Bam!!
Garen smacked Jamie’s shoulder with his palm, and sent him flying out mercilessly, falling hard onto the grass nearby.
"Too weak."
He shook his head, sweeping his gaze over the five people lying on the floor.
"That’s how much you’ve progressed over the past week?"
The disappointment on his face was plainly evident.
Too scary…
Quentin tried her best to prop up her body, but her legs kept shaking, as though cramped.
That figure in the middle of the arena was like a demon god, completely unbeatable!
They had lost track of how many times they had pounced at him, but the result every time was exactly the same, the agonizing, cramp-like shivers had become an image to represent Garen’s reputation.
Even Dahm, whose nerves were the numbest, lowered his head and refused to look Garen in the eye.
