Khan was defeated, boosting Beckett’s morale. Quentin’s side was immediately suppressed, with countless fighters falling to the ground.
Quentin’s team had very few members left, even the Guard Squad from White Miao Village were severely injured, and the odds were heavily in Beckett’s favor.
“If this continues, Quentin is in serious trouble!” Cerys said worriedly.
“The other side has more people. How can Quentin turn the tide alone? No matter how strong he is, he can’t fight so many at once!”
The people of White Miao Village were all concerned for Quentin’s safety.
The leaders of various Miao Villages at the Chieftain Base Camp were both happy and worried. Patriarch Rodney and Wizard Eric looked exceptionally anxious. They hoped Quentin could perform another miracle, but it seemed unlikely, and they were more worried about Quentin’s life.
Wesley sipped his tea leisurely, as if he could already see Beckett making Quentin wish for death. The first place in the Big Game still belonged to their Black Miao Village!
Beckett stood about ten meters away from Quentin. They locked eyes; Beckett was full of killing intent, while Quentin remained calm.
Beckett’s team had driven back Quentin’s team; those who fell stayed down, those injured remained injured, and those who surrendered had already given up.
Now only Quentin was left, surrounded by Beckett and his men.
“Webb, you’re isolated now. You can’t escape! Just wait for your death!” Beckett sneered.
“Just you guys?” Quentin laughed coldly. To him, Beckett’s group was nothing.
“Hah, still talking tough when you’re about to die. Everyone, attack! Remember to leave him alive; I want to finish him off myself!”
Beckett pointed his knife at Quentin, and his men immediately charged at Quentin with their knives.
They were all bloodthirsty; as long as they took down Quentin, Black Miao Village would easily claim first place, and they would continue to receive Black Miao Village’s protection.
Facing the attack of more than a dozen people, Quentin remained silent, his expression icy. He moved with the grace of a dragon and the strength of a tiger, his actions swift and decisive.
He grabbed one of them by the hand, snatched his spear, and kicked him ten meters away, breaking several ribs and causing him to spit blood, almost killing him.
Quentin wielded the spear, sweeping in all directions like a war god descended to earth.
The dozen attackers were all defeated in an instant, writhing in pain on the ground with broken limbs.
The entire crowd gasped in amazement; Quentin was too powerful, defeating so many in an instant!
Even Wesley at the Chieftain Base Camp almost choked on his tea.
Now only Beckett and Quentin remained. Beckett was stunned.
“This… how is this possible?!” Beckett exclaimed in disbelief.
“Nothing is impossible. Didn’t you say you wanted to kill me? Now’s your chance.” Quentin sneered.
“Hah, you think I’m afraid of you? Die!”
Beckett charged forward swiftly, swinging his knife.
Quentin remained calm, standing still as he waited for Beckett’s attack.
Beckett used all his strength in his strike, his eyes bloodshot with the desire to kill Quentin.
He needed to regain his lost honor; being defeated by Quentin multiple times was a lifelong shame. As long as he killed Quentin himself, he would still be the strongest in Miao Territory!
But reality was cruel. Quentin sneered and caught Beckett’s full-force strike between his fingers.
The entire crowd was dumbfounded. Was this a joke? He blocked Beckett’s knife with just his fingers?
Beckett was also shocked. He tried with all his might to pull out the knife, but it wouldn’t budge. Quentin held the Miao Blade firmly between his fingers.
“What? Is this all you’ve got?” Quentin sneered.
“Die!” Beckett snarled, face twisted in rage. He let go of the Miao Blade and pulled a dagger from his waist, aiming for Quentin’s abdomen.
Everyone thought Quentin couldn’t dodge in time, but he reacted quickly, sidestepping and grabbing Beckett’s head, slamming it into the ground so hard that half of Beckett’s face sank into the earth.
Beckett grimaced in pain, blood seeping from his mouth. He struggled desperately but to no avail. He gritted his teeth and continued to stab at Quentin with the dagger.
“Ant,” Quentin said coldly, gripping Beckett’s attacking hand tightly and crushing it until the bones shattered. The dagger fell from Beckett’s hand.
Beckett screamed in agony. Quentin lifted him with one hand, his expression icy as he looked into Beckett’s eyes like staring into an abyss.
Quentin delivered a heavy punch to Beckett’s abdomen, almost sinking his fist into Beckett’s body. Beckett’s eyes bulged in pain, veins popping out as he nearly vomited everything he had eaten and drunk.
Beckett was too weak to even scream. Quentin threw him to the ground like garbage.
“You said you liked breaking people’s legs? Let me help you today.”
Quentin smiled wickedly.
Beckett’s face showed panic and fear. This time he was truly scared; Quentin looked like a god of death. He should never have provoked this demon!
“What are you doing? If you touch me, my father is the Chieftain! He won’t let you go!” Beckett crawled backward in terror.
“Hah, even if your father were here today, he couldn’t save you!”
Quentin sneered coldly, looking down at him mercilessly. He stomped on Beckett’s leg, shattering the bone with a loud crack.
“Hiss!”
The entire crowd shivered; Quentin’s methods were too ruthless. At this rate, Beckett would be crippled for life!
Cerys and others were horrified; they had never seen Quentin so full of killing intent, like a demon god.
Wesley at the Chieftain Base Camp couldn’t sit still any longer. If this continued, his son would be bedridden for life. Wesley left his seat and headed straight for the Combat Arena, followed by other Miao Village leaders.
Beckett cried out in pain, grabbing Quentin’s foot desperately but to no avail.
“Don’t worry; there’s still one more leg,” Quentin said calmly.
“No! No!” Beckett wailed.
Quentin said nothing, focusing on Beckett’s other leg.
Just as Quentin was about to stomp on Beckett’s other leg, an arrow whistled through the air!
Quentin reacted swiftly, dodging the arrow easily.
Wesley and other Miao Village leaders rushed to stand between Quentin and Beckett.
Wesley looked furious, eyes red with anger. “You wretch! Let him go!”