"Next one, Maxwell Gillette."
With that call out, the academy training grounds suddenly went quiet.
A second later, the sound of laughter started up. Even the Dukes on stage had a look as if they were watching a cody show.
"Previously, the trash servant; now it’s the trash boss’s turn. The results will definitely be the sa, and not a single spawned beast was killed, resulting in 0 points."
"It’s best not to co out and disgrace yourself."
"I bet he has beco accustod to losing all this ti and doesn’t even know what sha is anymore."
All these discussions started up and they were all ridiculing Maxwell.
However, so junior mbers remained silent and stared steadily, like soldiers, as Maxwell walked up.
On top of the stage, Fargo narrowed his eyes with a cold intent and muttered: "You actually didn’t die!"
In the eyes of Maxwell, Fargo’s na now appeared red to him.
"Eden is filled with many dangers and he hasn’t died yet; this kid’s life is truly lucky. But just coming out alive is no use; did he think he would turn things around like that?" Duke Mario gently laughed.
Sebastian continued looking with a face filled with disdain.
Maxwell being alive had slightly shocked him, but the threat behind Maxwell was much less when compared to Duke Collin.
Within the academy training grounds. Maxwell walked up in an unhurried manner.
McCollin coldly laughed before blocking Maxwell’s path. He then said with disdain: "There’s no need for a piece of trash to show up just for fun. Since it’s only going to be 0 points, stop wasting everyone’s ti."
His face oozed a look of superiority. His pair of eyes looked like they were saying everyone was beneath him. He had broken the Gillette Household historical record and would absolutely get this year’s entrance competition first place.
His reputation and his status would rise from the Gillette Household influence. Once he gets that upgrade elent, his cultivation will increase another step. Next year, he will be qualified to participate in the seniors selection process, and it won’t be too long before he will beco an external senior mber with them.
Thinking about this made McCollin show even more disdain on his face. If it weren’t for so many people around, he would have already booted Maxwell out of the academy training grounds.
The corner of Maxwell’s lips curved into a smile as he weaved around McCollin completely ignoring him.
This caused an ugly look to appear on McCollin’s face.
Just as he was about to explode, Maxwell turned around with a smile and said with interest: "What if I manage to accumulate so points?"
McCollin then replied: "If you manage to accumulate more than ten..."
Not waiting for McCollin to finish, Maxwell interrupted: "What if my accumulated points are higher than yours?"
"Hahaha... Maxwell, did your brains go bonkers? Your accumulated points will be higher than mine? I’m the person who has broken the Gillette Household record in the past century. If you even manage to get 10 points..." McCollin said in extre disdain.
Without allowing him to finish the sentence, Maxwell once again interrupted: "Enough of the bullshit. What if my accumulated points are higher than yours?"
McCollin’s eyes changed before yelling out: "If your accumulated points are higher than mine, you can do whatever you want to . But... if your points are lower than mine, then you will have to kneel down and call your heir."
"Are you sure you will keep your word?" Maxwell asked seriously.
McCollin imdiately replied: "Of course. A piece of trash like you wants to scare ? You think I’ll back off easily?"
Maxwell waved his hand at Constantine. Who ran up and smiled foolishly, "Sir Maxwell, what do you need?"
Maxwell playfully said: "Constantine, do you need to take a dump?"
Constantine shook his head, "This one just took one not too long ago and nothing will co out. What do you need shit for boss?"
"For soone to eat." Maxwell smiled and said: "Constantine, go and get so shit. It has to be fresh as in it just ca out piping hot. If it’s not fresh, I don’t want it, you understand?"
Constantine’s grin revealed his big white teeth, "Okay, I’ll go imdiately."
McCollin’s face underwent many different expressions while his fists were clenched. Looking at Maxwell made him want to crush him to death beneath his foot right now.
Maxwell didn’t even glance at McCollin further and walked towards the centre of the training grounds. As he was about to hand over his 3 zero storage space, he said to the mbers in charge of tallying: "You guys need to calculate faster because once the shit cos, it’s best when eaten hot."
Those in charge of calculating all had contemptuous looks on their faces as they slowly grabbed the zero storage space to begin tallying the total.
"Above bronze rank Savage Bear..."
"An above bronze rank spawned beast?"
The staff in charge of calculating were startled as they crowded around to carefully check. They eventually continued: "Above bronze rank Savage Bear, 5 points."
"Long Ard Demonic Ape is also... An above bronze rank."
"Green Eyed Python, above rank spawned beast."
Sounds of discussion arose in the training grounds.
As this continued, the staff in charge of calculating beca even more shocked. The first zero storage space all had above bronze rank spawned beasts – there were a full 120 spawned beast heads.
