Grace felt justified after seeing these warriors' eyes filled with hatred and disrespect again.
To be honest, even Grace didn't truly believe that Ricky had seven hundred and three dots, but she knew he wouldn't cheat. After spending so many days with him, she was pretty sure about that.
Ricky gave Grace a reassuring look after seeing the worry in her eyes.
Then, Ricky looked at the master of Lion King Castle—Benson.
"Master Benson, could I ask you something?" Ricky said.
"Go ahead." Benson nodded his head.
"If I kill a beast at the first grade of Blood Purification, how many dots would I get?" Ricky asked.
"Killing a beast at that level, its blood will leave five hundred dots in the ironwood," Benson replied casually.
But something started to dawn on Benson, and he asked, "You mean you hunted a beast like that?"
"Yeah, I got five hundred dots by killing an Anaconda-tailed Tiger at the first grade of Blood Purification," Ricky answered calmly.
"Who does he think he is, anyway, talking big like that?" Heather said under her breath. She was close by, and heard him talking. After all, she knew exactly how that Anaconda-tailed Tiger was killed.
Like usual, Ricky's words caused a commotion.
"How could a guy like him kill a beast of Blood Purification?"
"Four warriors at the peak of the ninth grade of Skin Refinement couldn't take on that kind of creature. He is merely at the eighth grade of Skin Refinement. Him? No way."
No one believed that Ricky could kill a beast at the first grade of Blood Purification.
"Ha-ha, Master Benson, I think you should punish a liar like that. You should abolish his cultivation base and exile him from lands of Lion King Castle!" Jim laughed loudly.
"It's not up to you, Jim," Grace said coldly.
"Master Benson, I realize I'm no match for a beast at the first grade of Blood Purification. But if the creature is wounded, I might have a chance," Ricky said calmly.
'What a liar!' Heather mocked Ricky in her heart.
"Explain," Benson said. He was intrigued, but still dubious.
"The Anaconda-tailed Tiger was mortally wounded when I found it. It could barely fight back. That's how I took it out," Ricky explained.
Warriors stopped mocking him, and started thinking about it. It sounded logical.
They cursed in rage in their hearts, "He must have the gift of good timing."
"How did that guy get so lucky?" Harald and Connie also cursed in their hearts.
"I see." Benson nodded after hearing Ricky's words. This sounded quite reasonable.
But Harald was not so willing to accept it. He said, "Okay, you said the creature was wounded? So prove it!"
"Yeah! Yes! Prove it!"
Those jealous warriors all agreed with Harald.
'Jealousy is a killer sometimes, ' Ricky said in his heart ferociously, looking at Harald and those other warriors who were green with envy. He could easily imagine him tearing though these supposed warriors. They never cut him any slack.
Meanwhile, Heather wanted to stand up for him and speak out on his behalf, but Ricky stopped her with a glance.
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