An Understated Dominance

“Hahaha… Kid! I’m going to turn you into a puddle of blood!” Bill Wolf’s triumphant laughter echoed through the arena after the bloody skeleton devoured Dustin.

“Sister, do you think Dr. Rhys is okay?” Kassidy asked, her voice filled with worry.

The vampires had strange and unpredictable powers, especially the blood mist that could corrode flesh—it was more terrifying than any weapon. Without strong abilities, it was impossible to resist.

“Don’t panic, let’s wait and see. I don’t think Dr. Rhys will be defeated so easily,” Noemi replied, though her serious expression and clenched fists betrayed her concern.

Grace, sitting beside them, smiled silently, confident in Dustin’s strength. She knew that even if the Duke of the Blood Clan himself appeared, he’d be in trouble.

“You two don’t need to worry so much. With Mr. Rhys’s strength, handling the vampires shouldn’t be a big problem,” Briggs said calmly to Rivka and Halle, a faint smile on his lips as he gently waved his folding fan.

“How can you be so sure? That vampire is obviously not ordinary, and his methods are strange and hard to defend against. If Mr. Rhys isn’t careful, he could be in serious danger,” Halle said, frowning. She thought Briggs was too optimistic. Two of the three foreign contestants had already won, and she couldn’t shake her unease.

see. I believe Mr. Rhys won’t disappoint us,” Briggs replied, smiling, confident in his intuition. Dustin was

that bloody skull!” Rivka suddenly pointed

shifting, sometimes expanding, sometimes shrinking, as if something inside was stirring it. The entire skeleton began to twist

bloody skeleton and the smoke around it began to shrink rapidly,

panicked voice rang out, “How is this

was suddenly thrown back, as if something had frightened him. He retreated over ten meters, staring at the shrinking blood-red skeleton

to use the vampire’s innate ability to turn Dustin into blood and end the fight quickly. But something went wrong. Instead of being harmed, Dustin absorbed the blood and energy around him,

was questioning who the real vampire

bloody skull kept shrinking until it was no bigger than a fist. Dustin stood there unharmed, holding the skull in his right hand,

disappointing,” Dustin said, shaking his