"Great hit!"

"How dare you cause trouble at Sacred Wyrm Summit? You must have a death wish."

"If the referee hadn't held back, that Stormcraft strike would have turned him into dust."

The spectators cheered with applause as Bill was sent flying.

A foreign contestant one who is relatively unknown here should stay low-key to avoid unnecessary trouble.

But when Bill showed up, he immediately started shouting and challenging everyone. He practically asked to be beaten. Did this puny vampire think no one in Dragonmarsh could take him down?

"Curse you, Dragonmarsh martial artists! How dare you ambush me? How cowardly and disgraceful!"

Bill staggered to his feet and gritted his teeth as he seethed in anger. He had planned to make a strong impression and showcase the vampires' might. Instead, his plan backfired, and he was humiliated.

He didn't think it was due to his own weakness; rather, Oron's sudden attack had caught him off guard. Bill was sure that he wouldn't lose in a fair fig