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To be honest, Lin Sen never paid much attention to Niu Kuang's "Crazy Bull Guild" from the beginning.

the reason is simple.

First, he had never seen the name "Mad Bull Guild" on any mainstream guild rankings. It wasn't a well-known force, nor did it have any noteworthy achievements. Just a small, unheard-of guild, nothing more.

Secondly, and more importantly, from the moment they entered this secret realm, none of the members of the Mad Bull Guild, including Mad Bull, the self-proclaimed "leader," ever summoned their pets in public.

What is the pet's level? I don't know.

What kind of pet is it? I don't know.

How strong are they? We don't know either.

Not a single card has been revealed.

Therefore, no matter how arrogant and domineering Niu Kuang appeared on the surface, in Lin Sen's heart, his evaluation of the Kuang Niu Guild was always at a very low level.

After all—you only know if it's a mule or a horse when you take it out for a spin.

Just by talking tough, you can intimidate a young guy like Fang Xu, but you can never intimidate Lin Sen.

Of course, Lin Sen didn't harbor any hostility towards the Mad Bull Guild. There was no direct conflict between the two sides; they kept to themselves and didn't interfere with each other.

As for whether or not to remind Song Chen that "the Mad Bull Guild might not be that strong, so there's no need to be too wary"—

Lin Sen wouldn't say another word.

To be honest, he actually quite enjoyed seeing Song Chen repeatedly get the short end of the stick in front of Niu Kuang. Watching his imperious "team leader" get rendered speechless by a roughneck was one of the few sources of enjoyment in Lin Sen's otherwise monotonous work.

But now—

Lin Sen slowly withdrew his gaze, his eyes returning to the dark red saw wheel speeding through the forest.

The saw blade rotates, wood chips fly everywhere, and the efficiency is amazing.

His gaze darkened.

At this moment, Lin Sen's assessment of the "Mad Bull Guild" quietly rose a level.

Whether Mad Bull himself is bluffing remains to be seen. But one thing is certain—in this Pandora's Horde competition, Mad Bull's hand is not as simple as it seems on the surface.

At the very least, the output of this saw wheel alone in logging operations should not be underestimated.

Moreover, this is only Er Mao's pet.

Niu Kuang's pet has yet to make an appearance. Tie Dan patted his chest before leaving today, saying, "I'll open your eyes," but who knows what new tricks he's up his sleeve.

Lin Sen pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, the lenses reflecting a cold gleam in the light filtering through the tree canopy.

"It seems this competition..."

He spoke softly, a meaningful smile curving his lips.

"This looks promising."

After speaking, Lin Sen didn't linger any longer. He took one last look at the saw wheel rampaging through the woods and Er Mao leaning against a tree with a look of utter despair, then turned around and slowly walked away along the path he had come from.

The footsteps were very light, blending into the sounds of logging echoing through the forest, leaving no trace.

Inside the carpenter's shop.

Murong Jiao was helping Mu Qing move a polished low table out of the inner room and place it in the shop's display area.

Murong Sha stood behind the counter, flipping through an order list that Mu Qing had handed her. It was filled with detailed records of the types and quantities of furniture that various tribes had recently ordered.

"Your hands are so skillful," Mu Qingqing praised with a smile, "much better than I expected."

“Of course.” Murong Jiao clapped the sawdust off her hands and raised her chin. “Don’t underestimate us just because we’re outsiders; we’re very capable when it comes to work—”

He hadn't finished speaking.

Are you still hiring?

A voice came from the shop entrance, full of energy and enthusiasm.

The three of them looked up at the same time.

A young man with a shiny bald head stood at the door. He was sturdy, with bronze skin, and looked like a short, thick wooden stake.

It was Tie Dan.

Murong Jiao raised an eyebrow; she didn't harbor any hostility towards Tie Dan. But after all, he was one of her competitors.

Mu Qingqing wasn't wary at all and greeted him with a smile: "You're one of the warriors Chief Flying Axe mentioned, right?"

Tie Dan chuckled and scratched his shiny forehead: "That's right!"

"We're not short of people for the furniture sales in the front," Mu Qingqing tilted her head and thought for a moment. "But we're still short of people for the carpentry work in the backyard."

Upon hearing this, Tie Dan's eyes lit up, and he nodded vigorously.

"I can rest assured that!"

