NovelEnglish“Whoa! He's even busting out the Four Elements of God's Technique? Does he really need to show off?”
“Fenley sure knows how to make an entrance. He's showing off in style.”
“If I had his skills, I'd be more flashy than him.”
Fenley made a grand entrance, and the crowd couldn't stop talking and whispering.
The Four Elements of God's Technique was a secret art of the Celestial Alliance, learned only by the
guildmasters’ successors. So, it was surprising when Fenley used it before the match began.
“Mr. Marshall, your disciple lives up to his name,” Cyrus remarked coldly.
“Ha! Young people should be bursting with energy. If he’s got the skills, why hold back?” Alloy replied
indifferently.
“I just hope you don’t let your excitement get the better of you,” Cyrus warned. “Sometimes, too much joy can
lead to a downfall.”
“You don’t need to worry about it, Mr. Hadley,” Alloy said with a faint smile.
Regardless of the match outcome, Fenley’s entrance had already outshined the Sword Union.
The top talents from the three major guilds-Mystic Arts Order, Sword Union, and Celestial Alliance-each made
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The top experts from other major guilds weren't about to be outdone. They showcased their skills with
impressive flair and style.
A genius from the Beast Master guild arrived riding a mystical crane, while a disciple from the Esoteric Sword
guild flew in on a magical sword. Another ,elite used earth-shifting techniques to burst out of the battle ring’s
floor.
Overall, the range of spectacular and unique entrances was breathtaking.
For many participants, this Combat Tournament was about fand fortune. Many young talents saw it as their
chance to make a nfor themselves.
With so many high-profile figures present, a striking entrance could boost their reputation significantly. Even if
they didn’t win, making a memorable impression would cement their status and elevate their guild's prestige.
This tournament was a propportunity for them to shine, and they were eager to make the most of it.
“Dr. Rhys, you're one of the top 32 contestants. Everyone's flaunting their unique styles and making a nfor
themselves. You don’t want to be left behind, right?” Alicia teased with a grin.
“Yeah, Dr. Rhys. This is a great chance to boost your fame. Show us simpressive moves,” Aurora said
expectantly.
Dustin was renowned for his dual mastery of medicine and martial arts. Alicia had witnessed his medical
expertise firsthand but hadn’t seen his martial prowess.
“Well then, how about | show you my skill?” He smiled faintly.
As the Marshall sisters watched with anticipation, Dustin lightly tapped his foot and soared into the air. He flew
across the arena and landed on the battle ring.
In most competitions, such effortless flight would be impressive. But with today’s arena packed with top
contenders, each flaunting their unique skills, Dustin’s smooth but simple entrance felt pretty ordinary. It was
almost too routine to catch anyone's attention.
“Is that it?” Aurora pursed her lips in disappointment. She had expected something truly spectacular from him,
but this was underwhelming.
“He has always been modest, so that makes sense.” Alicia smiled awkwardly. It seemed her expectations had
been too high.
“Get out of my way!”
Suddenly, a booming voice cracked through the air like thunder.
A colossal black shadow streaked in from the distance, moving at blistering speed. The ground erupted beneath
it, sending dust swirling and debris flying. Spectators who couldn't react in twere sent flying.
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The shadow barreled through everything, smashing its way to the battle ring and leaving a trail of wreckage.
Many spectators grumbled and cursed.
As the dust finally settled, the spectators got their first clear view of the newcomer. The figure was a towering,
muscular man with tanned skin, standing well over six feet tall. He wore a black tank top, and his formidable
build radiated an intimidating presence.
The surrounding martial artists looked like dwarfs beside him. The newcomer was George Burroughs.
“What's going on? A foreigner in this Combat Tournament?”
“From the looks of it, he’s not here to play nice!”
“Hmph! He's just a brute. Let's see how Dragonmarsh martial artists deal with him!”
George's entrance sent the crowd into a frenzy of murmurs. They were shocked to see a foreigner in the
tournament, especially among the top 32 contestants, which was a first for them.
“Hmph!” Standing in the battle ring, George scanned the martial artists with disdain.
His eyes narrowed, and a grim smile appeared when he spotted Fenley. Without a word, he raised his hand and
made a throat-slashing gesture in Fenley’s direction.
Fenley glanced at him and then ignored him. He felt that this brash newcomer wasn’t worth his attention. After
all, his target was Glenn.
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