An Understated Dominance Chapter 1301 to Chapter 2422 - English Version Translated by NAZMUL

English Version Translated by NAZMUL

An Understated Dominance is a Urban novel for men, telling a story of Dahlia Nicholson and Dustin Rhys had been married for three years. "An Understated Dominance" delves into themes of ambition, power and the price of success. The novel explores the complexities of relationships and so on.

 

[Ast]

As an IGM, I don't expect Nazmul to get stock in Bangladeshi crises. Anyways, our prayers I hope, meets and protect you, In sha Allah

 

[lawline]

Let's keep praying for him as we patiently wait in cultivation to elivate our reams and bases so that we don't disappoint him once he is back from seclusion

 

[Gily]

Anyone call the grandmaster and tell us if he is okay?

Its unlikely of him to disappear, people are dying everywhere

Just today Hamas leader was killed in Iran

 

[Raz]

Anyone call the grandmaster and tell us if he is okay?

Its unlikely of him to disappear, people are dying everywhere

Just today Hamas leader was killed in Iran

Does anyone have his cell phone number or any other option thn plz gv me. I'm also from Bangladesh. I may contact him

 

[Ruthless]

Does anyone have his cell phone number or any other option thn plz gv me. I'm also from Bangladesh. I may contact him

I'm also from Bangladesh, but sadly seems like no one has his contact number.

 

[Gily]

You guys from Bangladesh, bot having each other no show no love.

 

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Chapter 2425: If soldiers come, we fight them off; if water comes, we block it

"Really? That priest looks so ordinary, he doesn't seem threatening at all." Lily was somewhat puzzled.

With Aaron's strength, he was one of the top fighters in the entire Dragon Kingdom.

A few Western dark species shouldn't be enough to make him worry.

"Lily, you can't judge a book by its cover. Among those three, the priest is the strongest. If you ever run into him, try to avoid him and don't confront him directly," Aaron warned solemnly.

If he were alone, he wouldn't be afraid of anything.

But with Lily and Violet by his side, he'd be worried and unable to fully exert himself.

If they were to fight, the priest could just stall him for a moment, allowing the other two to easily capture the sisters.

At that point, the enemy could threaten him with the sisters' lives, completely reversing the situation.

For the sisters' safety, he chose to let it go and didn't pursue the matter.

"Okay, I understand."

Seeing Aaron so serious, Lily could only nod in agreement.

"Brother Aaron, from what they said, it seems like they will participate in the martial arts tournament tomorrow. We might run into them again, so be careful," Violet timely reminded.

The strength of that vampire was already extraordinary, and as for the priest, he was even more unfathomable.

Before figuring out the opponent's details, it was best to be cautious.

"These people came with ill intentions, so we definitely need to be on guard."

Aaron nodded and said, "Of course, there's no need to worry too much. Our Dragon Kingdom is full of hidden talents. In a fair and open match, we naturally wouldn't fear Western forces. The only concern is that they might resort to underhanded tactics."

"If soldiers come, we fight them off; if water comes, we block it. Once on the ring, those guys from the Western dark world wouldn't stand a chance!" Lily said.

Throughout history, Western forces led by the Temple of the Priests have always used underhanded means, sowing discord, bribing people, or assassinations, never daring to confront openly.

This time, participating openly in the competition is undoubtedly seeking their own doom.

"Alright, let's not worry about those guys and continue eating."

Violet changed the topic, and they began to enjoy the food.

Matters of the Temple of the Priests were naturally for the elders to handle; the younger ones didn't need to worry too much.

At this moment, outside the restaurant, on the bustling street.

Father Adam strolled leisurely, admiring the beautiful night scenery as if he were a tourist on vacation.

Black King Kong George Bross followed behind him like a bodyguard, always silent.

As for BillWolf, he looked resentful.

Not only did he fail to get the girl, but he was also beaten up, a great humiliation.

If Father Adam hadn't stopped him just now, he would have revealed his true form and fought Aaron desperately.

 

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Chapter 2426: Simple-minded and strong-limbed

"Father Adam, I just don't get it. It's just a Dragon Kingdom martial artist. Do we really need to be so afraid?" BillWolf, filled with frustration, finally couldn't help but speak up.

"The Young Master of the Martial Arts World Sect, ranked fifth on the Dragon Kingdom's Prodigy List, is not someone to be trifled with. Our mission isn't complete yet, and it's not wise to cause additional trouble now," Father Adam said calmly.

"What does being ranked fifth on the Prodigy List even matter? If I had transformed, I definitely could have taken him!" BillWolf said angrily.

Powerful vampires usually have three forms. Just now, he had only used his second form, which is why he suffered a setback.

If he had unleashed his third form, with his strength multiplied, he was confident he could have slaughtered Aaron and avenged his humiliation.

"If you transformed, you'd be weakened for several days and wouldn't be able to compete."

Father Adam continued with an unchanging expression, "Besides, even if you did transform, it's not certain you'd have the upper hand. You weren't using your full power, and Aaron might have been holding back a killer move as well. If it came down to a life-and-death struggle, you might not be the victor."

"Even if I couldn't take him down alone, isn't Mr. Bross here?"

BillWolf retorted indignantly, "If Mr. Bross stepped in, the two of us could definitely tear him apart!"

"I don't need you. I can handle it alone," Black King Kong George Bross interjected coldly.

"..." BillWolf's eye twitched, and he resisted the urge to curse at the big guy beside him, knowing he couldn't win in a fight against him.

"Did you two really think that Aaron was the only one there just now?" Father Adam suddenly stopped walking.

BillWolf, not paying attention, bumped into Father Adam's back and stumbled back a couple of steps.

"What? Was there another expert there just now?" BillWolf was taken aback.

"The young man sitting with Aaron, didn't you notice him?" Father Adam asked in return.

"The man sitting with him?"

BillWolf thought for a moment and then said, "That guy looked pretty ordinary, nothing special about him. We provoked them so much, and he didn't even dare to make a sound. Clearly, he's a wimp."

"Heh..."

Father Adam turned around and gave a cold smile, "Mr. Wolf, you seem more like a werewolf than a vampire."

"Huh? What do you mean?" BillWolf was puzzled.

"Simple-minded and strong-limbed," Father Adam said mercilessly.

"..." BillWolf's eye twitched again, rendered speechless by the insult.

In the Western world, the strong are respected, so he had to endure it since he couldn't win in a fight.

"To be honest, that person's strength is absolutely no less than Aaron's. In fact, he gave me an extremely threatening feeling."

Father Adam's smile faded, and he said meaningfully, "If you had faced that person just now, you might already be a dead body."

 

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Chapter 2427: Don't be too arrogant

"Dead Body?"

BillWolf snorted, dismissively saying, "Father, aren't you exaggerating a bit? We vampires possess immortality. No matter how powerful a Dragon Kingdom martial artist is, they can't kill me!"

He left out the part where, even though the Holy Law of the Church greatly restrains vampires, if he wanted to escape, even the so-called Angel of Dust, Father Adam, couldn't do anything to him.

"Mr. Wolf, your vampire genes are indeed strong, but they don't grant true immortality. Otherwise, your Demon Banquet Alliance wouldn't have become a vassal of the Temple of the Priests."

Father Adam said calmly, "Moreover, never underestimate Dragon Kingdom martial artists. Over the years, we've clashed with them many times without gaining any advantage. If you remain arrogant and underestimate them, you'll pay the price sooner or later."

These untested noble sons simply didn't understand how dangerous the Dragon Kingdom was.

Their current opponents were just a group of young elites from the Dragon Kingdom, relatively easier to deal with.

If they provoked the old monsters, their survival would be in question.

