The Almighty Dragon General novel Chapter 5909

“Truett Sadler.” James looked at Perthacus with a pitiful expression. “It’s indeed tough for you. I mean, how did you manage to become the Peak Master?

“Even the seventh-ranked Mount Rune has eighteen powerhouses at the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank, but Mount Martialis is not even comparable to the beggars on the street.”

Perthacus immediately jumped up in anger as soon as these words were spoken. “Do you think I want this? The Timaeus Sect controls all the cultivation resources and disciple selections. Everything is arranged according to star levels.

“For sects without star levels, they can only pick from the leftovers of low-grade Genesis Core and mediocre disciples from star-rated sects.

“Where am I supposed to find so many powerhouses without sufficient cultivation resources and disciples with innate talent? Do they grow from the ground?”

As he watched Perthacus became furious, James waved his hand helplessly. “Alright, let’s not argue. Answer the second question. How are star levels determined?”

“It’s based on the sect’s strength,” Perthacus said in frustration. “It depends on the number of Yuraeceon Xaelm Rank’s Seventh Tribulation and Yuraeceon Daelm Rank powerhouses. If disciples rank in the top ten in previous competitions and trials, they can also earn stars for their sect.”

After hearing this, James said meaningfully, “That’s interesting. At least it’s based on strength, not on connections or background. That’s fair enough.”

“Fair my ass!” Perthacus scolded. “As far as disciples’ cultivation bases go, the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank, who can surpass Mount One? There are many disciples with high-level cultivation bases who naturally take the lead in competitions and trials.

“In competitions and trials, the top ten were taken by Mount One, Mount Sword, and Mount Elixir. We didn’t even have a chance.”

At these words, Perthacus’ heart raced, and the look in his eyes toward James became fervent. “You... are you serious?”

“Of course.” James nodded with a smile. “I never boast. How about we make a bet?”

“A bet?” Perthacus frowned. “What do you want to bet on?”

“Bet on the collections you’ve displayed.” James pointed to the modern Earth appliances floating in the void. “As well as your position as the Peak Master of Mount Martialis.”

Perthacus was stunned, looked at the things he had displayed, and then stared at James as if he were a monster. “You want my position as the Peak Master of Mount Martialis?”