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At this moment, gathered in the courtyard was Kranos and the other five cultivators. Over the span of six months, the cultivators had come to admire Kranos; even the prideful lady with the blade couldn't help but praise him inwardly in her heart.
Unfortunately, all things must come to an end, as this morning Kranos called them like every ordinary day, but today seemed different.
"Everyone, your improvements over the last few days have been amazing to say the least." at this moment, Kranos spoke with a scholarly air. Although he was just twelve years old, from hearing the way he spoke, one might mistake him for an elder.
He continued studying their expressions. He realized that the cultivators had already guessed certain things.
"Our training will come to an end today. We will hold our final battle before I depart, so use all your trump cards. This might just be your last chance to win." Kranos smiled slightly as he spoke.