"Father Adam, are you scared of those Dragon Kingdom martial artists? It seems your reputation as the Angel of Dust isn't as formidable as the legends say," BillWolf said disdainfully.

As a noble vampire, he naturally looked down on human martial artists.

He had thought Father Adam would agree with him, but he didn't expect the priest to be a coward, fleeing in fear from a few young martial artists. It was embarrassing.

"Wolf, you better watch your mouth. If you dare disrespect the Father Adam again, I'll tear your mouth apart!" George Bross said in a rumbling voice.

BillWolf might not know, but he had personally witnessed Father Adam's terrifying power.

Years ago, he had been just as arrogant as BillWolf, until Father Adam beat him down and made him submit.

"Gorilla! Don't be too arrogant! Do you really think I'm afraid of you?!"

BillWolf, infuriated by the threat, adopted a combat stance, baring his fangs.

As a noble dark prince, he was used to having his way in the British Empire. When had he ever been treated like this?

He had already been humiliated earlier, and now his companion was threatening him. It was intolerable.

"Hmph! If you don't submit, let's fight!"

George Bross didn't waste words, clenching his fists as his muscles bulged, making him appear even more imposing and massive.

A terrifying aura erupted from him like a mountain crashing into the sea.

In an instant, the surrounding wind howled, and the cold air was biting.

BillWolf's expression changed slightly. He hadn't expected the big guy to actually dare to fight. Wasn't he afraid of the Demon Banquet Alliance's retaliation?

 

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Chapter 2428: Just a dream

"Enough!"

Suddenly, Father Adam's voice rang out sharply.

An invisible sound wave dissipated George Bross's terrifying aura.

"Don't forget, we are allies now."

Father Adam said coldly, "Our task is to join forces against the Dragon Kingdom martial artists, not to fight among ourselves. If you have the energy, you should prepare for tomorrow's competition."

"Yes, Father." George Bross bowed his head and silently stepped aside.

BillWolf, on the other hand, snorted and turned away, parting ways with the two.

He had figured it out: the gorilla and Father Adam were in cahoots. Staying with them was just inviting trouble.

"I really don't understand why the Demon Banquet Alliance sent this rich brat to the front lines. He's nothing but trouble."

Watching BillWolf's departing figure, George Bross couldn't help but complain.

What dark prince? He was just a spoiled child living off his father's reputation in the British Empire.

Not much skill, but a big temper.

"Bill Wolf is set to inherit the Demon Banquet Alliance. This time, he was sent to the Dragon Kingdom under the guise of serving the Temple of the Priests but really to gain experience."

Father Adam said calmly, "If BillWolf can make a name for himself in this battle, his status within the Demon Banquet Alliance will greatly improve, and his future succession to the throne will be much smoother."

"Hmph! With BillWolf's character, becoming the Dark Monarch is just a dream!"

George Bross sneered, "The werewolves have been growing stronger, no less formidable than the vampires. Especially the new generation of werewolf elites, who are even more outstanding than the vampires. The werewolves, who revere the strong, will never allow a weakling to rule over them."

The Demon Banquet Alliance had never been harmonious. The werewolves and vampires had been fighting for centuries.

It was only because of a particularly powerful Dark Monarch from the vampires that the werewolves were suppressed.

But now, that Dark Monarch's life was nearing its end, and he wouldn't live much longer.

Once he died, a war between the vampires and the werewolves was inevitable.

A mere BillWolf couldn't bear such a heavy burden.

"The Demon Banquet Alliance is bound to have internal strife eventually. This is centuries-old hatred that can't be avoided. I just hope these filthy dark creatures fight as fiercely as possible and wipe each other out!" Father Adam smiled evilly.

But soon, he realized something and quickly restrained his smile, putting on a harmless and kind expression.

As a clergyman, how could he harbor murderous thoughts?

Wiping them all out was too cruel. Half would do.

 

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Chapter 2429: Group A Match Day

The next day, early morning, at the top of Infernal Mountain.

As the first light of dawn appeared, the audience had already gathered early.

Various sects and factions, elite talents, and masters were all present.

Today, Infernal Mountain was more lively than ever.

For the big figures, the matches between Group C and Group B in the past few days were just minor skirmishes.

The truly attention-grabbing and decisive matches were those among the geniuses of Group A.

Those who made it into Group A were either young masters selected by various sects or powerful warriors who fought their way through thousands of elite fighters.

It is no exaggeration to say that any of the top thirty-two contestants could dominate the martial world in the future.

And today, the matches to select the top eight from the top thirty-two were undoubtedly a selection of geniuses among geniuses.

Naturally, this attracted everyone's attention.

Even the reclusive big shots from various factions had shown up.

Because the outcomes of these matches would determine the future direction of the martial world, no one dared to be careless.

Dustin and Margaret, along with a few others, also arrived at the competition venue early.

As one of the top thirty-two, Dustin was bound to fight today.

However, before the matches, there was another round of drawing lots according to the rules.

There were a total of thirty-two number plates, each corresponding to a contestant, and the matches were set in order of the numbers.

Simply put, the contestant with number 1 would fight the contestant with number 32; number 2 would fight number 31; number 3 would fight number 30, and so on.

After one round of matches, another drawing would be held to select the top sixteen, and then another drawing to select the top eight.

The drawing was random, so the outcome depended not only on strength but also partly on luck.

If someone had bad luck and encountered a seeded contestant from the Prodigy List early, they might be eliminated in the top thirty-two.

Conversely, if someone had exceptionally good luck, they might advance to the top eight.

Arena matches often have many variables, which is part of their charm.

After taking their designated seats, Dustin began to observe his surroundings.

Compared to previous days, there were significantly more masters here to watch today, including both righteous and evil factions.

This martial arts competition had almost no restrictions; as long as one was strong and capable, they could participate regardless of their background or faction.

Of course, the premise was not to cause trouble on Infernal Mountain.

Therefore, even some who were considered evil in the secular world had painstakingly selected a few talented disciples to compete with the renowned sects.

As for who would win or lose, the results would be seen in the matches.

"Look! The big shots of Infernal Mountain are coming out!"

At this moment, a sudden exclamation rang out.

More than half of the audience stood up.

 

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Chapter 2430: The newly appointed Celestial Master

Dustin looked in the direction of the commotion and saw a middle-aged man in a purple robe, holding a horsetail whisk, walking towards them.

The middle-aged man had a jade-like face, a gentle demeanor, and a constant smile that made him seem approachable.

Many people felt as if they were bathed in a spring breeze with just one look at him.

Although the middle-aged man didn't emit any strong aura, no one dared to underestimate him, as he wore the purple robe symbolizing a high-ranking Daoist.

This person was none other than the new Celestial Master of Infernal Mountain, Marlon!

He was also a top-ranking powerhouse on the Elite List!

Previously, the various sects thought that Marlon was just the heir to the Celestial Master and had not officially taken over the leadership of Infernal Mountain.

But today, seeing him in the purple Celestial Robe, everyone understood.

The old Celestial Master, Devin, had officially passed the position to Marlon.

From now on, Marlon was the true Celestial Master of Infernal Mountain!

"I didn't expect Marlon to have silently taken over the position of Celestial Master. Before this, our World Martial Arts Sect didn't get any wind of it." Lily narrowed her eyes, thoughtful.

The World Martial Arts Sect had many disciples and powerful intelligence capabilities, second only to the Heaven's Secret Pavilion established by the authorities.

Any major event in the martial world would quickly reach the World Martial Arts Sect.

However, it was evident that Marlon's succession as Celestial Master had escaped the World Martial Arts Sect's intelligence network.

"Infernal Mountain is a place our World Martial Arts Sect has never interfered with, so it's normal not to receive any news," Violet said indifferently.

