In the corner of the stands, Jeremiah watched with a frown as the mangled mess George lay in the battle ring. His expression was somber.

He knew exactly how strong George was. Compared to the flashy Bill, George was in a league of his own.

With his exceptional talent and genetic modifications, George's physical strength, defense, and speed had reached the absolute limits of human capability. Even Dragonmarsh's grandmaster martial artists would struggle to last a single round against him.

Yet, he couldn't believe Abigail had taken down the invincible George. And not just defeated, but beaten to a pulp with fists. He wouldn't have believed it if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes.

"This is giving me a headache." Jeremiah narrowed his eyes as his face darkened. He had known the mission would be challenging, but he hadn't anticipated it to be this tough.

They had started as a team of three. But now, halfway through the tournament, he was the only one left. The pressure was intense.