Lord George raised his ss at Wilbur, and Wilbur cheered back with his. Then, they both drank and put their drinks down. Wilbur asked, "Lord George, are you implying that I should kill Mister March in tomorrow''s battle?"


    "Horst March deserves to die, but I want the world to know that he will die over his arrogance. I also want the March family to know who''s in charge of Walker Town. Horst and his brother, Marco, have the same personality. They are both too arrogant. Horst is much more reserved as the eldest son of the March family, but he''s the vengeful type. For tomorrow''s battle, all you need to do is defeat him and let him go when he surrenders. I think Horst won''t surrender, so you''ll have a reason to kill him if he fights back. You can easily kill him by then," replied George.


    Wilbur said in a puzzled tone, "But... Horst March is a Middle Guard, and his goal must be the position of Senior Guard if he''s joining the challenge. I think his cultivation might not be inferior to mine."


    "Ha. Don''t worry. The March family received the suggestion of an expert this time. I heard that the March family got their hands on an amazing pill. Their cultivation can increase for two thousand years after swallowing the pill within a short time. However, the pill can onlyst ten minutes. ording to the rules of the tournament, no pill can be taken in the arena. So, Horst must be hiding the pill inside his mouth. If you see a sudden surge in his energy, stall for ten minutes. Horst will suffer from the bacsh after ten minutes, and you will be able to kill him by then."


    "Um... Alright," Wilbur responded.


    Wilbur felt helpless because he did not want to offend the March family over the battle. However, things escted at that point, and he could not back out anymore.


    The March family was asking for it. Marco''s death had nothing to do with him, Kaden also died because he was overconfident and used a hidden weapon. Wilbur felt that if the March family wanted revenge, they would get what they deserved.


    Wilbur returned to his room to rest after eating and drinking his fill. As he meditated, scenes from the fierce battle with Kaden in the arena yed back in his mind. He recalled how Kaden awakened his bloodline and transformed into a werewolf, with each of his attacks being brutal and vicious. Those moments remained vivid in his memory.


    Suddenly, he thought of something. Since Kaden could awaken his bloodline, can Wilbur awaken his too?


    Wilbur felt deeply uncertain about his origins. The crimson dragon head mark on his back always aided him in critical moments, leading him to believe that he might have a significant connection to the dragon n. He wondered if he was possibly a descendant of the dragon n, with their bloodline coursing through his veins.


    However, it seemed too fantastical. Wilbur tried many times to channel his dragon aura into the dragon head mark on his back, after all. He had never been able to trigger the mysterious power contained within it.


    The mysterious power seemed to have no resonance with his dragon aura, which led Wilbur to suspect that the dragon head mark on his back might just be a special seal. Much like the seal left to him by Kaiser Fern, it might be binding a unique energy within his body.


    The next morning, after having breakfast in the dining hall, Lord George offered to apany Wilbur to thepetition venue. Wilbur did not refuse, realizing that since his identity as a dragon n cultivator had been exposed, there was no point in hiding it.


    The two of them arrived at the arena and realized it was packed with arge crowd. The number of spectators that day far exceeded the crowd of the previous day. As soon as the crowd noticed that Wilbur had arrived with Lord George, the atmosphere suddenly erupted with excitement.


    "Look, it''s Lord George!"


    "I can''t believe Wilbur Penn is with Lord George."