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If the ten-thousand-pound cauldron hit an ordinary martial artist, he would probably die on the spot.
However, Krel remained calm, facing the falling cauldron without dodging or showing any fear. It was as
if it were of no concern to him.
It wasn't until it was about to hit his head that he slowly stretched out a hand, easily lifting the ten-
thousand-pound cauldron.
After the cauldron fell slightly, he held it midair with one hand.
Judging from his calm demeanor, it seemed as if he was holding cotton instead of a ten-thousand-
pound cauldron.
"Look, he's lifting the cauldron with one hand! Krel, you're awesome!" Jimmy clapped wildly and almost
jumped with excitement.
"Holy shit! This guy held the cauldron up with one hand? He's too strong!"
"There are many people who can lift a ten-thousand-pound cauldron, but he's undoubtedly the best I've
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"It's Divine Strength! He's amazing!"
All the martial artists couldn't help but marvel at Krel's stunning performance. They couldn't stop talking
about it.
He could hold the cauldron with one hand while swatting it away, which wasn't something ordinary
people could do.
He either had Divine Strength or was very powerful. It could even be both. But no matter what it was,
his performance amazed everyone.
"As expected of Krel, he's indeed amazing!" Melissa breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.
Krel's actions were incredibly risky when he stood motionless under the cauldron. He would have
gotten crushed if the cauldron hit him by mistake. Thank goodness that it was just a false alarm.
"Punk! Did you see Krel's strength? That's the power of the chief senior disciple of Boulderthorn's
Forsakenstriders!"
While Jimmy was happy, he didn't forget to humiliate Dustin. Apart from Krel, he believed no one else
could lift the cauldron with one hand.
"It's just a ten-thousand-pound cauldron, nothing special. Why doesn't he try to lift a 50-thousand-
pound cauldron with one hand?" Dustin said indifferently.
"What nonsense are you spouting? Do you think the 50-thousand-pound cauldron is cotton? Or do you
think you can lift if you wish?" Jimmy sneered.
"If you can't do it, don't yell here. Others might think you broke the record or something," Dustin said,
digging his ears casually.
"You!" Jimmy gritted his teeth in anger, but he was at a loss for words and didn't know how to refute.
With a muffled thud, Krel dropped the ten-thousand-pound cauldron. Looking at Dustin, he said coldly
and arrogantly, "Punk, you talk big. Do you dare to make a bet with me?"
"What kind of bet?" Dustin asked.
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"It's simple. If I can lift a 50-thousand-pound cauldron, I'll throw it to you. If you can catch it, I lose. If
you can't, well, we'll see how tough you really are." Krel sneered.
Upon hearing that, the spectators' expressions began to change.
A ten-thousand-pound cauldron could already crush someone to death, let alone a 50-thousand-pound
one.
If it smashed Dustin, it might break his bones. If he dared to catch it, there'd only be one outcome—his
body would be broken into pieces!
Krel was setting a trap for Dustin. If Dustin agreed, it would be a one-way ticket to an early grave.
"Punk! Weren't you so confident before? Why are you saying nothing now? Make a bet with Krel if you
dare! Let's see how capable you are!" Jimmy raised his chin and started to provoke Dustin.
Dustin had only two choices—back down or fight to the death.
If he chose the former, Jimmy could humiliate and embarrass him. If he chose the latter, that was better
—he would get crushed and die.
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