Chapter 226: One Hit to Win

Chapter 226: One Hit to Win

The bright red color stood out starkly under the sunlight, almost blinding.

Thomas's face turned as white as a sheet, drained of all color.

His body went limp, sliding down the tree trunk to the ground. His eyes were wide open, filled with fear and despair, unable to move.

Thomas had intentionally held back a bit; otherwise, they would have exploded, and that would have been messy.

In a flash, Thomas moved like a ghost to another native holding a spear.

The native was so terrified by the scene that he stood frozen, almost dropping his spear.

Without mercy, Thomas swung a punch, landing heavily on the native's abdomen.

The native let out a painful scream, doubling over in agony.

He clutched his stomach tightly, his face contorted in extreme pain, eyes filled with tears and fear, his body involuntarily flying backward.

He crashed into a tree trunk with a clear, crisp sound, the sound of bones breaking audible.

He too lost the ability to fight back, lying on the ground, groaning in pain.

At this point, the remaining three natives were completely intimidated by Thomas's overwhelming strength.

Their eyes were filled with terror and confusion, their weapons trembling in their hands. Was this even a human? More like a demon.

One of the more timid natives almost collapsed to the ground, while the other two, though trying to hold on, clearly showed signs of fear.

They began to retreat unconsciously, wanting to escape this terrifying place. Why did they come here? Wasn't this just asking for death?

The whole scene happened so quickly that no one had time to react.

Amanda and Sita stood to the side, their eyes wide, mouths slightly open, faces full of shock. They could hardly believe their eyes.

Thomas's strength was so immense that a single punch could severely injure someone, leaving their fate uncertain.

This was something they had never seen before; in their understanding, such power was almost godlike.

And now, Thomas was demonstrating it right in front of them.

Thomas looked at the natives he had rendered powerless, a faint smile on his face. This was the power of the Deer Fruit, truly impressive.

The natives were also stunned by Thomas's actions, stopping their attacks, their faces showing fear, their eyes filled with terror and despair.

They began to realize that the person in front of them was not someone they could handle.

Mary, watching from the tree, silently praised Thomas.

She knew Thomas's strength had reached a new level, and she herself was growing through these challenges.

Deciding not to toy with the natives any longer, she jumped down from the tree, landing steadily beside Thomas. The game was over.

"So, still want to continue?" Mary looked at the natives, her eyes full of disdain and provocation.

Gavin looked at his injured, groaning companions on the ground, then glared fiercely at the two powerful enemies.

His hatred remained undiminished.

But deep down, in his anger-reddened eyes, he knew that from the start, they had no chance of winning this fight.

He gritted his teeth, the muscles in his jaw bulging as if he would crush his teeth.

He spat out, "You just wait, I'll get my revenge!"

His voice, hoarse and twisted with anger, seemed to squeeze out from between his teeth, leaving a trembling echo in the air.

With that, he hurriedly called to the other natives, lifting their injured companions, turning to flee in disgrace.

They wanted nothing more than to escape this place that had stripped them of their dignity. However, Thomas and Mary were not about to let them go so easily.

As the natives hadn't gone far, Thomas, with his keen instincts, sensed something unusual.

He looked up sharply to see the natives who had been holding axes had stopped their panicked retreat.

They were raising their axes and spears high, their eyes showing a hint of desperation and madness.

Like cornered beasts, ready for a final, desperate struggle.

Going back like this, the tribe leader wouldn't spare them.

Thomas's eyes narrowed, and he shouted to Mary, "Mary, keep an eye on Amanda and the others, don't let them get hurt."

His words were brief but firm. Then he charged towards the natives.

His speed was astonishing, leaving shallow footprints and kicking up dust. His strength had grown significantly.

The natives, seeing Thomas rushing at them, panicked but still threw their weapons at him with all their might.

Axes whistled through the air, as if slicing through it, and spears glinted coldly, raining down on Thomas.

But Thomas was unafraid, his eyes showing determination and confidence.

He dodged the flying weapons with ease, then quickly approached an axe still spinning in the air, exuding danger. Thomas swung a punch.

The moment his fist collided with the axe, a dull thud echoed, like two steel beasts clashing, shaking the surrounding air.

The axe shattered into countless pieces under Thomas's powerful blow, fragments flying like fireworks.

Thomas continued, breaking each axe with a single punch, moving like lightning. Soon, all the axes thrown at him lay in pieces on the ground.

His fists were as powerful as bombs, and this was a light display of his strength.

Gavin, seeing this, felt a surge of fear, knowing they were utterly defeated by these two.

These two were too strong, too terrifying, unlike ordinary people. Continuing the fight would mean their end.

He didn't linger any longer, turning to flee faster, the other natives following, running desperately, their faces full of fear and despair.

But how could they outrun Mary? Mary watched their fleeing backs, a cold smile playing on her lips.

That smile was full of disdain and mockery. "Thomas, let me handle this."

She flashed forward, her speed far surpassing the natives, the ground flying past beneath her feet. In no time, she caught up with them.

Thomas smiled, leaving the speed tasks to Mary. He didn't care; she enjoyed it.

Mary sneered, "Think you can leave after offending us? Leave your lives here."

She took a deep breath, trying to gather her strength like Thomas. Then she swung a punch.

This punch carried her anger and power, whistling through the air, aimed directly at a native's back.

The native didn't even have time to react before being hit.