Garen saw how quickly the newcomer was moving. After a moment's hesitation, he turned and flew away, pretending to flee.
"Hmph, kid. You think you can escape me, Oliver? Dream on."
Oliver accelerated at once and quickly caught up with Garen.
His hazy blade flashed, and after a few moves, he forced Garen back.
"I'm willing to leave the Demacia Empire. I'll go right now."
Garen spoke hurriedly, his voice tinged with panic.
"Hmph, kid. You've only just realized the situation, but it's too late. The lord wants your head."
Oliver sneered.
"You've pushed me too far!"
Garen seemed to go berserk. He dodged Jacob's attacks while trading blows with Oliver.
Still, he was beaten back again and again, blood pouring from his mouth.
"Damn it, I'm making too great a sacrifice here. If I weren't trying to secure the first Mid-level God kill, I'd have already taken you two idiots down."
Garen cursed inwardly, though his face showed utter despair.
They were about to force him toward the main group.
Oliver and Jacob seemed frustrated that they still hadn't managed to take down a kid who had only just become a Low-level God. They exchanged a glance, apparently reaching an understanding, then unleashed their ultimate moves.
"This ends now."
Oliver and Jacob launched their strongest attacks from opposite directions, determined to kill Garen in one blow.
"Pfft!"
Garen spat out a mouthful of blood, his body "happening" to fly backward toward the crowd. His aura weakened considerably.
"Hm?"
Adway furrowed his brows. Seeing Garen, covered in blood, about to crash into him, he waved an arm as if swatting away a fly, afraid Garen would dirty his clothes.
"Now!"
Garen seized the perfect opportunity.
His Fire-style Divine Clone suddenly shot out of his body, and his divine power fused