Although the World Martial Arts Sect was large, there were three major forces they dared not provoke.

First, the Forbidden City; second, West Lucozia; third, Infernal Mountain.

The World Martial Arts Sect wouldn't dare interfere in matters involving these three forces.

"It looks like Infernal Mountain is using this martial arts tournament to boost Marlon's reputation," Aaron mused, stroking his chin.

Marlon's reputation in the martial world wasn't particularly prominent; on the contrary, he was known for being very low-key.

If it weren't for his ranking on the World Shocking List, many people wouldn't even know his name.

However, in this martial arts tournament, Marlon uncharacteristically appeared in high-profile Celestial Master robes.

The intention behind this was intriguing.

Amid everyone's attention, Marlon walked forward, followed by his junior brother Drake and his disciple Karson.

Of course, Marlon and Karson were master and disciple in name, but father and son in reality.

"Master of the Black Tortoise Sect—greetings to Celestial Master Marlon!"

At this moment, someone suddenly stepped forward and respectfully saluted Marlon.

Another person stepped forward, cupping his hands in greeting.

"......"

At this moment, various leaders in the audience stood up with their disciples, saluting in respect.

The newly appointed Celestial Master Marlon was enjoying a moment of great prestige.

 

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Chapter 2431: A malevolent star

With the identity of the Heavenly Master of Infernal Mountain, Marlon caused quite a stir on the scene.

Everyone, regardless of age or gender, stood up to congratulate him, cupping their fists in salute.

Although Infernal Mountain rarely gets involved in the affairs of the martial world, it holds a revered position in the hearts of martial artists.

No matter what Marlon was before, donning the robe that symbolizes the Heavenly Master destined him for greatness.

"It is my great honor to have you all as guests at Infernal Mountain. If there is any lack in our hospitality, please forgive us," Marlon said, facing the crowd with a smile and cupping his hands in return.

His demeanor was neither arrogant nor humble, gentle as jade, without a trace of pretense.

"Not at all, Infernal Mountain is a paradise on earth. It is our great honor to be able to visit."

"We have long heard of Heavenly Master Marlon's great name, and meeting you today proves that your reputation is well deserved!"

"This martial arts competition hosted by Infernal Mountain gives us a great opportunity to showcase our skills. Heavenly Master Marlon is truly wise!"

"..."

The crowd lavishly praised him without reservation.

Building a good relationship with Infernal Mountain is always beneficial.

"Your compliments are too generous. Please, take your seats."

After exchanging pleasantries, Marlon signaled everyone to sit down. Then he, along with Drake and Karson, returned to the main seat in front of the arena.

As Marlon appeared, the leaders of various sects also made their entrance.

"Look! The Sword Sect is here!"

With exclamations of surprise, a middle-aged man in white, exuding an imposing aura, walked out with a few disciples.

The middle-aged man in white had long, flowing hair, a handsome face, and a cold gaze.

He exuded a chilling presence.

Wherever he went, the crowd parted, giving way, not daring to approach.

This was none other than the second-ranked master on the World Shocking List, the Sword Sect Leader, Hank!

Behind Hank were two men and one woman, all young disciples.

The most eye-catching among them was a cold young man with an extraordinary demeanor, carrying five long swords on his back.

This young man was none other than Finn Sanchez, universally recognized as a top genius and ranked first on the Heavenly Prodigy List!

The master and disciple stood together like a towering giant sword, intimidating all who saw them.

"What an imposing aura! What terrifying sword intent! Is this the pressure of the Sword Sect?"

"I can't stay close; otherwise, I feel my life is at risk!"

"..."

The appearance of the Sword Sect instantly drew the attention of all the spectators.

However, compared to the warm reception for Marlon, the crowd showed more caution and fear when looking at Hank and Finn Sanchez.

Before they even got close, people had already retreated, avoiding them like they were encountering a malevolent star.

 

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Chapter 2432: An unparalleled swordsmanship

The Sword Sect's actions can't be considered tyrannical; as long as they're not provoked, they usually coexist peacefully. But for some reason, their appearance gives off the illusion of impending massacre, causing other sects to keep their distance out of respect.

"Master Hank."

Seeing Hank and his group approaching, Marlon smiled, stood up, and cupped his hands in salute to show respect.

"Heavenly Master Marlon."

Hank returned the salute with cupped fists.

"Please."

Marlon gestured with one hand, inviting Hank and his group to sit nearby.

"Please."

Hank nodded and, with his three disciples, took their seats gracefully.

Their exchange was brief and courteous.

Marlon had just assumed his position, and Hank was reclusive. This was their first meeting, so naturally, they weren't familiar with each other.

"So, this is the Sword Sect Leader? He is indeed extraordinary!"

Lily looked at Hank from a distance, a hint of admiration in her eyes.

She had heard her father mention Hank's name more than once.

Her father described him as arrogant, cold, but with unparalleled swordsmanship.

He was considered the most likely candidate to achieve the legendary Land Immortal stage.

"The Sword Sect has few members, but they can rival our World Martial Arts Sect. It's not without reason," Violet sighed softly.

The Sword Sect had Hank, a dominant leader, and now they had the prodigy Finn Sanchez.

In the next century, they would only become more prosperous.

In contrast, while the World Martial Arts Sect seemed flourishing, they had few true masters.

The crucial point was that the Sword Sect was united, while the World Martial Arts Sect was plagued by internal strife.

The major factions constantly vied for interests, suppressing each other.

Even though her father was the leader, he couldn't change the situation.

If this continued, the situation would only worsen, potentially leading to a complete collapse.

"Finn Sanchez!"

Looking at the young man carrying five treasured swords, Aaron squinted slightly, his eyes burning with fighting spirit.

The Sword Sect and the World Martial Arts Sect had always had a poor relationship, often competing against each other.

He was frequently compared to Finn Sanchez.

The problem was, ever since he gained fame, he was always overshadowed by Finn Sanchez, which made him very unwilling.

This time, with the chance to compete on the same stage, he was determined to defeat Finn Sanchez openly and earn his reputation in front of everyone!

"Hmm?"

Seemingly sensing something, Finn Sanchez, sitting in the stands, suddenly turned his head, his sharp gaze stabbing at Aaron like a sword.

Aaron, unafraid, met his gaze, their eyes clashing in mid-air, sparking intense heat.

 

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Chapter 2433: I really shouldn't have entered this competition

Whether it was Finn Sanchez or Aaron, both were among the top geniuses of their time.

Given the competitive relationship between the Sword Sect and the World Martial Arts Sect, it was only natural for the two to feel the urge to compete against each other.

This time, Aaron had made a breakthrough in his cultivation before the competition, so his fighting spirit was particularly intense, eager to engage in a battle with Finn Sanchez right away.

In contrast, Finn Sanchez, faced with the provocative gaze, naturally did not back down.

However, unlike Aaron's intense fighting spirit, Finn Sanchez's response was more of cold indifference.

In fact, as the top-ranked genius on the Prodigy List, he no longer considered his peers worthy of attention.

Apart from Dustin Rhys, who was his equal and often elusive, his current targets were all the top figures on the World Shocking List.

Because the World Shocking List represented the strongest combat power in the martial world.

And he needed to defeat one top master after another, climb over one towering mountain after another, ultimately stepping onto the path of ascension!

As for the scenery behind him, he never cared to look back.

"Ah~!"

Suddenly, Karson, dressed in tattered Taoist robes, stood up and stretched lazily, momentarily blocking the line of sight between Finn Sanchez and Aaron.

Finn Sanchez was the first to withdraw his gaze, sitting beside Hank and closing his eyes to rest, ignoring everyone else.

Aaron also quickly returned to normal.

