“The one next to him should have been cut by Ben Bo, the difference is obvious.”

 The old shaman nodded.

  The boulder chopped by Sauerkraut only had the bottom about the size of a stool. But more than half of the stone chopped by Ben Bo was left.

 Took a few more steps.

 The two found a second pair of chopped boulders.

 You can tell who cut it at a glance.

Old Brown Scale laughed: "The fish can't get off the hook, they are competing. I know this guy Ben Bo is unruly and wild. He will definitely not be reconciled to losing for the first time and will definitely drag the pickled cabbage to compete.

The second time, the third time.”

 “He will lose miserably.”

 “You will clearly realize the power of sauerkraut!”

 Sure enough, the next few pairs of boulders were the most direct evidence, verifying Old Brown Scale’s guess.

Because he had to select a large enough boulder suitable for the competition, Sauerkraut did not stay in one place, but kept going deeper.

 The two old fishmen walked along their footsteps.

 Every time, I run and lose the competition.

 But the old brown scale's expression gradually changed.

  He found that the gap between the two was shortening. And the rate of shortening was getting faster and faster!

 This discovery shocked him!

  There is no doubt that Ben Bo’s progress has exceeded all records he knows.

 Finally, they saw pickled cabbage.

In a pile of rubble, Pickled Cabbage stood blankly, as motionless as a stone statue.

 It wasn’t until Old Brown Scales called out three times that Sauerkraut finally responded with an ahhhhhhhh.
Chapter completed!