Bab 846: The Final Trial Begins

"Good," Asuros smiled as he cast his gaze back to John. It was smug and confident, as if John's fate was already sealed. John calmly gazed back, as he had finally managed to reign in his murderous anger. He would unleash all his pent-up rage and hate in their battle. Doing so here was a waste of energy.

"What about our cultivations?" Zasgoth asked.

"What about it?" the golem replied.

"Are we really going to battle with restricted cultivations? What kind of bullshit is that?" Zasgoth complained, while the others shook their heads lightly at his stupidity.

The Monster race was not stupid, but was incredibly straightforward. Power was everything for them, and things like talent were only secondary. In their society, if one had a lower cultivation than the other in battle, then they could only blame their dogshit luck for being born later. Things like accounting for age was not something they considered.