596 Club 2

The arena was filled with commotion while Serena screamed and ran out of the door. A large group of noisy onlookers ran outside and gathered around Quentin's body while she remained on the ground.

Quentin's face was pale while she lay on the ground. She tried to stand but was unable to hold herself up.

She had only suffered cramps but had not fractured any bones. Garen knew not to overdo his actions and had only planned to strike her attack position lightly to reprimand her.

Garen shrugged his shoulders and walked towards the doorway nonchalantly despite the hostile gaze of the crowd.

"You went a little too far." A muscular figure blocked his path.

It belonged to one of the two coaches that had been training them earlier.

He was a white man whose golden hair was swept back in tall peaks. His arms and legs were filled with taut muscles and a short beard grew below his chin. Meanwhile, his eyes were staring daggers into Garen.