"He's right here." Punter pointed at Wilbur, introducing him to Wynn. "Him? How could it be?" Wynn stared hard at Wilbur. Wilbur had muscles, but the muscles of a cultivator were far from those of a bodybuilder who worked out most of the time. Although Wilbur's build was lean, he was definitely strong. However, in Wynn's perspective, Wilbur looked nothing but scrawny and weak. The thought of him beating almost a hundred of Bruille Town's strongest men was nearly impossible in Wynn's head. "Don't joke with me, Mister Punter. I came all this way because you promised ten thousand dollars. Don't pull a prank on me like this." Punter frowned at Wynn, confused. "Who said I was pranking you? I'm serious, Wynn. He's your opponent." Punter took out a stack of bills, tossing them at Wynn. "Take this, Wynn. You know I'm a man of my word, and I'm telling you now that if you can beat him, this money's all yours." "Thank you, Mister Punter." Wynn put the money away, and a smile app
Wilbur asked, "Will you treat my people much, much better when they come here?" Punter narrowed his eyes. "Ha, we'll talk when you win! Wynn's not just any regular guy. Don't you underestimate him." As he spoke, Punter glanced at Wynn, who nodded in acknowledgment. Following that, a powerful aura surged out of Wynn. Wilbur's chest lurched. Wynn was a cultivator too and had been hiding his aura all along! Were Aura level cultivators able to hide their aura too? Wilbur was certain that Wynn was much more powerful than that and was at least at the Sanctuary level. There were many people watching this match, and this would affect Dasha's reputation. Thus, Wilbur could not afford to lose, nor could he win too quickly. Wilbur wanted Wynn to slowly reveal his full strength, and then take him down so that Wynn would admit defeat completely. Wynn's arm rose, and he smirked at the sight. After all, the strength of a cultivator was far from what regular people could hold up against.
Punter's expression was ashen. "What the hell was that? How could you have lost?" Wynn glanced at Wilbur as his chest heaved. "I'm sorry, Mister Punter. Mister Penn here is a true elite, and I'm no match for him. Here's your money, you can have it back." Wilbur could have actually beaten Wynn with ease but dragged things out on purpose to prove a point. Wynn knew that Wilbur was a man of honor, and thus did not expose the fact that Wilbur was a cultivator either. However, Punter knew Wynn well enough. He knew that Wynn was an Ambience level cultivator, but Wynn had just lost to Wilbur. Punter watched as Wynn left, the rage in his chest growing by the second. It was important to note that a regular human being could never compare to a cultivator regardless of how strong they were. Wynn had lost, which must mean that Wilbur was also a cultivator and one that was more powerful than Wynn, too. This made Punter extremely uncomfortable. There were cultivators in Dasha now, and one
"The thing is, no one has ever gotten grade ten rating since the owner of the mine set such a rule. It's rare for people to get anything higher than grade six. Most people just get grade one or two." Wilbur was a little speechless to hear this. Tuttle Mine was supposed to be sealed off, and mining here was supposed to be banned. How could such a rule still exist? Punter could see the gears turning in Wilbur's mind and smiled. "I guess you haven't figured it out yet, young man. Some things have varying factors, you know. Tuttle Mine might be announced as sealed off, but Mister Buck has his own rules for cultivators." Wilbur was confused. "What special purpose does this mine have? Do cultivators actually come all the way here to challenge Mister Buck just to mine here?" "Of course. It's been said that the copper mined from Tuttle Mine has the ability to absorb one's aura, and wearing an accessory made of this copper ore can hide one's aura. Aside from that, a bronze chest made ou
Buck seemed rather eager as he led the two men further into the mansion. They reached the middle of the house, which Wilbur noticed was much wider than it looked on the outside. An arena almost a thousand meters wide appeared in front of him, the ground covered with rocks as if to minimize heavy pressure of some sort. Buck entered the arena, explaining as he walked. "I'm so sorry, but all these duels over the past few decades have really made me… intolerable to weaklings. You see, I only wish to deal with people who deserve my time. I hope my enthusiasm doesn't thwart you." "No, of course not. In fact, I think it's great that neither of us are wasting each other's time." Wilbur stood across from Buck. He blinked and saw that Buck was already standing ten meters away from him. Buck saw Wilbur looking at him and waved. "Best of luck, Mister Penn." "Thank you." Just then, Buck flashed a smile. "Let's begin, young man. Oh, I forgot to mention just now that I've changed the rul
Buck smirked at Wilbur and vanished the next second, causing Wilbur to look around him carefully. Two seconds later, Buck's spiritual aura appeared from his left. Wilbur activated his Earth-type powers then, casting an Earth Wall. Boom! In the blink of an eye, a large hole was blasted into the Earth Wall. Wilbur could sense Buck's powerful aura and scrambled to cast a transparent barrier right in front of himself. The next second, there was another explosion as Buck appeared out of thin air to cast a heavy blow against Wilbur's chest. The transparent barrier was blown apart and Wilbur was sent flying, crashing onto the floor heavily. Wilbur spat out a mouthful of blood, and Buck smiled at him. "Mid Sanctuary level. Not bad. Alright, you can get up. You've passed my test, and I give you a grade two rating. You may enter Tuttle Mine once in the next seven days and take out two hundred kilograms of copper ore." "Thank you, Mister Buck." Wilbur expressed his thanks to Buck, w
Wilbur barely hesitated in agreeing with Punter. The truth was that he could take as much copper as he wanted once he got into that mine, as long as he put it all in his demiplane. The two hundred kilograms were nothing to him. "You're the man, Mister Penn. I sure am lucky to have met you." … Wilbur returned to his hotel and got ready to head to Tuttle Mine at once. After all, he was in Bruille Town to find the broken pieces of the Nine Dragon Cauldron. The pride of the people in Eweyn made Wilbur rather uncomfortable. The Nine Dragon Cauldron had been broken into nine pieces, which meant that putting it back together would require finding all nine of those pieces. Wilbur had not even found one of the pieces, so he had to move fast. That afternoon, Wilbur entered Tuttle Mine on his own. There was still a hint of light when he first walked in, but it was completely dark not long after. Wilbur cast Illuminos, and a ball of white light appeared above his head to light his way
Grace points were hard to come by for sure. Wilbur knew this from the hard work he had put into getting only a handful of points. One Thunder-type Healing Pill would already cost him eight hundred grace points! Had it not been for the dragon cauldrons, Wilbur would have not been able to release the dragon aura in his body, and it would have ripped him to death. Dangers like this had presented themselves to Wilbur more than once, and thus he had a strong impression of them. The Dragon's Altar, as well as grace points, were something Wilbur desired heavily, and now, there were all these copper ores in Tuttle Mine. Wilbur had dug up these ores with ease, and all he had to do was keep going and he would be able to get a good amount of grace points. A thirst for grace points exploded inside Wilbur, and he began to mine tirelessly for copper ore. As he contributed more and more of the ore, Wilbur's collection of grace points began to grow. Wilbur watched as the number on the screen