watermelon, splattering red and white
everywhere.
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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 outcwithout 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, and while brutal, it was within reason. But mutilating the body afterward crossed the line into pure inhumanity.
"He's trying to intimidate us." Aurora gritted her teeth.
"Fate can be cruel, but self-made misfortune is unforgivable," Alicia replied. "His actions have ignited the fury of all the martial artists. Someone will give him a lesson he won't forget in the next match.” She narrowed her eyes. Her tone was calm, but a cold, unyielding fury burned in her gaze.
Jermaine was a prodigious talent skilled in the Phantom Reaper technique. He had been a marvel of the martial world, with limitless potential ahead of him. 2 His sudden demise was a significant blow to the martial world. The mutilation of his body afterward only deepened the outrage.
"Those who dared to cinto our territory and provoke us today won't make it out alive," Fenley said coldly. As Jermaine's compatriot, Fenley couldn't let this injustice slide. Anyone with a sense of justice and patriotism would never tolerate such behavior.
"The Dragonmarsh martial artists are nothing but weaklings.” George laughed maniacally as he stepped on Jermaine's lifeless body. He didn't care about the crowd's reactions.
Oron frowned but stayed silent.
The match was free of restrictions. The referee could only intervene if the contestant surrendered or fell off the ring.
"Dammit! How dare you kill Jermaine? We'll take you down!" A furious shout erupted from the crowd. Immediately, a group of Soultech Union disciples brandished their weapons and shouted threats to tear George apart.
But as they advanced a few steps, a lightning bolt struck the ground just ten yards in front of them and created a smoldering crater. Upon seeing that, the disciples froze and were too terrified to advance.
"Matches are decided by fate. No open retaliation is allowed, or you'll becour enemies," Oron warned. 1 The Soultech Union disciples exchanged uneasy glances before retreating. Their eyes, filled with a burning desire for revenge, remained fixed on George.
"Contestant number 30 wins the third match," Oron announced and ordered the removal of Jermaine's body. Despite the result, the applause was sparse. Only a few foreign spectators and contestants clapped.
"Listen up, Dragonmarsh martial artists! Next time, you'd better surrender right away when you face me, or you'll end up like that guy," George declared.
His voice was dripping with menace as he swaggered off the ring. Despite injuriesing his previous injuries, his incredible reedvery had him nearly back to full strength. "Dammit! He's so arrogant. One day, I'm going to kill him." "He's just got lucky in that match. Big deal! Hmmph!" "This Giant's arrogance won't last. Once he encounters our expert, he won't leave in one piece."
The spectators seethed with anger at George's arrogance. But they could only curse at him to vent their frustrations. "The match continues. Contestants number four and 29, please cforward."
After cleaning the battle ring, Oron announced the start of the fourth match. The schedule was packed, and they couldn't afford delays over one match's outcome. George's fate would be revealed later, depending on future results.
As the spectators held their breath, two new contestants stepped into the battle ring.
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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 handsyoung 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. 1 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 moment Oron's words fell, Titus, who had been quietly observing, sprang into action. He propelled himself forward like a cannonball with a single step and closed the distance to Aldrian.
His fists began to rain down with explosive force. They struck like thunder and a rapid barrage of blows that blurred in the air.
Aldrian, who was flirting with his pretty fan, immediately sobered up. His expression changed as he raised his arms to block the barrage of blows.
Titus' fists were incredibly fast and powerful. Each punch landed with the force of a thunderclap, and the impact was terrifying.
Aldrian was forced to retreat, and he barely managed to block the blows. He had no chance to counterattack. Although their skills were similar, Titus took advantage of Aldrian's distraction. He struck first, so he gained the upper hand. He excelled in close combat, and his strength made his punches extremely effective at close range. Aldrian was skilled with the sword and would have fared better if he had drawn it from the beginning. However, his arrogance led him to underestimate Titus. He had been too focused on charming his female fans, which left him unprepared for the fight.
