George saw Saint Julian still glaring at him and immediately added another kick. With a thud, a sixty-yard foot landed squarely on Saint Julian's back. Saint Julian's face twisted in pain, but he did not let out a single scream.
Allison hurriedly stopped him and shouted, "My turn! This old bastard has to be dealt with by me!" He grabbed Saint Julian by the collar and slapped him across the face. Saint Julian's already swollen and bruised face instantly blossomed with fresh injuries. With a smack, Saint Julian collapsed unconscious onto the ground. George smiled and called out, "This old beast took one more slap than last time."
Several medical staff immediately began injecting Saint Julian with healing fluid to help him recover from his injuries. Julian wore a broad smile as he said, "Saint Garling, however impressive you were at God Valley, that's how miserable you'll be now. Hahaha!"
Kuma and Dragon had just watched George and Allison make their moves, and both had dark expressions. Yet when they remembered the innocent civilians of God Valley and the hundred thousand slaves who had all become victims of Saint Garling's slaughter, the anger on their faces grew even stronger.
While Saint Julian was receiving treatment, Saint Roswald had already gone numb from watching. He knew the rules and the order: Saint Julian was always beaten first every day, and once Saint Julian could no longer endure it and passed out, it would be his turn. Seeing George's cold smile, he immediately begged, "Grandpa George, go easier on me. I'm an old man—I really can't take it anymore. Please spare me just for today!" His face was full of terror. In his eyes, George was like a great demon king.
George looked thrilled as he shouted, "You old beast, you want