Chapter 2346 by Marina Vittori
An Understated Dominance
Georgeâs brutal treatment of Jermaineâs body had already stirred up a lot of anger. As he stepped into the battle ring again, the spectators booed and cursed at him.
âUgh! Just seeing this bastard makes me sick. I want to kill him.â
âDisgusting heartless scum!â
âHe got away with it last time, but now heâs facing the Grand Sorceress of the Mystic Arts Order. Letâs see how he dies.
The spectators were furious as they shouted and cursed at George, but he didnât care. His eyes were locked on Abigail, and his lips curled into a wicked grin. He couldnât hide the lust in his gaze. âTsk, tsk⦠Hey, gorgeous. Fighting is a manâs job. As a woman, your duty is to bear children.â
His eyes roamed over her as he grinned wider. âUnfortunately, Dragonmarsh martial artists are weaklings. They donât have what it takes to satisfy someone like you. But I can guarantee youâll experience pure pleasure with me,â he said and laughed heartily.
His words were like a spark that ignited a wildfire, causing the spectators to erupt in a storm of curses.
âFucking bastard! I swear Iâll kill you.â
âThat damn scum is way too cocky. Enough is enough.â
âIâve had enough. Iâm going to rip him to shreds today.â
Angry shouts filled the air as the spectators seethed with anger. Publicly harassing a woman was already despicable, but to insult all Dragonmarsh martial artists along with it was even worse. Georgeâs behavior had sparked public outrage.
Shouting insults was the mildest reaction. Some hot-headed martial artists couldnât hold back and were ready to throw punches. Their aggressive stances made it clear they were prepared to take George down for good.
As they charged forward, the Sacred Wyrm Summit disciples intervened to keep things under control. Despite their own anger, they stayed composed. No matter what, the tournamentâs progress couldnât be disrupted. Those martial artists would have to settle it in the battle ring if they wanted to fight.
âWhat a bunch of losers!â George turned to glance at the Dragonmarsh martial artists below the ring, who were shouting and fuming. He didnât flinch but smiled contemptuously. With a dismissive thumbs-down, he taunted them openly.
His gesture pushed the Dragonmarsh martial artists over the edge. After all, a man could be killed but not insulted. Being taunted by a foreigner like this was more than they could stand.
âIâll take you down.â
âDamn it! Iâll cut you in half.â
âBastard, prepare to die.â 2
A group of martial artists broke through the Sacred Wyrm Summit disciplesâ blockade and charged toward the battle ring.
George grinned menacingly and slowly clenched his fists. He planned to take this opportunity to kill them.
Just then, a tall figure descended from the sky and blocked their path. Oron waved his left hand and unleashed a powerful gust of wind that sent all the martial artists on the ring flying several yards away.
He waved his hand again, and a blue barrier instantly covered the battle ring. Anyone who touched it would feel like they were being electrocuted, their bodies convulsing and their limbs going numb.
âSettle your scores off the ring. Whether itâs life or death doesnât concern me, but no one interferes with the match,â Oron warned the martial artists.
He then shot a cold glance at George. If you keep provoking and inciting the crowdâs anger, youâll face the consequences.â 11
George sneered without saying anything. He typically dismissed Dragonmarsh martial artists as insignificant, but he knew better than to cross Oron.
âWithout further delay, the third match officially begins,â Oron quickly announced before things spiraled further out of control.
âWhat do you think of my proposal earlier, gorgeous? Want to experience my strength in a more personal way?â George continued to tease Abigail.
âDonât worry. We can talk about our future once I cut out your tongue, gouge out your eyes, and castrate you,â she replied with a cold, indifferent gaze.
âOh? Letâs see if youâve got the skills to back that up.â He smiled.
Given his strength, defeating a woman as frail as Abigail would be a breeze. However, he wasnât rushing to win. He wanted to humiliate her in front of all the Dragonmarsh martial artists.
âVenom Serpent! Go!â She quickly raised her hand and flicked it. A black shadow shot like an arrow from her sleeve and headed straight at Georgeâs throat.
âYour attack is too weak, gorgeous.â George smiled. Instead of dodging, he reached out and grabbed the incoming shadow.
Upon closer inspection, he realized it was a black, snake-like creature. But when the creature lifted its head, he was taken aback. Though it had the body of a snake, it had a human face and looked incredibly eerie.
âWhat the hell is this?â George felt a shiver of unease. As he tried to shake the strange creature off his hand, the face of the snake-like creature suddenly opened its mouth and bit into the web of his palm.