At that instant, Aldrian didn't even get a chance to draw his sword and was left to take a beating. Soon, his once- handsface was covered in bruises. The scene shocked his female fans, who screamed in dismay.
He took a heavy punch and was sent flying several feet. He spat out blood, and his face turned pale. Before he could catch his breath, Titus' fists crashed like a relentless storm.
The saying "kick a man when he was down" couldn't be more fitting. Titus exploited Aldrian's weakness and continued his fierce attack nonstop. He was determined to keep going until Aldrian was knocked out.
"Damn it! I'm not going down without a fight!" Aldrian was furious at Titus's nonstop assault. He gathered his true energy and finally drew his azure steel sword while taking another punch.
With a clash, Aldrian was forced back a few steps, and he spat out blood. But he managed to slash Titus' clothes with his sword, temporarily forcing him to retreat.
"Bastard! Now it's my turn!" Aldrian spat blood on the ground. His once- handsface was twisted with rage. Titus didn't respond. Instead, he closed the distance again. His fists hammered down with relentless force without showing any sign of stopping.
"Go to hell!" Aldrian was furious and unleashed his ultimate move. He swung his long sword, and true energy burst out of his body like threads.
The sword shadows gathered before him and formed a huge spinning ring. The ring of sword shadows spun wildly toward Titus at an incredible speed.
This move, known as the Executioner Technique, was Aldrian's trump card. It had immense power and was capable of tearing the opponent apart.
However, the move was so draining that he rarely used it. If it failed, th would cost him his life. He was only using it now because he had no other choice. "Hmph!" Titus faced the onslaught without flinching. He channeled his true energy to cover his body and charged forward.
The sword shadows ravaged everything in their path and shredded his tank top in the blink of an eye!? The once strong skin and muscle of his back were soon covered in deep cuts as blood flowed from the wounds. Aldrian smirke at the sight. Anyone who dared to face his ultimate move head-on was practically courting death. But the next moment, his smile froze.
Titus had broken through the barrier of sword shadows and was heading toward him. Aldrian was momentarily stunned as he stared at the bloody figure and the rapidly approaching fist. Before he could react, Titus landed a crushing blow on Aldrian's face and sent him flying ten yards away. He hit the ground hard and was knocked out cold.
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Titus didn't finish off Aldrian after knocking him out. Instead, he stepped back and looked at Oron.
Oron nodded and quickly announced the match's result.
The spectators erupted into applause. They had watched the fight closely and saw that Aldrian's arrogance had led to his defeat.
Instead of focusing on the fight, he flirted with his fans, which left him vulnerable. So, Titus seized the opportunity with relentless aggression.
With their skills evenly matched, gaining the upper hand increased the chances of winning. Titus' approach was fierce and relentless. He focused solely on delivering powerful punches without worrying about defense, energy consumption, or flashy moves.
Aldrian was forced to retreat and couldn't find any opportunity to counterattack. By the the realized his dire situation and tried to use his ultimate move despite his injuries, it was already too late to turn the tide.
At that point, he lacked the momentum and fighting spirit. Although he managed to execute his ultimate move, it wasn't enough to turn the fight in his favor.
Titus didn't give Aldrian a chance to showcase his abilities. He powered through it and ended the fight decisively. Though he sustained sminor injuries, they were superficial and easily treated with Haemoplenish and a bandage.
His smart approach was commendable. Every contestant who made it into the top 32 was strong, and any mistake could lead to defeat.
Aldrian's outcwas a stark reminder to all the contestants that one should never underestimate their opponent, or they might end up in a humiliating defeat.
After the fourth match, the fifth, sixth, and seventh followed in quick succession. The following three matches were closely contested and thrilling, with both sides giving their all. 2 Ultimately, victory cdown to who had more tricks and battle experience. Disciples from the major guilds often had the upper hand in this regard.
Once the seventh match concluded, it was tfor the eighth.