Since Finn Sanchez was participating, they would eventually face each other, so there was no rush.

His goal was to defeat Finn Sanchez openly in the finals and win the championship!

At that time, not only would he reach the pinnacle of personal honor, but the World Martial Arts Sect would also gain prestige and no longer be doubted.

"Sigh... none of them are easy to deal with. I really shouldn't have entered this competition," Karson looked at Finn Sanchez and then at Aaron, shaking his head and sighing.

He had no competitive spirit, only wanting to live a comfortable life, eating and waiting to die.

Unfortunately, his sect forced him to participate, leaving him with no way to refuse.

Moreover, being highly expected, he couldn't just muddle through; he had to at least make it to the top eight to satisfy his elders.

Otherwise, he would face punishment upon returning.

Now, he just hoped not to draw Finn Sanchez or Aaron as opponents right from the start, or it would be too unlucky.

"Look! It's Sect Leader Jeffrey from the World Martial Arts Sect!"

At this moment, the crowd became agitated again.

From the southeast, a middle-aged man in flowing white robes, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, walked over leisurely with a few elders.

The man in white had a smile on his face, an air of nobility, and as he walked, he nodded and greeted familiar people, showing no pretense.

The newcomer was none other than Jeffrey, the Sect Leader of the World Martial Arts Sect.

Following him were several elders from the World Martial Arts Sect.

 

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Chapter 2434: A wise bird chooses its tree

In contrast to Hank's cold demeanor and stern silence, Jeffrey was quite the opposite, appearing very approachable.

No matter who he faced, he greeted them with a smile, showing not a hint of arrogance.

"Greetings, Sect Leader Jeffrey!"

"Greetings, Sect Leader Jeffrey!"

At this moment, many sect leaders and their disciples stood up to salute him in respect.

The World Martial Arts Sect had disciples spread across the country, its influence far surpassing that of any other sect.

In the eyes of many, the World Martial Arts Sect was undoubtedly the largest sect in Dragonmarsh. Even though the Sword Sect was rising, it still couldn't match the World Martial Arts Sect in terms of reputation and influence.

Moreover, unlike the Sword Sect's lofty and unapproachable nature, the World Martial Arts Sect maintained relationships with many sects and often upheld justice for weaker forces.

It's no exaggeration to say that nearly half of the martial world had connections with the World Martial Arts Sect.

So when Jeffrey appeared, many sects expressed their respect.

The reaction was entirely different from when they faced Hank.

"Sect Leader Jeffrey, it's been a long time. How have you been?" Marlon immediately stood up to welcome Jeffrey, smiling brightly as if meeting an old friend.

"Thanks to your concern, Heavenly Master Marlon, I've been quite leisurely, just feeding fish and playing with birds," Jeffrey replied with a smile. "If you have time, Master Marlon, you should visit my humble abode. I've recently collected some famous paintings and calligraphy. Given my shallow understanding, I haven't grasped their true essence. I would appreciate it if you could join me in appreciating them."

"It would be my honor," Marlon replied, nodding with a smile.

The two chatted amiably, and after exchanging pleasantries, they finally took their seats.

"Oh? Isn't this Sect Leader Hank? I heard you were in seclusion. I didn't expect to see you here today," Jeffrey greeted with a smile, as if just noticing Hank on the other side.

"For such an event, the Sword Sect wouldn't miss it," Hank replied indifferently. "But you, always looking for an opportunity, are you planning to use this chance to recruit more disciples for the World Martial Arts Sect?"

"A wise bird chooses its tree. If those young talents want to join the World Martial Arts Sect, they are certainly welcome," Jeffrey said with a smile.

"You haven't changed at all, still so undiscriminating," Hank said with disdain.

"I'm nothing compared to you, Sect Leader Hank. You carefully select each disciple. Unfortunately, the Sword Sect lacks resources and can't support these geniuses. I remember several Sword Sect disciples joined the World Martial Arts Sect this year due to unfair treatment. What are your thoughts on that, Sect Leader Hank?" Jeffrey replied calmly.

"Hmph! They were just useless ones. Letting you have them is no loss. The Sword Sect doesn't need trash," Hank retorted coldly.

Unconsciously, the tension between the two escalated, and their followers began to eye each other with hostility, as if a single word could spark a confrontation.

 

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Chapter 2435: Sharp words are hardly a skill

"That’s true; with Sect Leader Hank's high standards, how could he care about losing a few incompetent disciples?" Jeffrey said with a hint of sarcasm. "But it’s precisely these disciples who, since joining the World Martial Arts Sect, have shown great promise and rapid progress. Perhaps... they just didn’t fit in well at the Sword Sect."

"Sect Leader Jeffrey, sharp words are hardly a skill," Hank replied coldly. "Since this is a martial arts competition, let’s settle it with our skills. Do you dare to face me on stage and show these juniors what true martial prowess looks like?"

"Sect Leader Hank, if you’re so inclined, I’m happy to oblige. I’ve been eager to see if your swordsmanship is as formidable as they say," Jeffrey said with a faint smile, showing no fear.

One was second on the World Shaking List, and the other was third. There wasn't much difference between them, and it was uncertain who would prevail in a fight.

"Please, both of you, calm down," Marlon interjected, sensing the rising tension. "Today is for the juniors' competition. As sect leaders, it wouldn't be appropriate to steal their thunder. I suggest we consider this matter more carefully."

"Heavenly Master Marlon has a point," Jeffrey nodded. "Let’s not stir up trouble today. If Sect Leader Hank is keen on a contest, why not let our disciples compete instead?"

"Agreed," Hank said with a stern face. "But since it’s a competition, we should raise the stakes a bit."

"Oh? And what does Sect Leader Hong propose?" Jeffrey raised an eyebrow.

"It’s simple. If the Sword Sect wins, all the swords in your Hidden Weapon Pavilion will belong to us," Hank declared.

"No problem," Jeffrey smirked. "But if our World Martial Arts Sect disciples win, then Sect Leader Hank must hand over your Heartless Sword Manual!"

The Heartless Sword Manual was a closely guarded secret of the Sword Sect, known only to a select few core disciples. It was the foundation of the Sword Sect's legacy. If the World Martial Arts Sect could obtain it, they could cultivate a new generation of sword masters with their abundant resources.

"Hmph! Your appetite is quite large, coveting our Heartless Sword Manual?" Hank's eyes narrowed.

"What's the matter? Is Sect Leader Hank afraid of losing?" Jeffrey taunted. "If you don’t have the courage to wager, then let’s drop it. We wouldn’t want people saying the World Martial Arts Sect bullies others."

"Don’t try to provoke me. I’ll accept your wager, but I won't be taken advantage of. If you want my Heartless Sword Manual, then you must wager your Celestial Four Symbols Technique in return!" Hank demanded coldly.

 

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Chapter 2436: A deal

He naturally knew that Jeffrey was using reverse psychology, but he didn't care at all because he never considered the possibility of losing.

His disciple, Finn Sanchez, was even more outstanding than he had been in his youth. At a young age, he had already reached the Grandmaster level, and dealing with someone like Aaron was as easy as lifting a finger.

"No problem!" Jeffrey agreed decisively.

Trading some swords and the Celestial Four Symbols Technique for the Heartless Sword Manual, the most deadly technique of the Sword Sect, was a worthwhile deal.

"Good! It’s a deal!"

After speaking, Hank glanced back at Finn Sanchez, who simply nodded without saying a word.

Although Finn Sanchez had little interest in such a dull wager, if it could bring glory to the Sword Sect and suppress the World martial Arts Sect, he was happy to do it. In essence, it was just a matter of convenience.

As the two major sects secretly competed, another commotion erupted in the southwest.

