Dusty, a member of Jake's squad, was thirty years old this year, making him the oldest member of their team. He was usually quiet and reserved, rarely speaking. However, when it came to Jake's orders, he followed them to the letter.
Dusty's strength was not on par with Jake and Brenton, and he wasn't as agile as Adrian. However, he was mature and steady, giving off a reassuring feeling. He wouldn't make major mistakes, and he was dedicated during training sessions. It could be said that his combat strength ranked only below Jake and Brenton within the entire squad.
The three of them stood in position, facing the largest number of enemies and the most dangerous situation. Occasionally, Jake would lend a hand to Brenton and Dusty to relieve some of their pressure.
"Get out of the way, I'll handle this!" At this moment, Easton charged forward from behind. His eyes reddened upon seeing Jake.
Easton had been mixing with the uprising for over a year and had faced off against the imperial army multiple times, yet he had never been wounded. However, today, when faced with this makeshift miscellaneous army, he had been injured. This experience was not only difficult for him to accept but also infuriating. He wanted nothing more than to cut down Jake on the spot.
And now, Easton's hatred for Jake intensified further. Because of Jake's presence, his forces couldn't break through the formation of this makeshift army. They couldn't expand their victories, fueling his desire to kill Jake even more.
"Die for me!" Easton arrived in front of Jake, his large knife carrying a powerful gust of wind as he swung it toward Jake. His momentum was full, resembling a fierce tiger descending from the mountain.
Jake also noticed Easton. He knew that the opponent was the leader of this uprising. If he could kill him, not only would the immediate crisis be alleviated, but at least the pressure would be greatly reduced. He had wanted to kill him before, but he hadn't had the chance. Now, the opponent was charging directly at him; naturally, Jake wouldn't dodge. His obsidian longsword swept through the air in a graceful arc, blocking in front of him. The sword and knife clashed, instantly sparking fierce flames.
"Push!" Instead of retracting his large knife, Easton forcefully pressed forward. He hoped to use his own strength to push Jake back.
Easton had confidence in his own strength. He had often compared strength with others before and rarely lost. Jake appeared thin and weak, so he couldn't have much strength, he thought.
However, clearly, Easton had underestimated Jake's strength. With the full set of equipment on his body, Jake's strength had reached a terrifying 176 points. This was definitely not the strength a normal human could possess.
Even though Easton had exerted all his strength, he still couldn't budge Jake a bit. Jake remained unmoved, not even his expression changed. On the other hand, due to overexertion, Easton's face had turned beet red.
How could this be? Easton looked at Jake, whose expression remained calm, not moving an inch. He was full of astonishment. How could Jake possess such immense strength? Was he really stronger than himself?
For Easton, who was confident in his own strength, this was the first time he felt disillusioned with his proud strength.
"It's my turn." While Easton was shocked by Jake's divine strength, Jake suddenly spoke. Easton was slightly taken aback. Then, he felt a heavy blow on his left leg, as if he had been struck by a speeding carriage.
"Crack!" Jake swung his right foot horizontally, hitting Easton's left leg. The immense force directly broke Easton's left foot. The crisp sound of the bone breaking was clear to both Jake and Easton.
"Ah!" Easton let out a miserable scream, his face instantly turning pale from its previously reddened state. Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and due to immense pain, his face became grotesque.
However, it wasn't over yet! Jake's kick might have seemed casual, but he exerted his full strength. After breaking Easton's left leg, the momentum didn't diminish; instead, he kicked Easton's right leg, breaking that as well.
"Ah! It hurts so much!" Easton was usually quite resilient to pain, but having both of his legs kicked and broken was too excruciating. It went beyond his pain threshold, causing him to involuntarily let out a cry of pain.
To be honest, the fact that Easton didn't faint immediately was already quite rare. With both legs broken, he lost his balance, and his strength rapidly dissipated. His body leaned to the side.
Jake's left palm struck Easton's wrist, and a crisp sound followed as Easton's wrist snapped. The large knife in his hand fell to the ground.
"Still want to kill me?" Jake placed the longsword against Easton's neck and asked calmly. At this moment, Easton was already sitting on the ground, his face pale, his eyes lifeless.
Easton had never expected that he would actually encounter the opponent face to face, only to be easily defeated by him. Moreover, he was defeated so miserably. Without needing to investigate, he knew he was finished. Even if he survived today, he would still be crippled. Being a cripple could sometimes be worse than being dead.
Seeing that Easton seemed dazed, Jake bent slightly, grabbed his collar, and lifted him up.
"Your leader has been captured. If you don't want to die, drop your weapons!" Jake held Easton and loudly addressed the uprising soldiers. Facing thousands of them, his expression remained calm, unafraid.
Some of the uprising soldiers were still engaged in combat, while others stared blankly at Easton, who had become a cripple in Jake's hands. For a moment, they found it hard to accept.
Just moments ago, Easton had heroically killed an important commander from the other side. However, in a short span of time, Easton had been captured and crippled. The drastic turn of events was too much to bear. The uprising soldiers, who were just full of morale, found it difficult to cope.
"Your leader has been captured. If you don't want to die, drop your weapons!" Jake spoke again.
This time, more people noticed the situation. Whether from the uprising side or the supply convoy side, they all found this sudden turn of events shocking.
On the once fiercely contested battlefield, it was as if everyone had been struck with a petrification spell. One after another, they stopped their movements. Even those farther away might not have heard Jake's words, but upon seeing Easton in Jake's hands, they were equally stunned.
What's going on? How did their leader get captured? Moreover, it seemed he didn't even resist. What exactly happened? The uprising soldiers stared at Easton in Jake's hands, feeling panicked.