The Dukes, on top of the stage, all stood up to analyse each and every one of the spawned beast heads that ca out of the zero storage space.
The calculation of the first zero storage space was completed, coming out to 600 points. Just those alone had left McCollin in the dust.
McCollin’s face had changed to the colour of a pig’s liver.
Just when everyone thought it was over, the second zero storage space was being added up.
"Scarlet Spirit Fox... Be... Below silver rank spawned beast?"
"A below silver rank spawned beast was killed?"
"How is that possible? Even if that trash was able to recover his strength, how can he hunt down a below silver rank spawned beast?"
"A below silver rank has the strength equivalent to those in the silver rank level so there’s no way he could kill them."
"He must have encountered so luck that resulted in him acquiring the head."
No one believed this impossible outco could have happened. McCollin was off to the side with an ugly look on his face because his record was broken in less than half an hour, especially when his record was broken by a piece of trash.
As everyone was discussing loudly, the staff in charge of calculating continued: "Black Tailed Beast, a below silver rank spawned beast..."
"Three-tailed Fire Fox, a below silver rank spawned beast..."
The staff in charge of calculating were becoming more excited as their blood boiled. They had never seen so many heads of below silver rank spawned beasts in their entire lives!
The huge academy training ground was in complete silence. So even forgot to breathe as they stared with mouths agape at the staff pulling out those demonic beast heads.
A few minutes later, the second space plaque had been tallied up, and there were a total of fifty below silver rank demonic beasts – a total of 500 points!
Complete shock!
Apart from complete shock, there weren’t any other descriptions for the people present.
Just as everyone thought this was over, the staff in charge of calculating cried out. His whole body was shaking and his eyes popped out from his head, "An above... silver rank spawned beast..."
The third zero storage space was opened up.
The long horns of the Raging Fire Bull were revealed before the rest of its head, which was about the size of an old-fashioned table, thumped onto the ground.
The entire Gillette Household went dumb.
An above silver rank spawned a beast!
In the entire history of the entrance competition, sothing like this had never appeared before. How did Maxwell kill it?
This wasn’t sothing you could randomly pick up with your luck.
Shock, this was completely unparalleled shock! Those who had previously ridiculed Maxwell paled at their faces as if they had swallowed a fly.
On top of the stage, Sebastian was surprised but stared greedily at the Raging Fire Bull. He then said to himself: "Beast core... The kid has the beast core!"
As if struck by lightning, everyone in the academy training grounds was staring at the huge head without a word or the sound of breathing.
The originally lively academy training ground was now completely silent where even a pin drop could be heard!
Sebastian’s eyes narrowed as the killing intent thickened around him.
Fargo’s pair of eyes stared at Maxwell and his na started glowing red as if he was about to attack.
Upon seeing the two bosses, Maxwell was starting to get impatient.
"Once I level up to silver rank, I’ll definitely challenge them at least once!" Maxwell’s eyes glowed as his inner thirst rose up.
It was around this ti, Constantine quickly ran over, "Give so room, fresh shit straight out of the oven has arrived."
A burst of stench perated the air.
Maxwell gave a childish laugh and walked over to McCollin who had an ugly look on his face. He then loudly asked the staff in charge of calculating: "Could you please tell how many points I have in total?"
The staff in charge of calculating exhaled a breath of air before replying: "1200 points!"
The words from that staff mber caused the audience to explode since everything was like a dream where one would never imagine it would be possible.
Over a hundred above bronze rank spawned beasts, fifty below silver rank spawned beasts, and the super explosively strong above silver rank spawned beast. Any one of those categories would break the Gillette Household record.
Maxwell was too extraordinary. His image had completely changed in the hearts of many Gillette Household junior mbers.
Within the seniors of the Gillette Household, those five Dukes on top of the stage had the sa thought process: "This kid cannot be spared!"
Maxwell smiled: "Oh, great, Sir McCollin; it’s ti to eat shit. This is sothing that’s best when eaten hot. I heard it tastes better when it’s piping hot."
A burst of steam rose up out of the tub of shit Constantine was holding. The stench could really take away one’s life. When the bucket arrived in front of McCollin, Maxwell gave Constantine a thumbs-up. "Constantine, you are really too fierce. You actually managed to find so piping fresh hot shit."
Little did Maxwell know that to get the fresh shit, Constantine almost had to run into the female’s toilet.
McCollin was furious as he glared at Maxwell and coldly said, "Maxwell, I was only joking around, so you didn’t think it was for real, right?"
"You implying you’re not going to keep your word?" Maxwell cursed as his temper rose up.
McCollin grinned and coldly said: "I ain’t keeping any words so what are you going to do about it?"
Maxwell directly shoved the tub of shit towards McCollin’s face...
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