Chapter 297

"Stop right there," Jareth managed to stand, though his face was pale and contorted with pain.

He gulped down a potion that helped him heal faster.

The laughter of people around him was humiliating.

His eyes burned with anger.

"Fantastic," Alex turned and looked at him calmly. "You said you'd give me three moves. That was only the first. There are still two left."

Jareth's vision blurred with rage.

How could Alex expect him to endure more after that devastating blow?

Renault and the others couldn't help but smile wryly.

Jareth's arrogance had led to his downfall. Offering Alex three moves had backfired spectacularly.

Sofie giggled softly. "Alex is so mischievous," she thought.

"You'll pay for this!" he shouted, leaping forward.

He executed a military kick stance aimed at Alex.

The air whistled with the force of his kick.

His strength was around 300, while Alex barely reached 90.

Yet Alex's experience in war was far greater; Jareth's kick was like an amateur bullying a professional.

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