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Above the vast marsh, water splashes emerged occasionally, creating ripples that spread out, emitting a strong fishy smell. However, these youngsters didn't mind it at all, attentively listening to Queyue Ming's explanation.

Seeing the determination in the eyes of these youngsters, a few of the youths standing near Queyue Ming nodded with satisfaction. One of them walked forward with a smile, stating, "Brother Ming is indeed correct; you all are our Queyue Tribe's future. However, at this moment, you all are still far from ready."

"Boys, watch closely now!"

Queyue Ming yelled again as he leaped into the marsh. The mire swallowed his legs up to his knees, but he didn't sink further.

"Brother Ming's strength has increased. The marsh only engulfs him to his knees now. Soon, he could match the strength of the tribal leader, and our Queyue Clan will have two warriors who have achieved the Perfect Bone-Tempering Realm!"