After saying that, without waiting for Mu Qingqing to lead the way, he strode around the shop and headed straight for the backyard.

Murong Jiao watched his retreating figure, put her hands on her hips, and muttered to Murong Sha in a low voice, "This guy came to work on our Wood Clan's territory, but he only has 60% of the points, right? What's his motive?"

Murong Sha's eyes flickered slightly, but she did not answer immediately.

--backyard.

Fang Xu was squatting on the ground, sanding a wooden table leg with sandpaper, following Mu Feng's instructions. His technique was clumsy but earnest, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

The sound of footsteps grew louder as they approached.

Fang Xu looked up and saw Tie Dan's shiny head appear at the backyard gate.

Why are you here?

Tie Dan grinned at him: "Here to get some work done."

Fang Xu opened his mouth, unsure what to say. What kind of situation was this—a competitor working right next to him?

Mu Feng put down the plane in his hand, turned around, and looked at the uninvited young man. Tie Dan immediately stopped joking and respectfully explained his purpose.

"No problem." Mu Feng nodded gently. "The carpentry work in the backyard is open to all, as long as you're willing to learn."

Tie Dan rubbed his hands together and grinned, "Senior Mu Feng, although I, Tie Dan, come from a village, I am a man with great ambitions. I don't want to just earn basic points."

Mu Feng glanced at him and smiled: "Then you need to have the corresponding skills, or rather, talent."

"Well, I don't have any skills," Tie Dan said frankly, not feeling ashamed at all.

He took a ball from his waist and held it high.

“But my pet can!”

Chapter 208 The Crouching Dragon and the Young Phoenix (Part 3)

A flash of white light.

A round little bear appeared in the middle of the backyard.

It wasn't very big, its body covered in soft brown fur, making it look like a rag doll. It had a blade of grass between its teeth, a red scarf around its neck, and a few tufts of hair sticking up on its head.

Its two front paws are the most eye-catching feature.

One paw held a bulging tool bag, while the other gripped a wooden hammer. The hammer wasn't large, but its head was rounded, polished smooth and shiny, and looked like it had been used for a long time.

Fang Xu was stunned.

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Wooden Hammer

Attribute: Earth

Hobbies: Enjoys banging and tapping.

Description: He carries a hammer around every day, and his friends sometimes call him Hammer.

Level: 17.

Tie Dan said confidently, "Wooden Hammer, let them see how powerful you are!"

Wooden Hammer's two round, black eyes darted around as it surveyed the backyard.

Then—it moved.

With a blade of grass in its mouth, it waddled with its short, round legs straight toward the pile of lumber waiting to be processed. It put down its tool bag, took out a small wooden wedge, then squatted down next to a half-finished chair leg, tilting its round head to look at it for a couple of seconds.

“Du”.

The wooden hammer fell, precisely driving the wooden wedge into the mortise and tenon joint.

The intensity was just right.

"Tap, tap."

Two taps later, the wooden wedge was perfectly inserted into the mortise, neither too deep nor too shallow, with no misalignment whatsoever.

Fang Xu's eyes widened.

Mu Feng also stopped what he was doing.

His gaze fell on the wooden hammer, and a clear interest appeared in his eyes, which had seen all kinds of wood.

Wooden Hammer seemed completely oblivious to the stares of those around it. It swapped a smaller mallet for a larger one from its toolbox and began working on a curve on the chair leg that needed a minor adjustment.

Each tap was light and precise.

Mu Feng slowly walked over, squatted down, and carefully examined the work that Mu Mu Chui had just done.

There was a silence for several seconds.

“Interesting.” He stood up, looked at Tie Dan, and the smile in his eyes was noticeably deeper than before. “Your pet has a better understanding of wood than most apprentices who have studied for three years. It’s as if it was born to be a carpenter.”

Tie Dan puffed out his chest, looking quite proud: "Of course! My Mu Mu Chui's favorite thing to do is to bang and hammer! Ever since the day I met him, he's been carrying his hammer around looking for things to bang on!"

Fang Xu squatted down beside him, watching Mu Muchui's smooth and skillful movements, and then looked at the table leg in his own hand that was worn and pitted.

He was silent.

Normally speaking, this kind of skill-intensive and delicate work is something that pets cannot do as well as humans.

And now, he, a human being, has been outshone by a pet.