After the battle ring was cleaned, Oron stepped back onto the ring and announced, "The eighth match is about to begin. Contestants number eight and 25, please cforward." A cloud of scarlet mist shot into the air and raced toward the ring. Just before it touched the ground, the mist quickly solidified into a strikingly handsmixed-race man dressed in a suit with a sinister smile.
He was Bill Wolfe.
"It's finally my turn." He spread his arms wide and took a deep breath. "My claws have been itching for a fight, and I need the blood of a Dragonmarsh martial artist to quench my thirst." His sinister laughter made everyone frown.
Vampires were powerful and mysterious dark creatures. Those with noble bloodlines, like Bill, were especially dangerous.
While a top expert from the Heavenly Immortals might manage to handle him, an ordinary grandmaster would be at serious risk.
"Hey, kid! What are you waiting for? Get up here and face your doom!" After reveling in his bravado, Bill suddenly pointed in Dustin's direction.
All eyes turned to Dustin.
"Dr. Rhys, it's your turn. Be careful," Alicia warned. "If you can't hold your ground, surrender quickly. Don't risk your life." Dustin was a young genius with exceptional medicinal and martial arts skills. He was also a consultant for the Celestial Alliance. She didn't want to see such a valuable talent die.
"Yes, Dr. Rhys. Safety comes first. Winning or losing is secondary," Aurora added.
Winning or losing was insignificant compared to the potential loss if he met the sfate as Jermaine. For the Celestial Alliance, that would be a huge setback.
"Thank you for your reminder, but I've got it covered," Dustin said with a faint smile. He then stood up and walked toward the battle ring.
If he were facing a Dragonmarsh martial artist, he might show sleniency. However, since his opponent was a lackey of the Hall of Gods, he had no intention of holding back.
"Who is this guy? I don't remember seeing him before." "Since he's sitting with the Marshall sisters, he must be a new master from the Celestial Alliance."
"Besides Fenley, who else from the Celestial Alliance is worth calling a master? I bet he's the son of sCelestial Alliance elder to gain fat the tournament. Unfortunately for him, he picked the wrong opponent. Whether he can even survive is up in the air." Dustin's entrance sparked a lot of discussion among the spectators.
Anyone who made it to the top 32 was far from ordinary. They were either renowned experts or talented disciples from major guilds, and most were easily recognizable.
But Dustin was different. He was unknown and seemed like a nobody. Yet, he sat with high-ranking Celestial Alliance members, which made his identity challenging to figure out. Under everyone's watchful gaze, he calmly stepped onto the battle ring and locked eyes with Bill from a distance.
"Kid, I didn't expect you to show up. I thought you'd be a coward." Bill sneered as he sized up Dustin like a prey.
"I can't stand rabid dogs that bite without reason. Today, I'm going to pull out your fangs and cut your claws, making you regret your foolishness," Dustin said calmly. "Okay, foolish Dragonmarsh martial artist. I'm going to show you what fear and despair feel like," Bill snarled.
His eyes were filled with menace.
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Chapter 2326 "Cut the crap. If you've got guts, cat me." Dustin raised one hand and made a challenging gesture.
"You've got a death wish, kid!" Bill's anger flared instantly.
Just as he was about to attack, he recalled something and stopped. He glanced at Oron warily and forcefully restrained his rage.
In a fit of impulsiveness earlier, Bill had been blasted nearly to death by Oron's Stormcraft. Although he was now in the battle ring, Oron hadn't signaled the start of the match.
If Bill acted rashly, it would only allow Oron a reason to intervene. He knew better than to mess with Oron again. "What's the matter? Afraid to make a move? Is that all you've got?" Dustin scoffed.
> "You" Bill bared his fangs, and his chest heaved with fury. He was visibly furious and resolved to torture Dustin once the match began.
"Are you ready?" Oron looked at them with a blank expression. I "I'm ready," Dustin replied with a nod.
"Ready," Bill snarled, glaring fiercely at Dustin.
"Good. The eighth match begins now!" Oron said before stepping down from the ring.
