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"Is this your Metal Spirit?" Morse looked at the dazed Titan, his brows furrowing deeply. 

"Indeed!" Leon replied without a flicker of emotion. 

Morse felt another sharp pang in his chest. 

He could barely breathe... 

He had to correct himself: this young man wasn't just hot-blooded; he was brainless. 

The sole advantage Metal Spirits had over other beasts was their sturdy bodies and immense strength, and strength often correlated with size. 

Yet here was an underdeveloped Metal Spirit—why would you bring it out now? 

"Metal Spirits rely on their physical strength. They're weaker in other aspects. Your Metal Spirit is so small; it needs to train its strength, or it'll lose its only advantage." 

As a seasoned Beast master, Morse felt it was his duty to offer guidance. 

"Thanks for the advice." Leon nodded outwardly while rolling his eyes inwardly. 

Train it? 

Unless its configuration is upgraded, Titan's stats are fixed. Training would just waste spirit stones. 

"Let's begin!" 

Morse was at a loss for words. 

He'd done his part by offering pointers. Now it was time to educate this youth about the harsh realities of the world. 

Clang! Clang! Clang! 

The Brass Boar stood opposite, scraping its hooves against the ground. When it received its command, it hesitated briefly, showcasing the low intelligence typical of Metal and Stone Spirits. 

With a low snort, it charged toward Leon, hooves pounding the ground, causing tremors. 

Beard's chubby face sagged in dismay. 

This Brass Boar was massive, fast, and tough—a powerhouse that could both take hits and deal damage. 

And Titan? 

It stood motionless, white steam occasionally puffing from its head. 

How could it win? 

Beard's face grew grim, suspecting he'd picked the wrong ally. 

"Roar—" 

In the blink of an eye, the Brass Boar reached Titan. It let out a metallic roar and thrust its tusks at Titan. 

"It's over." 

"Such a small body—how much strength could it have? And it dares go head-to-head with the Brass Boar?" 

Morse smirked as Titan raised its iron fist instead of dodging. 

But his smile soon froze. 

Boom! 

The dazed-looking Titan raised its iron ball-like left arm and delivered a punch straight to the Brass Boar's head. 

The clash of iron and brass echoed like thunder, reverberating in everyone's ears. 

Titan remained rooted, not budging an inch. The Brass Boar, however, froze in place. After a few seconds, a gust of wind blew past, and the boar collapsed stiffly onto its side with a thud, its head dented significantly. 

The match was over. 

Morse's expression shifted dramatically. 

Leon, unwilling to waste Titan's energy, had ordered it to go all out with a single punch, not knowing its full combat capabilities. 

Who would've thought one punch could flatten the Brass Boar? 

Such a big beast, yet so fragile? 

Of course! Though Metal Spirits appeared large, their interiors were hollow. Meanwhile, Titan was powered by a steam engine fueled by fire spirit stones, and its fists were solid iron. 

In hindsight, winning seemed reasonable. 

Leon: "So, this is a Metal Spirit?" 

Morse: ??? 

"That's a Metal Spirit?!" 

He was practically screaming internally. 

Wasn't size supposed to determine strength for lower-grade spirits? 

How could such a tiny spirit knock out my massive boar with one punch? 

Morse stood motionless, the ache in his chest growing unbearable. 

Petty turned to the stunned Beard. "You knew he was this strong, didn't you? That's why you teamed up with him?" 

Beard hesitated, his mouth opening and closing silently. 

Would you believe me if I said I just found out too? 

… 

"Leon, Titan seems different from when I last saw it!" 

In the forest outside Tashi Village, Beard and Petty followed closely behind Leon. 

Their two spirits, the Black Cat and the Golden Monkey, trailed behind Titan like little brothers following their leader. They occasionally peeked at Titan but quickly lowered their heads, as if afraid of being noticed. 

Even spirits instinctively revered the strong. 

After witnessing Titan's one-punch takedown of the massive boar, the two spirits had already acknowledged its dominance. 

Unfortunately, no matter how they tried to communicate, the aloof Titan remained silent, merely following its master with white steam puffing from its head. 

Leon casually explained, "I've taught Titan a new combat skill, so it's a bit different now." 

In a world steeped in mysticism, any explanation sufficed, leaving others to fill in the gaps. 

"A new combat skill?" Petty's eyes flicked between Titan and Leon. "Your Metal Spirit—Titan, right? It seems… different from others." 

"Not really," Leon replied. "Its intelligence is just as low. See how dazed it looks?" 

"I thought Titan's intelligence might be higher since it's so strong," Beard said, puzzled. 

"Still just a Metal Spirit. Its intelligence couldn't possibly be high..." 

Leon suddenly halted mid-sentence, sniffing the air. 

He caught a faint scent of blood. 

"Golden Monkey, go check it out..." 

Beard, noticing it too, immediately sent the Golden Monkey to investigate. 

Among their spirits, the monkey's speed made it ideal for scouting and retreating quickly if danger arose. 

The Golden Monkey returned swiftly, leaping into Beard's arms and gesturing frantically. 

"It says two injured demon bears are just ahead..." 

Thanks to their contract, Beard could understand the monkey's message and relayed it to Leon and Petty. 

"Let's go take a look." 

The three crept closer, peeking through the underbrush. Their eyes narrowed as they spotted two hulking black demon bears devouring a deer carcass. 

Both bears had several bone-deep wounds, and one had even lost a leg. 

"It seems the three-star Stone Spirit didn't go down without a fight. These bears are pretty beaten up," Leon observed.