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Chapter 746 - 746 392 Actual Strength (4000) _1

Chapter 746: 392 Actual Strength (4000) _1 Chapter 746: 392 Actual Strength (4000) _1 Casio calmly picked up the teacup, took a sip, and slowly put it down.

He turned his head to look at Hebu, who gave a slight nod.

“That’s fair enough, indeed it is time to measure one’s strength.”

Casio rose directly from the sofa, looked at Butcher Krogg, and made a gesture inviting him to a fight: “This gentleman, please.”

“Oh?” Krogg was surprised and raised his eyebrows. He didn’t expect Casio to directly challenge him, and he was calm. It seemed not as if Krogg was testing Casio’s strength, but the other way around.

“Challenging big brother Krogg? Hebu, your disciple is really confident…I haven’t seen such a confident young man in a long time…”

Wind Whispering Eileen couldn’t help but speak. She didn’t finish her sentence, which was whether he was a bit too confident?

All present were elderly hunters whose strength was long past its peak. But they were once Shadow Hunters of the Hunters Association. Especially Butcher Krogg, who was the number one Shadow Hunter twenty years ago, and was almost the most powerful Holy Light of the Hunters Association.

During his twenty years as a Shadow Hunter, he led the team to suppress four super-class supernatural events, hunting down three Hazard Spirit-level dark creatures. And in the Battle of Dawn Valley, he actually succeeded in capturing a Hazard Spirit-Level alive.

Even though he is now aged and weakened, Butcher Krogg can be said to be the strongest among all present. Those three Dark Gold Level hunters chosen by various forces for support may not necessarily benefit from Krogg. Casio wanted to spar with the seniors, but he chose the strongest.

“Good, let’s have a try. My old bones haven’t been active for a long time. Let’s go directly to the closed combat field of the Association.”

Krogg smiled. His thinking was not the same as Eileen’s. Krogg admired young people with vitality. In his view, young people should be prominent in order to become a good hunter.

All the old hunters present stood up. They all rushed to the Hunters Association this time. They were there to back Hebu’s disciple and it was also a rare gathering. Nothing is more interesting than testing the juniors.

Iron-face Jim and War Blade Kames also showed interested expressions.

In their view, this was a teaching from the elders to the juniors, passing on their experienced skills to these young men who were new to the world. If possible, after Krogg finishes, the two of them also wanted to go up and impart experience.

To test how much weight do these young hunters carry?

Krogg walked in front leading the way, with Casio following him. Jim and Kames are in the middle, with Hebu and Eileen at the back. When descending the stairs, Hebu suddenly said to Eileen: “You were wrong just now. He is not my disciple. I can’t teach him…”

Having said that, Hebu went straight down the stairs, his gray hair swaying slightly.

Leaving Eileen standing there, somewhat astonished: “What does that mean?”

Five minutes later, the building next to the public gymnasium and across the street from the mission hall. Six people went straight to the innermost part.

This is a wooden dojo. The walls are made of yellow wooden boards, and the surface is painted with a layer of glossy palm oil. At the center of the dojo, the arena is spacious.

On the left, a burly old man in grey clothes stood still.

Opposite him, a youth dressed as an ordinary hunter stood quietly.

In a corner of the dojo, four silhouettes gathered together.

Jim, dressed in a suit and wearing a top hat, gave off a mysterious and dangerous air. He was the youngest of the old hunters and did not exude the air of late maturity. Jim was quite interested in this spar.

“Kames, how many moves do you think this kid can hold under Krogg’s attacks?” Jim turned his head and asked Kames who had been silent.

“Within twenty moves, probably.” Kames’ voice was hoarse and low.

“Oh? So high praise? In my opinion, at most ten moves…”

Jim raised his eyebrows, seemingly not very agreeable.

“Krogg will show mercy. There is no need to use the killing skills used against dark creatures for teaching juniors.” Kames slowly said.

“That’s true.” Jim nodded: “By the way, do you want to go up afterward and teach the juniors with me? I haven’t taken a disciple yet, just perfect to use one of Hebu’s disciples to try out, to prepare for the future…”

“No.” Kames shook his head, his right eye as black as an ink.

“You know me. I find it hard to hold back when I spar. I can’t control my strength like you. Maybe I would accidentally kill the person…”

After he finished speaking, he stretched out his only intact right hand and pointed at the temple.

Obviously Kames has been severely invaded by disasters. He is fine usually, but once he enters a battle mode, he will lose his mind and frenzy.

“Alright.” Jim shrugged and looked at the arena in the distance.

In the center of the dojo, the sunlight pouring in from the high windows was particularly abundant.

Krogg looked at Casio. He was not in a hurry to do it, but opened his mouth to speak: “That old fellow Hebu had never taken disciples before. I thought he was planning to take his battle skills to the grave. Unexpectedly, at this time, he has a legacy and even gave you the Honor Badge…”

“I’m sorry, although I don’t want to explain it. But Hebu is not my teacher, nor have I inherited his legacy.” Casio stepped slightly forward, and he stood halfway in the sunlight.