"How... how many?"
"12!"
Even Wang Jing, whose mind was incredibly strong, suddenly became momentarily dazed.
He felt sure he must still be in the Heaven and Earth Secret Realm, dreaming. For a young man who looked no more than twenty, becoming a Grandmaster was shocking enough. Slaying 12 tier-three Mutant Beasts in the Heaven and Earth Secret Realm? Doesn't everyone have the same equipment—a C-grade hand grenade, and a C-grade handgun with 10 specially made bullets? If this boy was a Hua Jing Master, what did that make him? A worthless Grandmaster?
"Grandmaster Jiang has come out."
The Camp Commander's pupils trembled slightly. After Jiang Shu entered the Heaven and Earth Secret Realm, he saw that light-hearted betting post in the Martial Artists' Alliance. As an officer of this military region, he was naturally aware of some accomplishments of Hua Jing Masters. Typically, they only managed to kill 3 to 5 tier-three Mutant Beasts.
