Garry and others' fighting capacity was strong, but their physical strength was limited. If two ordinary people fought with each other, they might be tired and breathless in less than two minutes, not to mention fighting a high- intensity fight at this level. After all, they would use all their strength in each punch and kick.
Soon, Garry, who had fought several people in a row before, could not hold on at all, and his punches were soft and powerless.
Garry's state was soon noticed by the other side. The key point was that in the battle, the opponents focused on Garry, which made Baron and others unable to fight back.
"Look, his strength is very ordinary." The young man next to Anna shook his head. "He's not as good as the two bodyguards behind me."
The young man motioned to his back with his lips. Behind him stood two strong black men. Each of them looked steadily forward. Although they stood straight, it could be seen that they had looked down on all the mercenaries in the hall with disdain in their eyes.
Anna smiled. "You're the precious son of the general. How could the people he arranged for you be bad? You know, these two people came from Demon Training, which is known as the birthplace of the Reapers. If they can pass the training, they would become one of the Reapers. That's the highest honour."
"Hmph." The youth pursed his lips. "What Reapers? Isn't that Radiant Island destroyed? Just a piece of sh*t."
Anna, who had been smiling like a flower, suddenly changed her face. She said to the young man in a low voice, "Mind your wording. Even the general doesn't dare to disrespect Radiant Island!"
"He doesn't? Why would he fight for the mine then? Who doesn't know that it belongs to Radiant Island?" The young man didn't seem to care at all.
"Of course, there's a special reason for this. You have to remember clearly that people like us are not qualified to discuss Radiant Island, even if the island has sunk." Anna stared at the young man with a warning look in her eyes.
"All right, all right, I know. You can make a big fuss about everything." The young man waved his hand irritably and then pointed to the two mercenary teams who were fighting in the hall. "Let's watch the monkey show."
Baron and a few others had fought with several mercenary teams in a row, and their physical strength had been exhausted by 70%. It could be seen that their moves now were no longer as fierce as they were at the beginning.
Meanwhile, in the entire hall, there were at least 16 or 17 mercenary groups eyeing them covetously.
After Baron and his men defeated another mercenary team, they all stood there, panting. Even Baron himself was tired.
"What should we do? They still have a lot of people. If we go on like this, we won't be able to hold on." Garry was sweating all over. When he wiped off a handful of sweat, his forehead was immediately covered with sweat again.
"There's nothing we can do. We have no choice but to endure." Helen gritted her teeth.
Shawn and Quintin didn't even say a word and took the opportunity to restore their physical strength. They had already seen that there was a mercenary team and they would come over soon.
Amanda, the female member, had the worst physical strength. At this time, both of her legs were trembling. This showed that her muscles had been exhausted.
"I hope we can scare them. Otherwise, if they all come up, we may really lose today," Baron said.
Queenie looked at Henry, who was standing by the side, holding a turkey leg in his hand. She whispered, "Syl, come and help us. We are together. If we lose here today, it won't do you any good."
"You are stupid. Why do you want to pull me into this?" Henry rolled his eyes.
"What do you mean?" Queenie frowned.
Henry pointed to the mercenaries in the hall and said, "Take a look for yourself. How many people are there? If I beat them one by one, I'll die of exhaustion."
"What should we do? They are all targeting us!" Queenie felt a little wronged.
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