Hank felt a chill run down his spine when he glanced at Jeremiah, the man who killed without mercy.

Even the formidable Dusk Titan and Shadow Prince showed signs of caution around Jeremiah, and it was clear why. If they were regarded as beasts, then Jeremiah, known as The Dust of Angel, was the ultimate beast.

With someone of Jeremiah's caliber involved, the martial artists of Dragonmarsh would likely face an unprecedented calamity.

"Hank, are you satisfied with these three allies?" Bailey asked, grinning.

"Satisfied? I'd say more than that! With their support, victory in the Combat Tournament is practically guaranteed!" Hank replied confidently.

He used to have doubts because he recognized the exceptional talents of Dragonmarsh. But now, his confidence was on the rise.

After all, the Hall of Gods, the Coven of Blood Eclipse, and the Holy Sovereign Church had deployed their strongest elites. They had effectively united forces from several nations to suppress Dragonmarsh. With thi