George's brutal treatment of Jermaine's body had already stirred up a lot of anger. As he stepped into the battle ring again, the spectators booed and cursed at him.

"Ugh! Just seeing this bastard makes me sick. I want to kill him."

"Disgusting heartless scum!"

"He got away with it last time, but now he's facing the Grand Sorceress of the Mystic Arts Order. Let's see how he dies."

The spectators were furious as they shouted and cursed at George, but he didn't care. His eyes were locked on Abigail, and his lips curled into a wicked grin. He couldn't hide the lust in his gaze. "Tsk, tsk… Hey, gorgeous. Fighting is a man's job. As a woman, your duty is to bear children."

His eyes roamed over her as he grinned wider. "Unfortunately, Dragonmarsh martial artists are weaklings. They don't have what it takes to satisfy someone like you. But I can guarantee you'll experience pure pleasure with me," he said and laughed heartily.

His words were like a spark that ignited a wildfire, causing