Following the noise, the crowd saw several mysterious individuals in white robes and masks, carrying a black sedan chair, walking slowly towards them.

These white-robed, masked figures exuded a powerful aura, each one a martial arts grandmaster. As they walked, their feet didn’t touch the ground, appearing to float.

"It's the Witchcraft leader! Everyone, make way!"

Upon seeing the emblem representing the Witchcraft on the sedan chair, the crowd's expressions changed dramatically, scattering in all directions, not daring to get close.

Among the three major sects, the World Martial Arts Sect had the most extensive influence, the Sword Sect had the strongest combat power, and the Witchcraft Sect was the most mysterious and terrifying.

The Witchcraft Sect's actions were always ambiguous, blending both righteousness and evil. If one got along with them, it was fine, but offending the Witchcraft Sect could mean death or even the annihilation of one's entire family.

Some even became tools for breeding and refining venomous insects, suffering through the agony of being gnawed by poisonous bugs day and night, living a fate worse than death.

After years of accumulating a fearsome reputation, the Witchcraft Sect had become a force that struck terror into people's hearts.

So, when the Witchcraft Sect leader personally arrived, the entire crowd was alarmed.

What was once a crowded road now cleared out completely, everyone desperately avoiding any contact.

After all, everyone knew that the Witchcraft Sect's methods were mysterious and lethal, capable of killing without a trace.

If someone accidentally got infected with their venom, they might not even know how they died.

"Unexpectedly, that old witch who has been in seclusion for years has shown up. This is quite unusual," Hank squinted his eyes.

"Sect Leader Hank, I suggest you keep your voice down. If Leader Evelyn Morgan hears you calling her an old witch, you might be in big trouble," Jeffrey said with a smile.

On the surface, it sounded like a warning, but he deliberately raised his voice, making sure that Evelyn Morgan, the leader of the Witchcraft Sect, would hear it.

 

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Chapter 2437: Making money is good

"Hmph! Stop stirring up trouble here!"

Hank glanced coldly. "In recent years, your World Martial Arts Sect has had quite a few conflicts with the Witchcraft Sect. If we were to settle accounts, your World Martial Arts Sect would be the true enemy of the Witchcraft Sect."

"It's just some minor skirmishes, nothing serious. I believe Chief Evelyn Morgan understands the bigger picture and won't take it to heart," Jeffrey responded with a faint smile.

When it came to strength, Hank might be slightly superior, but in terms of eloquence, Jeffrey had the upper hand.

"Chief Hank, Chief Jeffrey, you both seem to be in high spirits!"

Ahead, as a black sedan chair came to a stop, an elderly woman with graying hair and a slightly hunched figure slowly emerged, leaning on a snake-head cane.

The newcomer was none other than the Witchcraft Sect's leader, Evelyn Morgan.

Evelyn Morgan had gained fame earlier than both Jeffrey and Hank, making her a senior figure in their circles.

Though she had lived in seclusion for many years and rarely appeared, her notorious reputation was no less fearsome than that of Jeffrey and Hank.

"Senior Evelyn."

As the host, Marlon stood up first and politely cupped his hands in greeting to Evelyn Morgan.

"It seems the old celestial master has passed on his position to you. Not bad," Evelyn Morgan nodded, her expression neutral.

"Chief Evelyn, long time no see. How have you been?" Jeffrey stood up, cupping his fists with a smile.

"Thank you for your concern, Chief Jeffrey. This old woman is in good health and plans to live a few more years," Evelyn Morgan replied calmly.

"That's good to hear," Jeffrey nodded with a smile.

Evelyn Morgan glanced at Hank on the right, who showed no expression and made no effort to greet her.

"Senior Evelyn, please take the seat of honor," Marlon courteously gestured with one hand, guiding Evelyn Morgan to the spectator's seat.

With that, the leaders of the three major sects were all present.

"Grandmother!"

Seeing Evelyn Morgan appear, Abigail, who was busy, immediately approached.

Today, her casino was operating discreetly in a corner, without much fanfare.

Firstly, because she was competing; and secondly, because with so many important figures present, drawing too much attention might lead to unexpected troubles.

"Abigail, I heard you've been quite active at Infernal Mountain recently. You must have made a lot of money?" Evelyn uncharacteristically smiled.

"Not that much, just a little," Abigail smiled.

"Hahaha... Making money is good, but today's competition shouldn't be taken lightly. We must bring some honor to our Witchcraft Sect," Evelyn Morgan said with a smile.

"Don't worry, Grandmother. I've prepared well. Making it to the top three is definitely not a problem!" Abigail said confidently.

As long as she didn't encounter Uncle too early, the other minor challenges were nothing to worry about.

"Good, then I look forward to seeing that," Evelyn Morgan nodded with a smile.

 

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Chapter 2438: What a show-off

Her granddaughter had awakened the Phoenix bloodline, specifically a mutated Black Phoenix. Coupled with the heritage of the Witchcraft Sect, her combat power far exceeded that of her peers.

Evelyn Morgan's expectation for Abigail was to secure a spot in the top three, aiming for first place if possible.

With a high probability of making it to the top three and a significant chance at securing first place, Evelyn Morgan was confident.

"Master Morlan, since everyone has arrived, let's not waste any time. The sooner we start, the sooner we can finish," Hank interjected abruptly.

"Since everyone is eager, let's begin," Morlan smiled. Seeing no objections from Jeffrey and Evelyn Morgan, he nodded to his junior brother, Drake.

Understanding the signal, Drake strode onto the stage and announced loudly, "Today is the competition to advance from the round of 32 to the round of 8. To ensure fairness, we will draw lots on the spot. Now, let's invite the 32 contestants to come on stage!"

As soon as he finished speaking, applause thundered from all around.

Amidst the clapping and cheering, elite masters from various sects stepped onto the stage.

Those who had advanced to the top 32 were mostly master-level fighters. A few half-step masters, who had passed multiple screenings and possessed exceptional talent, were also among them.

It's no exaggeration to say that every contestant on stage today was a prized talent in their respective sects.

"Grandmother, I'm going up now," Abigail said before leaping lightly into the air, gracefully covering a hundred meters and landing softly in the center of the stage, like an ethereal fairy descending to earth.

The audience burst into applause and cheers.

Abigail, already exceptionally beautiful, with her flowing white hair and distinctive presence, captivated many young men and women.

Were it not for her sensitive status as the Holy Maiden of the Witchcraft Sect, she might have driven countless young talents mad with admiration.

"Finn Sanchez, it's your turn," Hank commanded, glancing back.

Finn Sanchez, who had been meditating with closed eyes, nodded and suddenly opened his eyes. He leaped into the air, soared a hundred meters high, and then landed heavily in the center of the stage with a loud "boom," raising a cloud of dust.

The shockwave from his landing blew the spectators off balance, leaving them in disarray.

This domineering entrance and powerful display of force caused the crowd to scatter, too intimidated to complain.

"Hmph! What a show-off!" Aaron scoffed as he slowly stood up.

With a shake of his body, a giant divine spirit phantom, nearly ten meters tall, appeared behind him.

The divine spirit phantom was entirely red, covered in a layer of flame-like radiance, exuding intense heat and violence.

This stunning spectacle immediately drew everyone's attention.

Then, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Aaron, accompanied by the fire god phantom, walked towards the stage step by step.

His entrance was clearly more impressive than Finn Sanchez's.

 

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Chapter 2439: I'd show off a hundred times more

"My goodness! Even using the Divine Four Symbols Technique, isn't that a bit over the top?"

"No wonder it's Aaron, he really knows how to make an entrance!"

"If I were as outstanding as him, I'd show off a hundred times more!"

