Unfortunately, James Carter didn’t have a source armor on hand. He had only seen source armor twice at the patrol academy, and even then, he had just seen it—he wasn’t even qualified to touch it.

“Is something wrong with Sister Smith?”

Emily suddenly frowned slightly, and said a bit nervously, “Dad, go check quickly, Sister Smith is in danger!”

Chapter 11: Trial

The thick, arched dome made of reinforced concrete, with three walls and the floor also poured from concrete. Only one wall was made of massive bulletproof glass.

This sealed space was as large as one and a half basketball courts. In the center stood a granite boulder taller than a person.

At this moment, Grace Smith was leaning against the granite boulder, gasping for breath, sweat constantly streaming down her forehead and sliding along her cheeks, leaving little water marks on her black source armor.

Grace Smith was wearing a half-body armor that fit tightly to her curves, completely wrapping her upper body, arms, and hands. It presented a tough, sharp, yet graceful silhouette.

Under the bright overhead lights, the source armor reflected a beautiful black metallic sheen. The slightly raised rivets on it gave the armor a unique modern industrial feel.

The fierce battle just now had left claw marks across the chest, back, and other parts of the armor, greatly marring its beauty.

Grace Smith, however, had no mind to care about these details. Her bright eyes were fixed intently on the wolf demon across from her.

This wolf demon was nearly two and a half meters tall. Even hunched over, he was much taller than Grace Smith.

The huge difference in size made the disparity in strength between the two instantly clear.

The wolf demon’s tall, burly body was covered in thick black fur. There were also several deep bloody gashes on his chest and abdomen, but for his massive body, these wounds seemed insignificant.

The wolf demon was also breathing heavily, but unlike Grace Smith, it wasn’t due to exhaustion, but because he was in a berserk state—his heart was pounding at a rate of four hundred beats per minute.

The surging hot blood had even dyed his green eyes red. His engorged body became even larger, with exaggerated muscle lines.

Even the heavy breaths he exhaled turned into clouds of white mist in the cold room.

Behind the bulletproof glass, a group of people watched the battle intently.

At the very front stood Helen White, a woman in her thirties. Her beautiful face was filled with unconcealable tension.

Solo slaying a wolf demon was the hunter’s trial assessment. Although she was Grace Smith’s teacher, she could not interfere. She didn’t even have the authority to call a halt.

Grace Smith was only seventeen, with a first-tier, four-star source power cultivation. Participating in the hunter assessment was already a stretch.

But Grace Smith insisted on taking the test. On the other hand, considering Grace Smith’s extraordinary combat talent, she felt the chances of passing were still high, so she didn’t stop her.

Unexpectedly, during the fight, the wolf demon suddenly entered a berserk state. In this state, a demon’s combat power could triple.

In other circumstances, a source master could wear down a demon’s strength by maneuvering.

The berserk state, though terrifying, couldn’t last long—at most two or three minutes. After the berserk state ended, the demon would be at their mercy.

But in the sealed trial room, Grace Smith had nowhere to hide.

Helen White looked at Brian Clark, the vice president of the Changyang Hunter Branch and the host of the trial. Only he had the authority to call off the trial.

Brian Clark was a man in his forties, well-maintained, dressed in a designer suit, hair slicked back with gel, looking every bit the elite.

Brian Clark’s face was somber, his eyes behind gold-rimmed glasses flickering uncertainly, lost in thought, seemingly oblivious to Helen White’s pleading gaze.

With no other choice, Helen White could only plead, “President Clark, let’s end the trial here. We concede.”

Before Brian Clark could speak, an old woman with a head full of white hair beside him sneered, “Helen White, the hunter assessment isn’t a game. We disagreed from the start—it was you who insisted on participating.

“Now you want to quit halfway? How is that reasonable!”

Helen White didn’t want to argue, especially not with the white-haired old woman. She said to Brian Clark, “The werewolf has already entered a berserk state. This is beyond the scope of the trial.”

Brian Clark pondered for a moment and said ambiguously, “Grace Smith has great combat talent. I still have high hopes for her. Don’t rush, let’s watch a bit longer…”

Behind these three, a dozen or so young men and women were all listening in, eager for gossip.

Most of them wore expressions of schadenfreude.

As reserve hunters of the Hunter Association, they were all qualified to participate in the trial, but none wanted to take the risk.

Defeating a wolf demon alone was far too dangerous for them.

Grace Smith’s participation in the trial made most of these reserve hunters extremely jealous. Seeing Grace Smith in trouble, they naturally couldn’t help but gloat.

Grace Smith couldn’t see these subtle expressions, but James Carter could see them clearly.

Through the mysterious connection of the Taiyi Order, James Carter had already descended to Grace Smith’s side.

James Carter could observe a radius of about fifty meters centered on Grace Smith.

This time, he had a more detailed experience of the state of descent.

For example, in this state, he could pass through most materials, though it was difficult to pass through human bodies. Especially with these source masters—when he got close, he felt a distinct sense of pressure.

Fortunately, these source masters couldn’t see him.