"You're finally in my hand." Bill sneered as his sharp claws extended like blades.
He added, "I'll give you one chance. Drop to your knees and beg for mercy, and I might spare your life and let you becmy blood source. Otherwise, don't blme for killing you." + "Is that so? I don't think you're up for it." Dustin looked indifferent as he stood with his hands behind his back. ¢ "Fine. I'll grant your wish today since you insist on seeking your demise." The moment Bill finished his threat, he vanished and reappeared behind Dustin with lightning speed.
By the tthe spectators realized what was happening, Bill had opened his ' bloody mouth and was ready to bite Dustin's neck.
"Watch out!" Alicia and Aurora's faces turned pale while Crystal and Ruby stood up nervously.
Though they had only recently met Dustin, they had cto value him as a friend over their ttogether. Now that he was in danger, they were understandably anxious.
, Just as Bill's fangs were about to sink into Dustin's skin, a loud slap echoed through I theair. Then, Bill was sent flying backward. He tumbled across the ring before coming to a stop ten yards away.
"What happened?" Everyone stared in confusion and couldn't make sense of it. From their perspective, Dustin had been facing away from Bill and hadn't moved at all. Yet, Bill had been inexplicably thrown back, which left them puzzled.
At that moment, Bill struggled to his feet in a daze. His cheek was red and swollen, and he was confused about what had happened. It felt like he had been ambushed, and his face throbbed with pain.
The area where he had been hit had a strange energy that suppressed his recovery ability. As a result, the swelling 1 on his face worsened. I + "Why you " Bill glared at Dustin. Just as he was about to say something, his teeth I began to fall out one by one. Even his { vampire fangs were gone. =r He stood frozen and stared at his fangs on the ground and then at Dustin. His face began to twitch uncontrollably.
Fangs were essential for feeding and symbolized the vampires' noble status.
Hence, getting them knocked out was the ultimate insult and a direct blow to their pride. Such an offense almost always led to a fight to the death.
"Bastard, I'm going to tear you to pieces!" After a moment of shock, Bill let out a beastly roax. His face m twisted into a menacing snarl. His body trembled as a large cloud of scarlet mist erupted from his body and enveloped him. Shrouded in swirling scarlet mist, Bill lunged at Dustin. The mist shifted midair, + and it finally transformed into the shape of a massive Crimson Skullhead.
The skull was over 30 feet wide. It- moved with incredible speed and continued to grow larger. As it approached Dustin, it loomed overhead like a dark cloud, which made escape impossible.
"If I'm not mistaken, this is a vampire's secret technique. If a om human martial artis comes into contact with this scarlet mist, they'll be reduced to nothing but blood, and no bones will be left behind.
It's extremely deadly!" "That's it.
Looks like Number Eight is done for today!" "Damn those going to lose another We're expert!" The spectators watched in frustration and dread as the massive Crimson Skullhead loomed over most of the battle ring. They could only watch as the skull swallowed Dustin. х
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Chapter 2327 "Kid, I'm going to turn you into a-puddie of blood." After the Crimson Skullhead devoured Dustin, Bill's triumphant laughter echoed through the venue. It filled the air with a chilling, lingering sound. { "Alicia, will Dr. Rhys be okay?" Aurora's face was tense with worry.
Vampires' abilities were mysterious and fearsome, especially their scarlet mist that could corrode human flesh. It was deadlier than any divine weapon. Without strong cultivation, it was nearly impossible to fend off.
"Calm down. Let's see how this plays out.
I don't think he'll go down that easily." Alicia frowned, and her expression turned grim. Despite her words, her tightly clenched fists betrayed her anxiety, Grace observed the anxious Marshall sisters with a smile and chose not to ' comment. Considering Dustin's strength, ¥ she believed that even someone like Bill or a vampire of earl status couldn't challenge him.
On the other side, Dalen looked at the anxious Wesley sisters beside him with a faint smile. He lightly fanned himself and seemed calm.
