The Strongest Warrior’s Revenge by Valerie Bach

Chapter 366

“Who’s up next?”

Upon hearing Gavin’s voice, the remaining seven individuals snapped out of their shock. The seven of them exchanged glances, and then one of them erupted in a fit of rage.

A stout figure stepped forward at that moment, barely taller than the care he might lean on. His eyes blazed with fury as he glared at Gavin.

You’re begging for death!

“Guy, you’re way too damn arrogant!”

Gavin regarded the short man before him with a quizzical expression.

How the heck dal someone like this become a warrior? Had the early stages of warrior training become this lax? How could someone like him even attempt to make a move? It seemed like he wouldn’t even reach Gavin’s armpit if he jumped up.

The short man thundered at that moment, “Time to meet your maker!”

Then, this group of people charged at Gavin with clenched fists. But in the blink of an eye, Gavin’s figure flickered.

Not only did those seven individuals miss their target entirely, but they also ended up crashing into each other in a chaotic heap.

As they scrambled to their feet, trying to locate Gavin in the chaos, they realized that only six remained. out of the seven who had initially confronted him.

As they anxiously scanned their surroundings, Gavin’s deep voice suddenly emanated from behind them. “So, are you ready to talk now?”

Instantly, all six of them turned around, and to their astonishment, one of their comrades-the short and stout man who had confronted Gavin earlier was suspended in mid-air, held by Gavin’s grip around his throat.

Their shock deepened because they knew their strengths well. Each was a peak celestial warrior, just a step away from becoming a divine warriors.

But when they first laid eyes on Gavin, even though he was in his early twenties, they couldn’t fathom what made him so formidable. Despite any exceptional talent, could he indeed be that powerful? However, the short and stout man could never have imagined that not only did he fail to lay a finger on Gavin during his attack, but also, Gavin had effortlessly lifted one of them by the throat.

Had Gavin indeed reached such incredible levels of strength?

The stout man being held by Gavin was struggling to breathe, his face turning beet red and his entire body trembling.

Gavin so unbelievably

possibly meet my end here today. At least I had comrades with me. However, I felt utterly helpless, as if an acupressure point had paralyzed me. Before long, I’d likely suffocate, and I wondered what

eye contact

that if he spilled Gavin’s secrets, Gavin might

silent, Gavin wouldn’t show mercy. Because Gavin would never allow anyone the opportunity to threaten him.

for what seemed like an eternity, he spoke softly, “Aren’t you going

muffled sound, the stout man suddenly rolled

gaze again toward the remaining six individuals

next one?”

boast or dare to hurl insults at

comrades meet their demise at Gavin’s hands in such a

to grip them individually as they gazed at Gavin standing

been dismissed as an accident or overconfidence, but the

one of the men, dressed in black with a wristwatch, exchanged glances with his bespectacled companion. Their eyes communicated their thoughts:

might all

if we make a run for

Gavin, there might

head, lost in thought for a while, then nodded at

men, furrowed his brow, and

it from here when the moment

the time for

it out alive, we can figure things out

one wearing the wristwatch

of them had a common

stayed and fought, they’d meet the same grisly end as their unfortunate comrades who had fallen to

what they desired,

of them turned on

but shake his head in resignation. Why were

genuinely believe they

help but think they were wasting their time fleeing instead of facing the inevitable and allowing a chance for redemption and a fresh start.

made this so needlessly complicated,