Aaron's imposing entrance sparked a flurry of comments and whispers from the audience.

As everyone knew, the Divine Four Symbols Technique was a closely guarded secret of the World Martial Arts Sect, only taught to the society's leader and their heir.

To everyone's surprise, Aaron used it before the competition even began, leaving the audience in awe.

"Chief Jeffrey, your disciple certainly lives up to his name," Hank remarked coldly.

"Hehe... Young people should be energetic like this. If he has the strength, why should he hold back?" Jeffrey responded nonchalantly.

"I'm just worried that your joy might turn into sorrow," Hank replied.

"That's not something for you to worry about," Jeffrey smiled faintly.

Regardless of the competition's outcome, the World martial Arts Sect had already outshone the Sword Sect in terms of entrance flair.

The top talents from the Witchcraft Sect, the Sword Sect, and the World Martial Arts Sect all made their grand entrances.

Naturally, the elite masters from other prominent sects were unwilling to be outdone.

They each showcased their remarkable abilities, making their entrances as flashy and dazzling as possible.

A genius from the Beast Taming Sect arrived riding a crane; a mysterious disciple from a sword sect flew in on their sword; and another used earth escape techniques to emerge from beneath the stage.

In short, the entrances were varied and spectacular.

The participants in this martial arts competition were driven by fame and fortune.

Many young talents saw this as an opportunity to make a name for themselves.

With so many influential figures present, an impressive entrance could significantly boost their reputation.

Even if they didn't win, they could still leave a lasting impression and enhance their fame.

Not only their personal fame but also the reputation of their sects would rise.

Today's competition provided a perfect stage for them to showcase their talents, and they were determined to make the most of it.

"Dr. Dustin, as one of the top 32 contestants, everyone is showing off their unique skills. You shouldn't fall behind, right?" Violet teased with a smile.

"Yes, Dr. Dustin! This is a great chance to boost your reputation. Use your most impressive moves!" Lily added eagerly.

Dustin, skilled in both medicine and martial arts, had already demonstrated his medical prowess. Lily was curious about his martial arts abilities.

"In that case, shall I show a little?" Dustin smiled slightly.

 

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Chapter 2440: Clear the way

Under the expectant gazes of those around him, Dustin lightly tapped his foot and soared into the air. He gracefully crossed dozens of meters before landing gently on the stage.

In an ordinary competition, this kind of airborne maneuver would indeed be impressive. However, today’s event was filled with extraordinary talents, each displaying their unique skills, making Dustin's entrance seem quite ordinary.

So ordinary, in fact, that it failed to draw much interest.

"Huh? That's it?" Lily's mouth twitched, feeling a bit disappointed.

She had anticipated that Dustin would display some astonishing skill, but it turned out to be rather unremarkable.

"Dr. Dustin is always low-key, which is understandable," Violet said with an awkward smile, realizing her expectations had been too high.

"Clear the way!" Suddenly, a thunderous shout echoed through the air.

A massive shadow shot forth like a missile from a distance, causing the ground to explode and dust to fly wherever it passed. Those unable to dodge in time were sent flying.

The shadow barreled through everything in its path, creating chaos in its wake, eliciting complaints and curses from the audience.

When the shadow finally stopped, everyone could see who it was.

It was a hulking black-skinned man over two meters tall, wearing a black tank top, his body rippling with muscles, standing like a small mountain, exuding an immense sense of pressure.

The martial artists around him looked like children in comparison.

The newcomer was Black King Kong George Brose!

"What's going on? A foreigner is participating in this martial arts competition?"

"Judging by his entrance, he doesn't seem friendly!"

"Hmph! Just a mere black-skinned guy, nothing to worry about. Watch how our martial artists from Dragonmarsh deal with him!"

George Brose's appearance caused a stir among the spectators.

It was the first time they had seen a foreign face in the competition, especially one who had made it to the top 32, which was surprising.

"Hmph!" George Brose stood on the stage, his gaze sweeping contemptuously over the other martial artists until it landed on Aaron. His eyes narrowed slightly, and a sinister smile spread across his face.

Without saying a word, he raised his hand and made a throat-slitting gesture towards Aaron.

Aaron glanced at him indifferently, not bothering to respond.

This brute wasn't worth his attention. His ultimate target was none other than Finn Sanchez.

 

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Chapter 2441: This guy is too arrogant

"Hahaha... Hahahahaha..."

As soon as Black King Kong appeared, a strange laugh suddenly echoed through the air.

Simultaneously, a swirling mass of blood-red mist rapidly approached from a distance. The mist, about three meters in diameter, exuded a sinister aura, constantly morphing. One moment it formed a giant skull, the next, it became a clawing demon.

The eerie sight caused the spectators to blanch and quickly scatter, creating a clear path. The terrifying blood mist clearly signaled the arrival of someone malevolent, and no one wanted to risk getting too close and potentially getting harmed.

"Whoosh!"

The blood mist hovered above the stage, circling three times over the contestants' heads before crashing down with a heavy thud. As the mist dispersed, a handsome Western man in a suit was revealed.

The man, exuding a mixed-race charm and a wicked smile, carried an aura that was irresistibly attractive to women.

The newcomer was none other than the Dark Prince, Bill Wolf.

"I didn't think that narcissist from last night would actually show up. I hope Brother Aaron teaches him a good lesson!" Lily frowned upon seeing Bill Wolf, a flash of disgust in her eyes.

"With so many Dragonmarsh experts here, Brother Aaron might not even need to step in," Violet said calmly.

After last night's encounter, she had assessed that Bill Wolf posed no real threat to Aaron. It was the hulking black man who seemed more formidable and worth watching out for.

"Listen up, Dragon Country martial artists!" Bill Wolf turned to face the contestants and began his arrogant speech. "I come from the British Empire, a noble of high lineage. My goal is to win this martial arts competition. If you don't want to die, you should surrender now. Otherwise, I will make you experience fear and despair!"

His words instantly stirred the crowd into an uproar.

"Damn! This guy is too arrogant! He's openly challenging us? Does he have a death wish?!"

"Shit! If I weren't worried about disrupting the competition, I'd cut him down right now!"

"Count me in!"

The audience's anger was palpable, and curses rang out.

Being flamboyant in one's entrance could be excused as a bid for fame. But to spout such arrogance before the competition even started, blatantly disrespecting Dragonmarsh's martial artists, was intolerable.

Even the spectators couldn't stand it.

"Hmph! Foolish, ignorant guy. A Western bat dares to cause trouble here? You must be tired of living!"

On the stage, a man wearing a conical hat and carrying a long sword on his back suddenly shouted.

 

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Chapter 2442: Lightning spells

The man with the conical hat had a robust build, and his eyes were like lightning, exuding an imposing aura without anger. He looked quite extraordinary.

"And who might you be?" Bill Wolf sneered as he asked.

"The chief disciple of the Icy Sect, Caleb!" The man in the conical hat replied coldly.

Icy Sect was a well-known sect in the martial world. Though it didn't have many disciples, each one was an elite. Yao Tong, though only half a step into the Grandmaster realm, already possessed the strength to rival a true Grandmaster. He was one of the twelve fierce warriors who had emerged victorious from among the thousands of contestants in Group B.

"Caleb, huh? Fine! I'll start with you today!" Bill Wolf wasted no time. He transformed into a blood-red shadow, flashing behind Caleb, and bared his fangs, lunging directly at Caleb's neck.

"You're courting death!" Caleb's eyes grew cold. His long sword flashed out from its sheath, emitting a sharp, icy gleam aimed at Bill Wolf's head.

Bill Wolf retracted his jaw, and with a "clang," his sharp teeth bit down on Caleb's blade.