He said, "You two shouldn't worry so much. With Dustin's ability, dealing with those vampires shouldn't be an issue." "How can you be so sure?" Ruby frowned.
"These vampires aren't ordinary opponents, and their methods are strange and difficult to defend against.
One wrong move, and Dustin is doomed." She felt Dalen's optimism seemed misplaced. There were three foreign contestants, and two had already won.
She couldn't shake the feeling of unease.
I. "Just be patient and watch. I'm sure he won't let us down." Dalen smiled and chose not to elaborate further. His ps instincts were usually spot on, and he believed Dustin was far more dangerous than he appeared.
"Something's not right. Look at that Crimson Skullhead!" Suddenly, Crystal's face tightened as she pointed toward the battle ring.
~ Dalenand Ruby turned to see what she was talking about and quickly noticed something unusual.
The scarlet mist around the Crimson Skullhead swirled erratically. It expanded and contracted unpredictably as if a giant hand were stirring it. This caused the skull to twist and beca grotesque, warped shape. Within a few seconds, the Crimson Skullhead and the surrounding mist began to shrink like a deflating balloon. Bill's voice cracked with panic. "How is this possible? You're absorbing my blood I energy? What on earth are you?" 9 Then, the scarlet mist surged violently, and he was thrown backward as if hit by a shockwave. He stumbled back ten yards, and his eyes widened in shock as he watched the Crimson Skullhead shrink before him. Bill's face turned pale, and his eyes were filled with confusion and fear. He had planned to use his vampire's inherent ability to turn Dustin into blood and finish the match quickly. But he quickly realized something was wrong.
Dustin wasn't intimidated by his blood energy. Instead, his body began to generate a powerful suction that sucked all the surrounding blood energy.
If Bill hadn't reacted quickly, he might have been drained dry. At that moment, I he wondered who the real vampire was in this encounter.
The Crimson Skullhead shrank rapidly, and the surrounding mist vanished.
Within a few breaths, what had once 4 dominated the battle ring had reduced to the size of a fist.
Dustin stood while holding the Crimson Skullhead in his right hand. His expression remained calm and unfazed: "Is this the best your vampire race can do? I'm a bit disappointed," Dustin said, shaking his head. He then clenched his fist and crushed the skull.
Bill's eyes widened in shock as he staggered back, and his face grew even paler. The blood energy, which had cfrom his body, had been destroyed. The loss was a significant blow to him.
"Don't get too cocky! I don't know how you managed to escape, but if you underestimate our noble vampire race, you will pay dearly for your foolish arrogance!" Bill's face darkened with wrath.
. "is that so? We'll see if you can back up your words." Dustin extended his hand and beckoned with a challenging gesture.
He rarely encountered vampires and knew little about their abilities, so he took this opportunity to learn more En about them.
"If blood energy doesn't work, then I'll" tear you apart," Bill roared as his body began to transform. His hair grew rapidly and turned white.
His once-slim physique becmassive and muscular. His limbs thickened, and his handsm features twisted into a grotesque, wha fearsvisage. His eyes turned blood-red, and sharp fangs protruded from his mouth. Sharp bone spikes grew from his body, making him look even more terrifying.
Where Bill had once been a striking nobleman, he was now a monstrous, bloodthirsty beast.
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Chapter 2328 § "Whoa! What the heck is that? It's-so I hideous." "They say vampires are handsmen and beautiful women, but it's all just a facade. Once they show their true form, they bectotal beasts." "If I'm not mistaken, that must be the vampire's third form. It greatly enhances » their physical abilities, which makes them faster and stronger. Number Eight is in danger now." The spectators murmured among themselves as they watched Bill transform into a beast-like creature.
Most vampires had attractive appearances that could deceive anyone.
But when vampires sacrificed their looks and becgrotesque, their combat abilities greatly enhanced. At this stage, they were the most terrifying existence.
