My face was ice-cold, and my eyes couldn't help but glance at the black ball in Hawk Thompson' hand.
If I guessed right, this black ball had to be made from Black Gold Stone and specially refined.
This was one of the reasons why I'd always been wary of Hawk Thompson.
As a member of the Capital City Martial Arts Association, he had an endless supply of treasures, which I could never match.
"Mason Raymond, you have repeatedly ignored the rules. If I don't punish you, how can I lead the team?" Hawk Thompson said coldly.
I squinted and said, "Hawk Thompson, stop being pretentious. If I'm not mistaken, aside from the treasures, there's another purpose for this trial, isn't there?"
Hawk Thompson sneered, "What does it matter if it's true or not? You're already here."
My aura was rapidly rising, and I'd already prepared for a great battle.
"Then let's get started and cut the crap," I said coldly.
