Chapter: 1191

Joel splashed madly in the lake, trying to reach the lake’s edge as fast as he could.

By then, those from the Glenstead martial arts alliance were already complaining and looking at Joel in disdain.

It was one thing to lose in a fight. But to run away before the match even started was an act of cowardice and very much looked down upon.

"What’s wrong, Joel? Why are you running away?" Brutus Grint looked at Joel with displeasure, obviously unhappy with his actions.

"Joel, are you giving up even before the match has started? This is truly shameful!" Daniel Grint grumbled.

"I wouldn’t have escaped if I had a choice, master! But I don’t stand a chance against that person!"

Joel looked like he was about to cry, his eyes full of fear.

"He-h-he’s the monster who injured me so badly two days ago!"

"What? It was him?"

Brutus frowned. Daniel and the others were also terrified by what they heard.

"Let’s go back, master! I’m withdrawing from the tournament this year!" Joel sounded like he was almost in tears. The traumatizing experience he had been through several days ago haunted him like a nightmare.

He boasts of his exceptional talent and outstanding martial arts skills. He had never been defeated since he made a name for himself.

That night he never expected to run into two monsters.

The first monster was a lady who beat him up so badly with a teacup alone that he threw up blood.

Then, a man showed up, and he was even more terrifying. The man nearly killed him with his bare hands!

Since that night, his confidence and pride were completely ruined. He felt as if a shadow figure towered over him in his mind.

Thus, when he saw Dustin, he was scared to the point of fleeing without regard for his pride.

"Don’t worry, Joel. What happened the other night was just an accident. Maybe your eyes were just playing tricks on you!"

After Brutus reassured Joel, he turned and exchanged a glance with Daniel.

"Dan, bring Joel to change into a dry set of clothes. Get him a cup of hot tea while you’re at it. That should calm his nerves."

"Sure." Daniel helped Joel, whose legs were still shaking, into a nearby courtyard villa.

"Mr. Grint, your disciple is quite disappointing!" Conrad Melling said with a dark expression. He did not hide his disapproval.

"I have not taught him well. Please forgive me, Sir Melling." Brutus flashed him an awkward smile.

"Forget it. The tournament will still go on without him. Anyway, we will certainly win the tournament this year." Conrad could not be bothered with such trivial matters.

Their three remaining candidates were all stronger and better than Joel. There was no doubt that those three would win.