"Hmm?" Caleb tried to withdraw his sword but found it stuck. The bite force of Bill Wolf was indeed astonishing.

"Kehehe..." Bill Wolf laughed eerily while biting the blade. Simultaneously, his fingernails extended like blades, stabbing fiercely towards Caleb's chest and abdomen.

Caleb frowned. Unable to pull out his sword, he stepped back to evade. However, just as he retreated a few steps, Bill Wolf's figure vanished as if he had never been there.

"Watch out behind you!" A cry of alarm came from the audience.

Instinctively, Caleb turned his head and saw a gaping maw coming right at him, too close to avoid. Just as Caleb thought he was about to be swallowed whole, there was a loud "bang." Bill Wolf flew back as if hit by a truck, landing heavily outside the ring. His hair was singed, his clothes in tatters, and he lay twitching on the ground as if electrocuted, unable to get up.

"The match hasn't started yet. No private fights are allowed between contestants. This is a warning. Next time, you will be disqualified." The referee, Drake, stood calmly on the stage, his face expressionless. A faint trace of lightning flickered between his thumb and index finger.

Everything had happened so quickly that most people didn't realize what had transpired. Only a few had seen clearly. Just as Bill Wolf's jaws were about to close on Caleb, Drake's lightning spell had struck him, sending him flying.

Lightning spells, also known as Five Thunder True Methods, were especially effective against evil beings. Although Bill Wolf's regenerative abilities were formidable, he couldn't withstand the destructive power of such a spell.

 

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Chapter 2443: There are rules to the competition

"Great! Well done!"

"Daring to cause trouble on Infernal Mountain, you must be tired of living!"

"If the referee hadn't held back, this lightning strike would have been enough to blow him to bits!"

"......"

Watching Bill Wolf being blasted away, the audience erupted in thunderous applause and continuous cheers.

A foreign contestant, and one who operates in the shadows, would have had no issues if he stayed humble and low-key.

But this guy had to act arrogantly from the start, provoking everyone.

He really asked for it.

Does this little vampire really think there are no capable people in the Dragon Country?

"Despicable Dragon Country martial artists! You actually ambushed me? How shameless!"

Bill Wolf staggered to his feet, gritting his teeth, his face twisted with anger.

He had intended to make a strong impression and show off the vampire's might.

But not only did he fail to succeed, he ended up suffering a great loss.

Of course, he didn't think it was due to his lack of strength, but rather that Drake's sudden attack caught him off guard.

In a fair fight, he might not lose.

"Hmph! Still daring to shout here? If Master Drake hadn't shown mercy, you'd already be ashes!" Caleb rebuked angrily.

The opponent's teleportation move had indeed caught him by surprise.

But now, being prepared, the situation would be different.

"There are rules to the competition. If you don't understand how to follow them, I will have to ask you to leave." Drake said coldly.

"You——!"

Bill Wolf was about to explode when a hand pressed down on his shoulder.

Turning around, he saw a man in a priest's robe with a smile on his face.

The visitor was none other than Father Adam, known as the Angel of Dust.

"Mr. Wolf, don't forget our mission. If you get kicked off the mountain before the fight even begins, how will you explain that to Mr. Bailey?"

Father Adam smiled and said, "Moreover, once you anger the masters of Infernal Mountain, I won't be able to save you. You've already experienced the power of the lightning strike, which is indeed the nemesis of your kind."

Hearing this, Bill Wolf's face turned blue and white, and he finally bit his lip and suppressed his anger.

Though he was battle-hungry, he wasn't stupid.

In a one-on-one fight, he feared no one, but if all the Dragon Country martial artists ganged up on him, the situation would be very different.

Especially considering the lightning technique Drake had just used, which indeed made him wary.

If hit, it wouldn't kill him instantly, but it would paralyze him completely.

For a master, even a moment of immobilization could be fatal.

 

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Chapter 2444: I'll go first

"My apologies, everyone. My friend here is new and doesn't understand the rules yet. Please forgive him."

Father Adam stepped forward and nodded apologetically to Drake and the others.

"Let's let it go this time, but it won't happen again," Drake said, his face expressionless.

"Understood," Father Adam nodded with a smile.

Though Bill Wolf said nothing, the fierce light in his eyes couldn't be concealed. He had already decided that no matter who he faced in the ring later, he would torture them to death to vent his anger!

"All thirty-two contestants are present. Let's begin the draw to determine the match order."

Drake glanced around the arena, confirming everyone's presence. He gestured for someone to bring a black wooden box.

The box was sealed on all sides, except for a hole the size of a bowl at the top.

"There are thirty-two numbered balls in this box. Each contestant will draw one randomly."

Drake looked around and announced loudly, "The contestant who draws number 1 will face the contestant who draws number 32; number 2 will face number 31; number 3 will face number 30, and so on. Whoever you draw is who you fight, all based on luck. No changes allowed. Cheating will result in immediate disqualification! Now, let the draw begin!"

"I'll go first!"

As soon as Drake finished speaking, Caleb stepped forward, reaching into the black box to feel around.

A few seconds later, he pulled out a transparent glass ball.

In the center of the glass ball was a white metal piece the size of a coin, with a number engraved on it— "3."

"Looks like I got lucky, third match."

Caleb held the glass ball high, showing the number inside clearly to everyone.

Starting early is advantageous for some contestants.

Today’s tournament will narrow down from thirty-two to eight, with the first round determining the top sixteen and the second round the top eight.

In other words, to stand out, each contestant must win at least two matches.

If the first match is early, there's a long recovery time before the second match.

Conversely, if the first match is late, there might be no rest before the second match.

In matches between equally skilled fighters, winning often depends on one's condition.

One fighter being fully rested while the other is exhausted gives the former a higher chance of victory.

Thus, the draw order and results can significantly impact the outcome of the competition.

 

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Chapter 2445: We'll settle this in the ring

"Next!"

After Caleb finished drawing his number, Drake's voice rang out, signaling for the draw to continue.

"I'll go!"

At this moment, George Bros, also known as Black King Kong, strode forward, aggressively shoving aside a martial artist and reaching into the black box first.

The martial artist who was shoved frowned and looked up at Black King Kong's bear-like physique but ultimately held back his anger.

Although a martial artist's strength can't be judged by size alone, the terrifying aura emanating from Black King Kong was unmistakable.

After fumbling in the box for a few seconds, Black King Kong finally pulled out a glass ball.

However, before anyone could see the number inside, he suddenly crushed the glass ball with his hand.

"Bang!"

A crisp sound echoed as the glass ball shattered, its fragments scattering everywhere.

"Hahahaha..."

Black King Kong looked at his hand and laughed heartily. His violent gaze shifted to Caleb as he said menacingly, "Caleb, right? You unlucky guy, today is just not your day. Look at this!"

He then revealed the metal number in his hand.

It was engraved with the number "30."

Caleb's number was 3, and Black King Kong's number was 30. According to the pairing rules, the two would face off in the third match.

"Hmph! Who's unlucky is yet to be seen."

Caleb's face was cold as he said indifferently, "I've slain many big guys like you. All of them looked tough but were useless in a fight!"

Height and bulk meant nothing if they couldn't withstand his blade.

Brutes who sacrificed speed and agility for brute strength were no threat to him.

"Useless? Hahahaha..."

Black King Kong wasn't angered by the insult. Instead, he laughed even louder, his eyes full of murderous intent. "Alright! I hope you can still be so arrogant when I turn you into a meat patty later."

"Enough talk! We'll settle this in the ring!"

Caleb, uninterested in further conversation, snorted and walked off the stage coldly.

Black King Kong sneered, eyeing Caleb as if he were prey.

"Next," Drake called out again.

