"Sixty-three, sixty-four, sixty-five..." The Steward counted the number of giant bears Lin Xuan was tossing out, cold sweat beading on his forehead. All traces of his earlier mockery had vanished.
They had all thought Lin Xuan had only managed to hunt a single giant bear at the First Layer of the Spirit Refining Stage. Now they knew they were wrong, and the number was still climbing.
Chen Yun's face was ashen. He had come expecting a good show, but now felt as if he'd been ruthlessly slapped across the face. 'No wonder Lin Xuan was able to fight Zhang Qi. Just looking at all these giant bears, you can tell how hard he's been pushing himself these past two months.'