"It looks like Mr. Wolfe is genuinely enraged. He has tapped into his noble "bloodline and awakened the third form while disregarding his appearance. This I is the final form of a vampire." Jeremiah narrowed his eyes and smiled faintly.
He knew better than anyone the sheer power of the vampire's third form. It amplified their speed and strength while also boosting their defenses, recovery ability, and the sharpness of their claws.
i Even Jeremiah would have struggled to win against them without tapping into his hidden potential.
The vampire's third form was the strongest; a rare ability found only in a few nobles. The downside was that it made them grotesquely ugly. Vampires who valued their appearance usually avoided using this form unless necessary.
So, Bill's willingness to lose his charm showed just how furious he was.
"Hmph! That punk is just lucky to be born with a powerful bloodline, Unlike us, I who have to endure grueling training and. ¥ countless trials," George grumbled.
I Despite his disdain, he felt a bit envious of Bill.
I Vampires had naturally superior bodies and could becincredibly strong by growing up without extensive training.
These were not what ordinary humans could achieve.
"Vampires have their strengths, but humans have their advantages. Vampires are born powerful, but humans can bridge that gap and even surpass them through intense training," Jeremiah said.
George said nothing and silently watched the transformed Bill on the stage. It was his first tseeing a vampire's third form, and he was curious about how powerful Bill would become.
"Kid, dying at my hands today will be the greatest honor of your life." Bill slowly straightened up.
>> His body was surrounded by swirling blood, and he looked like a demoi-from hell. His appearance was both menacing and terrifying.
He continued, "Remember... I'm Bill Wolfe, the Shadow Prince of the Coven of I Blood Eclipse. From now on, I'll be the worst nightmare of every martial artist in I Dragonmarsh." "You transform? This is getting interesting." Dustin smirked as he took a genuine interest in the fight. With his transformation, Bill was now his worthy opponent. "The Shadow Prince of the Coven of Blood Eclipse? No wonder he's so powerful. Dr. Rhys is facing a real challenge now." Aurora frowned, and her expression turned serious.
It was evident to everyone that Bill's transformation had significantly boosted + his power. Dustin was now facing an even greater threat.
~"Ihope Dr. Rhys has shiddenmoves, or this battle might not end well," Alicia muttered as she silently prayed.
Vampires had a significant physical advantage over humans. What might be a fatal wound for a human was just a scratch for them.
With Bill's awakened abilities, his powers far exceeded what Alicia had anticipated.
Even with the silver dagger she had given Dustin, it might not have been enough to defeat Bill.
"Kid, tto die!" Bill roared as his body reached its peak transformation, and he launched himself at Dustin.
His foot slammed into the ground, which created a massive crater that sent debris flying. He shot forward like a missile. His speed was so fast that it left a blur of afterimages.
Bill closed the distance of ten yards in an instant with a single, fierce lunge. His I claws, sharp as blades, slashed at { "Dustin's chest. Tom Unlike the previous sneak attack, this strike was all about speed, precision, and brutal force. It was nearly impossible to evade or block. g! As the claws churtling toward him, Dustin remained perfectly still. He extended two fingers and tapped Bill's wrist. Aloud crack split the air. Bill's wrist burst, and his blood splattered everywhere. His sharp claws fell to the ground.
"Huh?" His eyes widened in shock.
Before he could process what happened, Dustin struck again, and his two fingers tapped Bill's chest.
Another explosive burst followed.
\ Bill was launched backward like he'd "been struck by a freight train, hurtling through the air for several yards. Ashe I flew, blood poured from him in torrents, like a storm of red rain. He slammed into the ground with a thunderous crash. As the dust settled, everyone could see the gaping hole in his chest. His bones and heart had I disappeared.
Chapter 2329
The spectators were stunned as they stared at Bill sprawling on the ground with blood pouring from his mouth. They were speechless, and their eyes widened I in shock.
Everything happened in a blink-from Bill's aggressive charge to the shattering blow to his heart that had left him mortally wounded. It was a whirlwind of chaos that left everyone dumbstruck.