As long as no rules were broken and no trouble was caused, Drake didn't care if they exchanged harsh words or even spat at each other.

Soon, one contestant after another stepped forward to draw their numbers.

Some were bold, others kept a low profile. Some announced their numbers publicly, while others deliberately hid them, wary of revealing their match-ups.

After all, knowing your opponent's information in advance allows for better preparation and counter-strategies.

And vice versa.

So, the smart ones kept their numbers hidden after drawing, unless they were absolutely confident in their strength and unafraid of any tricks.

 

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Chapter 2446: While winning is important, life is more so

For individuals like Finn Sanchez and Aaron, who rank high on the Prodigy Ranking, advancing to the top eight is a certainty as long as they don't meet prematurely.

Dustin drew the number "8," meaning his match would be the eighth. This number is right in the middle, offering neither an advantage nor a disadvantage.

Of course, he didn't care much about these details.

According to the pairing rules, his opponent would be number 25.

If he remembered correctly, it should be that person.

Dustin seemed to think of something and his gaze naturally turned to Bill Wolf.

Bill Wolf was playing with the glass ball in his hand, the metal piece in the center clearly showing the number "25."

"Interesting."

Dustin smirked.

Although he had fought many battles, he had never faced a vampire before.

Bill Wolf, with his noble bloodline, should be quite powerful. This would be a good opportunity to practice against a vampire elite and familiarize himself with their various abilities.

In the future, if he encountered stronger vampires, he would be better prepared.

"Hmm?"

Sensing something, Bill Wolf suddenly looked up and met Dustin's gaze.

"Kid, did you draw me?" Bill Wolf eyed Dustin and sneered, "I can only say, you're about to die. Of course, I won't let you die easily because I want to torture you slowly!"

"Idiot."

Dustin spat out the words and returned to his seat.

He despised those who barked before the fight even started, unable to gauge their opponent's strength and only boasting.

It was a miracle that such brainless types survived this long.

"Kid! Just you wait!"

Bill Wolf was infuriated by Dustin's disdainful attitude, gritting his teeth in anger.

Having been humiliated by Aaron last night and blasted by Drake's lightning technique today, he was filled with resentment.

He was determined to vent his anger on Dustin.

He wanted all the martial artists of Dragon Country to understand the true power of vampires!

"The draw is complete, contestants return to your places."

After everyone finished drawing, Drake's voice rang out again: "Now, I'll announce the rules of the competition. The arena battle aims to compare martial skills, but blades and swords are ruthless. Once on the stage, life and death are determined by fate."

"Today's competition has no restrictions. Those who surrender or fall off the stage will be deemed to have lost."

"A word of advice: while winning is important, life is more so. If you cannot compete, surrendering is a wise choice."

"Without further ado, let's start the first match."

"Contestant number 1 and contestant number 32, please come to the stage!"

 

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Chapter 2447: The Demon Subduing Venerable

As soon as Drake finished speaking, the crowd erupted into thunderous applause.

Under everyone's gaze, the number 1 contestant stood up first and walked towards the ring.

It was a monk dressed in gray robes.

The monk, in his thirties, had a robust build and held an iron staff. His smooth, bald head reflected the dazzling sunlight.

"Didn't expect the first contestant to be Hynes, the Venerable from Jingang Temple. This is going to be interesting!"

The audience quickly recognized the monk.

He was Hynes, a high monk from Jingang Temple, known as the Demon Subduing Venerable.

Although Hynes was young, his cultivation was profound and mysterious. His mastery of the Vajra Skill was unparalleled.

It was said he was invulnerable to blades and spears, impervious to water and fire.

Any attack on him would be ineffective.

Moreover, Hynes's offensive skills were equally astonishing.

His Demon Subduing Staff technique was unrivaled, defeating countless experts.

It was no exaggeration to say that with Hynes's strength, he could easily challenge those above his level.

"I wonder who Hynes's opponent is?"

Under the curious eyes of the audience, the number 32 contestant slowly walked onto the stage.

He had a Western face, wore a priest's robe, had a cross hanging on his chest, and had a kind expression with a smile on his lips.

It was none other than Father Adam, known as the Angel of Dust.

"Hey! It's a kind-looking priest?"

"Really? A Western priest is joining the tournament?"

"Hmph! This priest is obviously in cahoots with that damn bat. He looks harmless, but he's full of malicious intent. Don't be fooled by his appearance!"

"Doesn't matter if he's human or ghost. In front of Hynes's Demon Subduing Staff, it's all the same. One strike will turn him to dust!"

"This priest is really unlucky to face Hynes. If he doesn't surrender, he's in for a severe beating."

"A foreigner daring to challenge us in Dragon Country, he deserves to die!"

"......"

Seeing Father Adam, the audience couldn't help but whisper and discuss animatedly.

Many had a xenophobic attitude, especially in such a large-scale competition.

Unanimously, they supported Hynes.

The competition held in Dragon Country couldn't let foreigners steal the spotlight.

Otherwise, it would be a disgrace to them.

"Amitabha, this humble monk does not wish to harm anyone. Please, benefactor, surrender."

Looking at the frail Father Adam, Hynes shook his head, appearing somewhat disappointed.

He had come to represent Jingang Temple to make a name for himself.

His goal was to challenge the prodigies of major sects.

 

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Chapter 2448: I will not hold back

As for the unfamiliar priest in front of him, Hynes had never seen or heard of him before. Winning against such an unknown opponent held little significance for him.

He thought the priest might just be here to join the fun and gain some experience.

"Master, there is an old saying in your Dragon Country: 'Don't judge a book by its cover, nor the sea by its size.' The match hasn't started yet, how can you be sure who will win?" Father Adam said with a calm smile, his words showing deep composure.

"Benefactor, I am advising for your own good. Once we start, I will not hold back," Hynes said plainly.

"Master, please do not hold back. I came here to witness the prowess of Dragon Country's warriors. I hope you won't disappoint me," Father Adam replied, his face unchanged.

"Very well! Since you are so stubborn, don't blame this humble monk!" Hynes's eyes grew cold. He stopped speaking and slowly lifted his iron staff.

"The contestants are ready. Let the match begin!" Drake, acting as the referee, announced before gracefully leaping off the stage.

"Please, benefactor!" Hynes readied his stance.

"Master, please," Father Adam responded, still smiling faintly, without making the first move.

The two stared at each other from a distance, and the atmosphere grew tense.

"Venerable Hynes! Don't hold back, just start fighting!"

"He dares to cause trouble in Dragon Country? Give him a harsh lesson!"

The audience below began shouting eagerly, some couldn't wait to see Father Adam get beaten up.

"Be careful, benefactor. I am attacking now!" Hynes shouted, pushing off with his foot and leaping forward like a tiger, covering twenty meters in an instant to reach Father Adam.

With a single-handed grip on his staff, he thrust it towards Father Adam's chest and abdomen.

The seemingly ordinary thrust was imbued with powerful Grandmaster-level energy, enough to split mountains and shatter stones.

However, Father Adam neither dodged nor evaded. He simply raised his hand and effortlessly caught the staff.

The Grandmaster energy within the staff dissipated in an instant, as if it were absorbed by something, leaving no trace.

"Hmm?" Hynes furrowed his brow, surprise flickering in his eyes.

Although he hadn't used his full strength, this was not something an average martial artist could withstand.

More puzzling was how his energy seemed to vanish upon touching Father Adam, like a stone sinking into the ocean without a ripple.

This was highly unusual!

Without giving it much thought, Hynes flicked his wrist, withdrawing his staff, and used the momentum to spin around, swinging the staff horizontally towards Father Adam's waist.

This strike was formidable, brimming with energy, with the power to sweep away an army!