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"Hah! You worthless punk! How dare you be so arrogant!" Jimmy sneered, looking contemptuous.
He continued, "You can't even lift a ten-thousand-pound cauldron. How dare you propose to lift a 50-
thousand-pound cauldron? Stop bragging!"
"Jimmy, since he wants to lift the 50-thousand-pound cauldron, let him," Krel chimed in. "Move it in front
of him. Let's see what he's capable of!"
He thought Dustin was just looking for excuses to scare off Jimmy with the 50-thousand-pound
cauldron.
"Okay! Then I'll show my power again! Let this punk know he can't lift it!" Jimmy said enthusiastically.
As he spoke, he lifted the ten-thousand-pound cauldron back to the original place, then turned to the
judge. "I want to challenge the 50-thousand-pound cauldron!"
"Contestant 844 has failed to lift it. Are you sure you want to challenge the 50-thousand-pound
cauldron?" the judge asked.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe cauldron-lifting test had certain risks, especially if the martial artist with insufficient strength tried to
lift it. It would lead to burst circulatory pathways and serious injuries.
Contestant 844 was the bloody example.
"I'm Boulderthorn's elite disciple! How can I be compared to that man? Just watch my performance!"
Jimmy was brimming with confidence.
"Since you're confident, let's begin." The judge didn't say much and took a step aside.
Jimmy adjusted his breathing, then walked straight to the 50-thousand-pound cauldron. It was nearly
nine feet tall. The handle was out of reach, so he had to lift it from the base.
As before, he spit into his hands, then crouched down and held the bottom of the cauldron.
"Up!" he shouted, lifting the cauldron with all his explosive strength. His feet sank slightly due to the
pressure, leaving two footprints on the ground.
The 50-thousand-pound cauldron began to rise slowly.
Jimmy gritted his teeth, holding his breath. His face turned red, and the veins bulged on his neck. He
looked somewhat ferocious.
When he lifted the 50-thousand-pound cauldron an inch higher, his legs had begun to tremble, and his
eyes were bloodshot.
His flushed face gradually turned pale, and blood trickled from his nose. It was clear that he had
reached his limit.
Finally, after holding on for two seconds, he gave up on the heavy load and let go. All the energy in his
body dissipated, and the 50-thousand-pound cauldron fell heavily, making the ground tremble.
"What a pity. Jimmy almost succeeded." Melissa shook her head.
He had already lifted it an inch. He would succeed if he tried hard to lift it above his head.
"Jimmy's agility is superb, but he slightly lacks strength. Still, his performance is commendable." Krel
nodded.
Jimmy was slender and wasn't built for strength, so he was at a disadvantage in this test.
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"Aren't you going to move the 50-thousand-pound cauldron to me? You can't move it? Do you want me
to help you?" Dustin said with a meaningful smile.
"I-I'm not in a good condition today! I haven't eaten enough! I'm exhausted! Otherwise, I would be able
to lift it!" Jimmy said.
His pride was at stake. He couldn't give in, or he would look more embarrassed.
"You haven't eaten enough?" Dustin said, raising an eyebrow. His eyes glinted mischievously. "You're
just not good enough, aren't you? How about I give you a chance to eat something and try again?"
"You—" Jimmy's face reddened, and he shouted angrily, "You punk! Don't be too arrogant! Go on and
do it if you can! If you can't, stop talking nonsense!"
He didn't believe that Dustin could lift the cauldron. Even he couldn't do it, so how could an unknown
person with no sect perform such feats?
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