Unlike Jimmy’s reaction when he lifted the cauldron, Krel appeared comparatively at ease. His expression didn’t change much. As he lifted the cauldron, his arm muscles tensed up, and his veins bulged like worms.
In a few seconds, he had raised the cauldron to the height of his chest, about three feet off the ground. This had placed him far ahead of the previous contestants.
Everyone’s eyes were glued to Krel, their hearts in their throats. Some wished for his success, while some couldn’t wait to see him fail. Most of them were merely shocked at his strength.
“Krel, you’re amazing! Keep going and lift it over your head!” Jimmy cheered him on.
Krel was so close to success.
“Up!” Suddenly, Krel screamed and increased his strength. The heavy 50- thousand-pound cauldron started rising again after a short pause.
At this point, Krel’s expression finally crumbled. He gritted his teeth. The veins on his neck bulged as he breathed laboriously.
After a few seconds, he lifted the cauldron over his head with a quiver and stood steadily. The venue exploded in applause.
“Yes! Krel did it!” Jimmy clapped excitedly.
“Damn it! He’s fucking amazing for lifting that 50-thousand-pound cauldron.”
“Over ten contestants took on the challenge today, but all failed. I didn’t expect him to succeed. Not only that, he has some strength left in him. That’s pretty admirable.”
“Is this the power of Boulderthorn’s chief senior disciple? It’s truly eye- opening.”
Everyone murmured in astonishment. They had anticipated Krel’s victory, but it was a wholly different experience to witness it in person.
The strength required to raise a 50- thousand-pound cauldron over one’s head was more than the gravitational pull on the cauldron itself. The spectators were left speechless by Krel’s power.
“Not bad. Someone has finally passed the test today,” the judge said with an appreciative nod and deemed him as at least an advanced-level Divine martial artist.
Seeing that Krel still had some force to spare, one might even assume that he was a fully developed Divine-level martial artist. No matter what, he was excellent.
“Krel, it’s time!” Jimmy reminded Krel while shooting a malicious glance at Dustin.
“Punk, time for you to catch the cauldron!” Holding the cauldron, Krel turned toward Dustin and bent his knees. Then, he pushed upward with an explosive force from his body.
Two loud explosions later, the ground cracked. Even the shirt on Krel was torn by the force.
Then, he hurled the cauldron toward Dustin like a missile, to the shock of the spectators.