Chapitre 324: Last Trial

"If you want to enter the temple, you must allow yourself to be searched and entrust your weapon to us. "The patrol leader, the only one putting up a brave front, asked timidly when he saw the huge cleaver in Jake's hand.

The weapon in question was almost five meters long and as wide as his chest. It lay motionless on his shoulder, but it was still quite ominous.

Jake stared intensely into the patrol leader's shifting eyes for a few seconds, then calmly replied, "Sure."

A guard came to seize his weapon and Jake leisurely tossed it towards him as if it were a small wooden stick. Unconsciously influenced by the ease with which he was carrying this weapon, the Zhorion mechanically raised his arms to receive the item without suspecting anything.

And then... he was carried away. Like a beginner trying to lift too heavy at his first bench press, the guard found himself pinned down on the floor with the huge cleaver in his hands. It took two of his colleagues to help him up.