The match had ended before anyone had a chance to process it. The outcwas so unexpected that it left the entire venue in stunned silence.
"Am I seeing this right? Dr. Rhys won?" Aurora's eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at the battle ring.
Just moments ago, she was worried that Bill would kill Dustin. To her surprise, the tables had turned, Ty TV BRVNWS Dustin was calm, while Bill was on the brink and coughing up blood. The sudden "reversal felt almost surreal. A "One move... and he destroyed him?" Alicia was equally astonished. She knew Dustin was strong, but she hadn't I anticipated this level of strength.
After his transformation, Bill reached a truly terrifying level of power. An ordinary grandmaster martial artist : would stand no chance against him.
Alicia had expected a fierce, bloody match, but it ended abruptly and shockingly. The outcwas completely unexpected.
"This is sextraordinary grandmaster internal energy. What kind of technique has he been cultivating?" Even the experienced Fenley was taken aback.
When he saw Bill transform, he was genuinely worried for Dustin. He knew how formidable vampires could be after Wr TO BONUS \ awakening their full potential. They were i capable of fighting far beyond normal limits, But to see a fully transformed vampire being defeated so decisively by Dustin was beyond belief. Even Fenley would I have struggled to achieve such a feat without using the Four Elements of God's Technique.
He figured Dustin's strength was likely comparable to his own. He was surprised to discover that Alicia had such a formidable master on her side. Still, he was glad that Dustin was the Celestial Alliance consultant because his talents were a significant asset to their guild.
"Are you finally showing your strength?" Grace smiled. She wasn't surprised by the outcome, As someone ranked first in the Legendary List, she would be concerned if Dustin couldn't handle a mere vampire.
"See? What did I say? Dustin is strong. A, vampire doesn't stand a chance against him," Dalen said. His initial shock quickly gave way to a knowing grin.
He had always believed that Dustin was a master in disguise. Even so, watching I him defeat Bill with a single move earlier was still quite a surprise to Dalen.
Meanwhile, Crystal and Ruby were speechless. Dustin's strength had once again surpassed their expectations. They thought he might have a shot at breaking into the top three of this tournament.
"Who is he? He's so powerful?" Alloy raised an eyebrow in surprise. He had done his homework on the top contestants but had no recollection of Dustin.
Yet, Dustin's earlier performance was nothing short of spectacular. To the untrained eye, it might seem like just 'another match. But to an experienced master, it revealed something much deeper.
a As a guildmaster, Alloy had a keen eye for talent that others might miss. He could see that Dustin wasn't just impressive- he was exceptional.
"Yes, he's impressive. A real gem." Cyrus narrowed his eyes in thought.
While most geniuses didn't register on his radar, Dustin's display of talent had piqued his interest. If Cyrus could take him under his wing and provide proper training, Dustin's future achievements might rival even Glenn's.
Even Penelope, who had been silent, couldn't help but let out a dry, raspy chuckle. Her laughter was unsettling. "Madam Penelope, are you considering recruiting a disciple before the other A matches start? Isn't that a bit premature?" Cyrus remarked casually, I a a * his gaze flicking over her, "I find this young man quite intriguing.
Are you planning to compete withfor him, Mr. Hadley?" She turned to him and smiled. "Everyone values talent. If the Mystic Arts Order wants him, so do we," Glenn I said bluntly.
"If both of you are interested, I'll also join in the hunt," Alloy said. "Since this "young man has a connection with my guild it's only right that he joins us." "Words alone won't settle this. The outcwill be decided by who can prove their worth." Glenn smiled coldly. "Fine by me." Alloy shrugged.
"It's been a while since I've had a real challenge. I'll join the fun this time!" Wil join e Penelope laughed dryly. The three exchanged knowing glances as a silent understanding passed between
them. Later, they signaled their subordinates to start digging into Dustin's background. The three major guilds were soon buzzing with activity.
Chapter 2330
The scene was lively below the stage but different on the battle ring.
