The outer disciples gladly put the demonic monsters' cores in their pockets. Time was up. Their figures gradually faded, and they were transported back to the plaza of the Holy Land.
"Now that you are all back, it's time to show us what you've got. The person who has the highest points wins,"
Colin said in a loud voice. He had been waiting for everyone to be transported back.
The expression on the face of the chief of the Wei family wasn't a happy one at all. In fact, he looked furious. A mere hunt had made his family lose four disciples. Not only that, the talented disciple Rory was also badly injured and was still unconscious at that very moment. And the worst thing was that they weren't sure if he would be okay or not. Even if he recovered, his future would probably be seriously affected. In a nutshell, he would not be as strong as he was anymore. This fact caused a strain within the family.
"Okay. Then let me show my result first,"
the talented disciple of the Ji family said, taking a step forward. He took out a bag and upturned it. Cardiac cores came tumbling out of the bag onto the ground in front of the chief.
A disciple who was in charge of counting walked up to him and began diligently counting the cardiac cores. Everyone else stayed silent with anticipation.
"The Ji family has 170 superior diabolic beasts' cardiac cores, eighteen grade-one demonic monster cores, one grade-two demonic monster core, and..."
The disciple trailed off, as if he didn't know what to do. His eyes darted around to everyone listening intently for what he was going to say next.
"Why did you stop? Speak!" Colin reprimanded in a serious tone. He didn't know why the disciple stopped all of a sudden.
But the disciples of the Ji family all had proud looks on their faces because they knew why the disciple stopped counting. All that was left was for him to say it.
The disciple stammered as he continued. "They... they have a grade-three demonic monster core. How... how do I count the points?" He had a tone of surprise in his voice, but his anxiousness also showed through.
"What?" A murmur of hushed voices rose up all around.
Many people who had heard the disciple's words gasped and gossiped at the news. The talented disciple of the Ji family had killed a grade-three demonic monster? It was too incredible to be true!
Even Darren couldn't help but glance at Kevin for a short second. Not only did he kill a grade-three demonic monster, he also came back uninjured. It was no wonder he was the best talented disciple of the Ancient Family.
Before the hunt, they only provided three kinds of points. There was not a standard point for killing a grade-three demonic monster because no one thought the disciples could do it.
"It equals twenty points, of course," Jack said hurriedly. After hearing that the talented disciple of the Ji family had killed a grade-three demonic monster, he couldn't remain calm anymore.
"Are you out of your mind? We all know what it takes to kill a grade-three demonic monster. It's not easy enough to be worth twenty points! Honestly, twenty points? How dare you even suggest that, Jack?" A disciple of the Ji family immediately retorted. The very idea that such a difficult task could be brushed off like that was offensive.
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