A big tub of runny, fresh out of the oven and piping hot shit that could take a person's life was thrown over.

That guy, I'll wipe his face with it!

The surrounding Gillette Household members paled as they jumped out of the way afraid that it would splash onto them.

McCollin was not psychologically prepared for this.

His own father was the Second Duke and happened to be sitting on top of the stage. His own cultivation level was very powerful and he was considered a pro in the Gillette Household. Even if Maxwell was given 10,000 times more courage, there's no way he would dare to act against him.

This was his capital for being arrogant. Moreover, would his level 4 bronze rank strength be afraid of a piece of trash if there was a fight?

That's why McCollin arrogantly glared and Maxwell with cold eyes of disdain. His conceited smile was saying: I ain't keeping my words so what can this piece of trash do to me?

He never imagined that Maxwell would actually throw the tub of shit over.

The worst thing of all was that he actually couldn't move.

Pressure! An enormous pressure caused McCollin to be unable to move. He could only watch as a big tub of shit came sailing straight for his face.

"Splat!"

Maxwell accurately threw the tub of shit which landed on McCollin's face. The dark gooey mess splattered everywhere. Maxwell had already jumped away several meters as the tub left his hand. His cheap-looking face had a smile, "Oh man, it was lucky I moved back quickly or it'll definitely splash on me."

As it left Maxwell's hand, the tub of shit slowly fell down from McCollin's face. The brown gooey shit also started dripping down.

Because he couldn't move while under the pressure from Maxwell, and McCollin's mouth was slightly agape, the brown gooey shit happened to...

Inside his mouth, inside his nostrils, his eyes, on his head, and on his chest; he was completely covered in shit.

McCollin's eyes popped out of his head as he wanted to tear Maxwell into a million little pieces. The rage he was feeling had rushed into his head but there was nothing he could do. He couldn't move his body or say a single word.

This was the pressure from the strong due to the difference in their levels.

"Hahaha..." McCollin's current image was just too embarrassing to look at. The surrounding Gillette Household members were trying to hold it in because of his status, but they couldn't anymore and started bursting out laughing.

This shameful image will cause him to be unable to walk proudly ever again.

On top of the stage, Duke Collin's eyes turned savage. His body blurred, and in the blink of an eye, he was right beside Maxwell. A giant black hand, as if stretching out from the void, reached out as he angrily roared: "Bullying my son?"

Maxwell's eyebrows tightened as he quickly retreated backwards. He was also loudly yelling at the same time: "Murder! Murder! The Gillette Household Second Duke is trying to murder your heir! Everyone!"

"He's killing me, the heir, so that he can become the Lord!"

Maxwell was like a hysterical woman yelling while running in between the crowd.

The surrounding Gillette Household members were glancing at Collin with strange looks in their eyes.

Collin's eyes darkened and he clenched his jaws and said to himself: "Calm down, calm down. If Maxwell dies by my hand, Sebastian will effortlessly sit in the Lord's position. I definitely cannot allow him to grasp this Achilles heel."

Collin was already over forty years old so his shrewdness was definitely not weak.

Although his rage was rushing up into the skies, his reasonable self was telling him that he couldn't make a single wrong move.

His son was in the wrong and now he was making a move on the academy training grounds. No matter which direction one looks at this incident, it wasn't a reasonable act. And Sebastian would definitely hold this against him.

Within a few seconds, Collin was able to calm himself down. He restrained his attack and the giant hand made of Mana disappeared without a trace.

Maxwell also stopped before lightly smiling and mumbling to himself: "You old fogey wanna mess with me?"

It was during the time when Maxwell was hiding himself in the crowd that the pressure loosened up allowing McCollin to regain his freedom.

McCollin was glaring at Maxwell with his fists clenched before angrily roaring out: "I'm going to kill you!"

As he opened his mouth, the brown gooey shit came out. A big mouthful of shit made a "Splat!" sound as it sprayed out. The scene was so horrific that it even made Maxwell stare with his mouth agape. What hasn't he seen before? Just coincidentally he has never seen shit being sprayed from a person's mouth before. It was just too shocking.

As the mouthful of shit sprayed out, McCollin's stomach started rumbling before he started throwing up. Let alone killing someone, he was now expending all his strength in throwing up.

Maxwell pretended to have a scared look on his face and said: "Acting Lord Sebastian, he wants to kill me. Aren't you going to do something about it?"

Sebastian's eyebrows twitched before he cleared his throat. He circulated his Mana and floated off the stage and onto the ground. He then majestically said: "That's enough, no more messing around here."

After saying that, Sebastian coldly glanced at Maxwell.

Drool started dripping out of Maxwell's mouth. The final boss and he's so close to me.

The glimmering golden light around Sebastian almost made Maxwell unable to open his eyes fully. He wanted to just smash Sebastian apart right now, but his reasonable self was telling him not to act rashly.

Sebastian's strength should be the strongest out of all the Gillette Household, or else he wouldn't have become the Acting Lord.

Wanting to challenge him required strength and enough preparation.

Maxwell swallowed his saliva before mumbling to himself: "I will definitely make you explode."

Sebastian's figure moved next to the Raging Fire Bull's head before a stream of thick mana came out of his palms. The released mana started sensing around the skull, "The beast core is really missing!"

He then immediately went back onto the stage and loudly yelled: "Let the calculations continue!"

The staff in charge of calculations replied: "Reporting to the Lord, Maxwell is the last person."

It was at this time, Duke Benjamin came into the academy training grounds and quickly went up to the stage. He greeted Sebastian before saying: "All the disciples have already left the hunting grounds."

Sebastian frowned and shivered once before he anxiously asked: "What about my son?"

Benjamin shook his head, "He didn't come out so most likely."

"Impossible! Impossible. My son's strength was at the level 3 bronze rank so he can't die there." Sebastian's voice was a bit shaky, and his eyes glazed over. "Someone go and search through the area. My son is definitely still alive, definitely still alive."

Fargo walked up and roared out: "What are you all waiting for? Why aren't you quickly going back to the competition area to search?"

"Hold on! The hunting grounds were only supposed to be maintained for three days. After three days, the spawned beasts will all re-enter so I'm afraid if we rashly went back..." Duke Mario reminded everyone.

Fargo's eyes widened as he yelled, "What do you mean by that, Mario? Is it because it's not your son that's still there?"

Collin returned to the stage and said: "It's not a matter of whose son it is. Eden is filled with dangers so we must be fully prepared for it."

"What preparations? Quickly go take care of it!"

"Duke Benjamin, can you sober up a bit? Could it be that you want to mess around with our fate?"

"Duke Collin, your son, came out, so of course you aren't worried. Gregory is our household's rarely seen prodigy of the century. If you delay us in searching for him, isn't that also messing around with our fate? Can you handle shouldering that responsibility?"

Fargo was about to leave when Sebastian heavily exhaled and said: "Don't bother going."

With Gregory's strength on top of Bawa's level 7 silver rank, they should have been able to retreat safely even if they encountered the Raging Fire Bull. For them to have still not gotten out meant they must have encountered a huge incident. Most likely they will never come out again.

Immediately after those thoughts, Sebastian's eyes glared at Maxwell.

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