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"Jacopo, you cso quickly!" Jawas slightly stunned. Then, he immediately rushed forward excitedly, hugging the handsyoung being. He jumped up and down, thrilled like a happy child. With a yelp, Jawas pulled by the ear by the handsyoung being, his face contorting in pain.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Jacopo, it hurts!" "You little rascal," the handsbeing said sternly. "All the contestants for the Wyrth Selection have already entered the arena. Why are you still here messing around? What trouble are you up to now?" With his ear still being pulled, Jaquickly waved his hand in surrender. "I-I participated, I really did!" As he spoke, he hurriedly handed over a shimmering token to the handsbeing.
Seeing this, the handsbeing looked shocked. "The Marciais Token?" He snatched it, releasing Jaime, and began to inspect the token meticulously.
"It's real," Jasaid nervously. "Jacopo, I truly earned the Marciais Token and secured a spot in the finals. I don't need to enter the arena now." The handsbeing remained silent, seemingly trying to find evidence of Jaime's deception on the token.
At this moment, James and Thea exchanged a glance and smiled warmly. Indeed, this was their son, Jacopo Caden.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmJudging by his displayed strength, he was already at the threshold of the Daeclon Mahayana Rank. His whole being exuded a formidable aura, giving off an intimidating presence that could shake one's soul. This temperament and cultivation base were clearly not achieved through mere elixirs or training in a dojo but were honed through relentless battles in adversity.
"Is this really our son?" Thea transmitted her voice to James.
"Of course," James replied with a smile. "This little rascal is much more adept than I was. Since we left the myriad realms, he has participated in over eight hundred thousand battles. Half of those were sote fights where he triumphed against stronger opponents.
"Over a million powerhouses, who had a higher cultivation base and longer training, fell at his hands." Hearing this, Thea's eyes widened in shock, and she suddenly blurted out, "This killing demon... ah!" She could not finish her sentence because her exclamation had drawn the attention of Jacopo and everyone around them. Quickly, she covered her mouth, looking O astonished.
With just a glance at Thea, Jacopo turned his gaze away and then said to Jaime, "Don't letfind out you're lying, or I will..."