The arrogant and domineering Bill was I sprawled on the ground, spewing blood.
I His face was deathly pale, and his eyes I widened in sheer terror as if he had seen a ghost.
He couldn't believe he would be defeated » even after awakening his bloodline and transforming into the third form. He wondered what Dustin had done.
It seemed like a simple touch had drained his strength and torn through his chest.
Throughout the entire fight, he hadn't sensed any energy fluctuations from Dustin.
"No! This can't be happening. I'm from the noble bloodline. So, how can I lose to a mere human martial artist? It's impossible!" Bill's mind screamed in disbelief. He couldn't accept the crushing reality.
He gritted his teeth and summoned-his bloodline power again. Scarlet mist oozed from his wounds as it gradually flowed into the gaping hole.
i' As the blood energy revitalized him, the shape of a heart began to reform, with the surrounding flesh knitting itself together.
The spectators watched in awe and horror.
Was this the terrifying regeneration ability of vampires? Even with his heart shattered, Bill could regenerate it. He was an indestructible beast. Only someone with overwhelming strength could kill him.
"You're pretty tough," Dustin said with a smirk, though he wasn't surprised. He had heard about the vampires' resilience, which only confirmed the stories.
Any human martial artist would've been dead multiple times over with injuries "like those, yet Bill was still clinging to life as he slowly regenerated his heart with his inherent ability.
I If Bill had been a bit stronger, he might have been a real challenge. But for now, he was falling short. With that thought,' Dustin strode forward and was ready to end the match.
"Wait!" Bill's face paled, and he said weakly, "If you have the guts, givestso we can fight again." "Why? Do you have another trick up your sleeve?" Dustin asked tentatively.
"Hmph! I underestimated you earlier. If we really went at it, I might not lose this time." Bill gritted his teeth.
His pride refused to acknowledge defeat, especially at the hands of an unknown martial artist. For a noble bloodline, this was a disgrace.
"If you have no more tricks, there's no point continuing this fight," Dustin said "calmly. He slowly lifted his index finger, - 4 and a focused beam of white light began to coalesce.
I "I'll fight you with everything I've got!" Seeing that Dustin wasn't giving him a chance, Bill's face contorted with rage. - His body exploded into a swirling mass of scarlet mist that surged forward. The mist twisted and shifted unpredictably.
"you've used this move before," Dustin said impassively. He pointed his index finger at the center of the scarlet mist. A beam of white light shot out and violently struck it.
The explosion scattered the scarlet mist as it dissolved into nothingness without a trace. Then, a bloody figure silently appeared behind Dustin.
Go to hell!" Bill snarled as his deadly fangs lunged for Dustin's neck.
Though he was seriously injured, he could recover quickly with a fresh supply' of blood. A martial artist like Dustin, with vigorous life force, was the perfect source of nourishment for vampires.
I If Bill drained Dustin's blood, he would recover and significantly enhance his strength. When he thought victory was in his grasp, his breath caught. His body went rigid and suspended in midair.
He looked down in shock to find Dustin had somehow turned around. Dustin gripped his neck with a single hand and lifted him effortlessly.
"Letrepeat. You've used this move before." Dustin's face was expressionless as he tightened his grip.
Bill's pale face quickly turned red as he struggled frantically. He could feel a terrifying energy brewing within Dustin. Once unleashed, Dustin could obliterate him instantly, regardless of his regeneration ability.
Bill didn't understand where this power cfrom, but his instinct screamed danger. It was a force he had only felt \ when facing his father. No. Don't!" Bill's voice cracked with ¡ I fear. The instinct to survive overwhelmed I his arrogance and pride. He lowered his head and began to beg for his life. ' "Don't... don't kill me... I surrender... I surrender!" His screams echoed in desperation. It's too late to surrender now." Dustin tightened his grip.
With a loud explosion, Bill's head and body burst apart like a balloon Blood rained down in a gruesshower that left scattered remnants behind. No matter how resilient, life couldn't withstand such annihilation.
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