Beckett’s team members charged forward with knives, each looking fierce and unstoppable.
Quentin’s side did not back down either, with Khan leading his men into the fray.
The audience was anxious for their Miao Village contestants, praying and shouting for them.
The scene was intense, with both sides engaged in fierce combat. There were one-on-one fights, many against one, and few against many.
Quentin remained unmoved, standing still. Gradually, people started getting injured and bleeding profusely. Some fell to the ground, unable to get up, while others forfeited the match midway.
The fighters were seeing red, slashing and stabbing at each other. Some even shot arrows from a distance, injuring many.
The battle reached a fever pitch with no clear winner. Khan was facing off against Beckett, as they had for years.
“Beckett, today I will avenge my brother’s crippled legs!” Khan shouted, brandishing a large knife, exuding a wild aura.
“Hah! Blame your brother for being useless. Today, I’ll cripple your legs too, so you can keep him company!” Beckett sneered arrogantly.
“Arrogant fool, prepare to die!” Khan roared, striding forward and swinging his knife heavily at Beckett.
Beckett didn’t dodge. He raised his Miao Blade to meet Khan’s strike. The impact was so strong that Beckett’s hands hurt, forcing him to kneel on one knee and retreat several steps.
Summoning all his strength, Beckett deflected the knife and pushed Khan back. He then lunged forward with the speed of a tiger, aiming a slash at Khan’s abdomen.
Beckett moved so quickly that Khan couldn’t react in time to defend himself and had to dodge desperately. They brushed past each other in an instant.
Khan’s side was still slashed. He knelt on the ground, clutching his bleeding wound, his clothes soaked in blood.
“Haha, Khan, just like every year, you’re still a loser!” Beckett mocked.
“Beckett! Don’t get cocky! Ugh…” Khan growled, pain radiating from his abdomen.
“I’ve spared you every year, but you never learn. This time, I’ll cripple your legs!” Beckett laughed coldly and rushed at Khan with his knife.
“Then let’s settle this once and for all!” Khan gritted his teeth and stood up slowly, charging at Beckett with his knife.
They fought back and forth for an unknown amount of time without a clear victor. Due to excessive blood loss, Khan’s strength waned, and he was overpowered by Beckett.
Quentin watched the fight from the sidelines, never moving an inch as if everything had nothing to do with him.
At that moment, a young Black Miao man in the distance aimed an arrow at Quentin. Beckett had arranged for his men to shoot Quentin from afar, knowing that a hidden arrow is hard to guard against.
“Die,” the young man sneered and released the arrow with full force. It flew towards Quentin’s back like a lightning bolt.
“Insignificant insect,” Quentin had already sensed it. He turned slowly and caught the flying arrow with his bare hand. He then threw it back at the young man with even greater speed.
The young man couldn’t dodge in time. Quentin’s arrow hit him squarely between the eyes, piercing through his skull.
The young man died instantly, eyes wide open in disbelief, blood streaming from his orifices as he fell lifeless to the ground.
“Gasp!”
In that instant, the crowd erupted in shock. Quentin had caught an arrow with his bare hand and killed the attacker in return. His ruthless skill left everyone breathless.
Even Beckett, who was fighting Khan, was stunned by this display. Catching an arrow barehanded was beyond his capability.
“Distracted? Die now!” While Beckett was lost in thought, Khan slashed at him fiercely. Beckett snapped back to reality and hastily raised his Miao Blade to block but was forced back several steps by Khan’s strike.
Seeing this, Khan’s morale soared. He roared and charged at Beckett again with all his might.
Beckett smirked coldly and advanced instead of retreating, delivering a powerful slash of his own.
Their blades clashed, and Khan’s knife shattered under Beckett’s blow. Khan was shocked.
Beckett sneered and continued his attack. His Miao Blade struck Khan’s chest before he could dodge. Khan’s eyes rolled back as he spat blood and collapsed.
Beckett then turned his gaze to Quentin, his face twisted with rage and eyes bloodshot. He walked towards Quentin step by step, feeling an inexplicable thrill inside him. With a sinister smile, he said, “Now it’s your turn!”