Chapitre 1836: Is He Really That Strong? (2)

The last person to earn a million points had already become a core elder in the Alliance of Artifact Refiners, an elder with real power.

No one had ever scored a perfect mark in this trial.

"Look, someone has started!"

Someone outside the hall exclaimed.

In the light screen, a figure standing on the wasteland moved and rushed towards the exotic beasts in front of him. Then a stream of light shot out from his hand.

A level-four exotic beast was slain within a few seconds.

The person kept moving, swiftly killing other exotic beasts, then collecting them and beginning to forge weapons with the tendons and bones of the exotic beasts.

"Average technique, not bad strength. Passing won't be difficult, but high scores are impossible."

Someone commented in the square.

Others wanted to refute, but seeing that the commentator was a divine-level refiner, they fell silent.