Chapter 33: Choosing the master [1]

Kale wiped off his bloody hands with a fresh cloth after he was done saving the Red Tail Raccoon, and heaved a sigh of relief. He found his clothes were again drenched in sweat under the pressure. But a smile gradually formed on his lips.

Because he was satisfied with the result of it, and, honestly speaking, this really was an assessment that tested his nerve, one small mistake for a single second, and he would be done for. The Beast would have died.

Suddenly, at this moment, a soft laughter reverberated from the platform of the three judges. When Kale finally looked in that direction, he found to his surprise that the one who was laughing was not the Toolcraft or Pillcraft Grandmasters, but rather it was the Fleshcraft Master.

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