"If they can't go to the battlefield... the entire tribe might have no future."
The middle-aged man in leather armor simply sighed.
The middle-aged man remained silent.
Silent.
Suddenly, he sensed something and abruptly turned his head.
In the setting sun, he saw a young boy, with a frail body, walking step by step, yet his footing was steady. His shadow was drawn long, very long by the sunset.
"You're still not giving up..."
The middle-aged man spoke, but before he could finish his sentence, he sensed something, shockingly said:
"Bone Tempering Realm?!"
He looked at the young boy, his pupils contracted!
A month ago, this young boy wasn't even in the Blood Refining stage, and now, he had become a Bone-Tempered Warrior?
How is this possible...
A fantasy!
"Bone Tempering...?"
The young boy was somewhat bewildered, but the bewildered look quickly passed. He gritted his teeth, looked at the middle-aged man, and said:
"Please, try again!"
He straightened his body, saying:
