Across the entire Celestial Abyss fragment, the training camp had marked no more than thirty Boss Level aliens in total.
Each one occupied its own territory, notoriously fearsome, and countless gifted students from previous training camps had met their bitter end at their hands.
Past records showed that hunting a boss required a team of several top-ranked students who had to formulate a meticulous plan. Even then, success was only possible after paying a heavy price.
One person killed a boss and wiped out an entire tribe along the way?
This sounded less like a battle report and more like a tall tale.
Inside the stone tower, the other students' initial awe and curiosity slowly gave way to suspicion and disbelief.
Whispers began to spread from the corners of the room.
"A tribe of the Eight-armed Race? I went in there with a team last time. Just their six-armed elites were terrifyingly strong. That weird suppression ability of theirs is just disgusting."
