Chapter 11: The Butcher’s Miracle
"A team of five Energy Gathering cultivators brought that thing in this morning," Borin continued, his tone laced with a challenge, oblivious to Rhys’s inner turmoil.
"It took them half a day to kill it, and two of them lost their lives. Its hide can deflect normal steel blades. If you can so much as make a clean cut through one of its scales, I’ll give you a chance. If not, get out of my sight."
This was enough to create a terrible premonition in Rhys.
Two Tier 2 cultivators had lost their lives fighting a single Stage 1 Feral, and it had taken them half a day.
What if more such monsters emerged?
Energy Gathering cultivators were the backbone of any family. The Ashtons had only fifteen elders in Tier 2.
The death of such powerful members was a huge blow, but the possibility of a beast tide filled with such monsters terrified him even more.
"What? Scared already?" Borin sneered, though his eyes showed disappointment.
It was an impossible test for a Tier 1 cultivator, but Borin had expected the mysterious young man before him to at least try.
That way, even if the boy couldn’t cut the carcass, he could act as if he were doing him a favour and hire him.
After all, the Dismantling Center truly lacked manpower.
"Should I start?" Rhys simply asked, moving closer to the monster carcass.