The man in his middle age fixed his gaze on Haylan, his expression bearing a cold stare accompanied by a smile that appeared friendly at first glance.
However, to Haylan, Jerome, and the others, that smile seemed as terrifying as a demonâs grin.
There was no doubt about the manâs ill intentions.
Who are you? Haylan inquired with a hint of caution in his voice.
Tm just an admirer, the man replied.
The middleâaged man flashed a twisted smile at Haylan. âWell, well, Mr. Jaber, letâs play a little game, shall we? Iâm willing to bet that you wonât even come close to making it to the finals âAnd hereâs the deal, if I emerge victorious, youâll owe me a little favor, like helping me eliminate someone.
âBut if, by some miracle, you manage to win, you get the pleasure of removing my head.
âHowâs that for a thrilling wager? Are you gutsy enough to put it all on the line?â
As his words escaped his lips, the middleâaged man continued to stare at Haylan, his eyes brimming with an unsettling aura of murderous intent.
The flickering in his gaze sent a boneâchilling chill coursing through Jerome and Jerry, freezing them in their tracks.
Despite the absence of overtly menacing vibes, the middleâaged manâs choice of words alone sent a wave of unease surging through Jerome and Jerry, their hairs practically standing on end. It felt as though they were in the presence of a god of death.
Haylan stared back at the middleâaged man, undeterred. âAnd why should I engage in a bet with you? Or rather, what gives you the audacity to challenge me to one?â
The middleâaged man seemed to anticipate Haylanâs response, chuckling softly as he ran his fingers over a raw stone displayed on Haylanâs stall. âWell, perhaps I canât claim authority in other matters, but when it comes to stone detecting, I can outshine you any day!
âIf you lack the courage to bet against me, it can only mean youâre afraid of what Iâm capable of Haylanâs voice remained remarkably composed as he retorted, âNice try with the mind games, but you wonât get under my skin. Now, kindly show yourself out.â
The middleâaged manâs expression hardened, his gaze piercingly cold. âLet me make this clear one last time. If you donât have the guts to bet with me, youâll rue the day!â
Haylanâs resolve solidified, his unwavering attitude unyielding. âI wonât indulge in your foolish games. Iâve made my decision, and you can take your leave. End of story.â
Haylan couldnât help but scoff at the audacity of the middleâaged man.
Who did this guy think he was?
He had no interest in being anyoneâs doormat.
This despicable person wouldnât even receive a sliver of a chance to challenge him.
Haylan had bigger aspirations and wouldnât waste his time on such lowly people.
The middleâaged manâs anger flared as Haylan rejected him. His gaze turned even colder, emanating an unwavering intensity. âHaylan, how dare you refuse me?
âI donât want to repeat myself.â Haylan stared into the middleâaged manâs eyes.
His gaze was firm and sharp.
With a firm resolve, the man warned, âVery well, Haylan. You will face the consequences for your actions today.â
After his final glare, he reached out to touch the stone in front of Haylan before abruptly turning away and departing.
Haylan glanced at the manâs retreating figure, choosing to disregard him.
It was clear that this person recognized Haylan and harbored a desire to challenge him through a bet.
If he won, it would be a great deal.
If he lost, he wouldnât really lose anything.
Furthermore, he hadnât even bothered to introduce himself, yet he expected to use Haylan as a mere stepping stone to advance his own ambitions.
This was ridiculous!
âMr. Jaber, thank goodness you didnât fall for his bet, Jerome chimed in. âThat person is a Geoist Master.
âA Geoist Master? What the heck is that?â Haylan was utterly astonished.
Jerome eagerly provided an explanation, âAh, my friend, a Geoist Master is also known as an Earth Master!
âThese folks possess a mindâboggling ability to take regular olâ stones and transmute them into raw stones, which are like the ultimate gem nurseries. Itâs like alchemy, turning worthless rocks into sparkling treasures!
âAnd guess what? These masters arenât just creators of gems, theyâre destroyers too!
âWhen a Geoist Master sets their eyes on a stone they fancy, thereâs no stopping them. If anyone has the audacity to refuse, they unleash a wicked spell that transforms that raw stone, brimming with potential gems, into nothing more than useless scrap. Talk about a power move!â
âWait!â
Jeromeâs face twisted in concern as he urgently pointed out the stones that had fallen victim to the middleâaged manâs touch. âMr. Jaber, check it out! Have these raw stones been turned into worthless junk?â
When the middleâaged man left just now, his hand had touched this place.
Jerome suspected that the middleâaged manâs actions held a deeper purpose.
Haylan glanced downward, his eyes narrowing with an icy glare.
Amongst the raw stones one that had emerald in it.
However, after being touched by the middleâaged man, the gem raw stone became an ordinary stone without any spiritual energy.
But after the middleâaged manâs wretched touch, that jewel now sat lifeless, stripped of its spiritual energy like a common pebble.
âNicely done!â Haylan thought.
Meanwhile, a surge of anger ignited within his heart.
He held no personal grudge against that middleâaged man, but the audacity and shamelessness of his actions had caused undue suffering.
âMr. Jaber, how did our precious raw stones fare?â Jerome hurriedly inquired.
In a deep, commanding voice, Haylan responded, âOne of them has been obliterated!â
Jerome and Jerryâs faces contorted in alarm upon hearing the revelation. âSo, whatâs the plan now?â
Selecting three raw stones that had emeralds in them was crucial for progressing in the competition.
The situation looked grim. They only had three precious raw stones having emeralds in them, and one of them was ruined, their chances of victory seemed utterly shattered.
But lo and behold, the voice of the host boomed across the venue, signaling the start of the second round. âAlright, folks, take your seats and brace yourselves for the thrill!â
The host announced, âIn just 10 short minutes, we shall unveil 10 raw stones. Let the treasure hunt commence!â
The air crackled with anticipation as treasure appraisers, armed with magnifying glasses, eagerly scoured the raw stones.
Hickman and Huke fixed their gazes on the stones before them, their expressions were serious as they made their calculated assessments.
n a state of sheer panic, Jerome turned to Haylan, his voice trembling. âMr. Jaber, we gotta come up with a game plan. pronto!â
Jerry chimed in as well, exclaiming, âMr. Jaber, whatâs our move?â
Both Jerome and Jerry were seasoned individuals who had seen the world, typically maintaining a composed and collected demeanor.
However, upon learning of the destruction of a precious raw stone, anxiety surged within them.
Despite their desperate state, they couldnât conjure up a solution, placing their hopes solely on Haylan.
Haylan, still the epitome of calmness, directed their attention to the Jerome and Jerry promptly took action, meticulously arranging the stones.
âMr. Jaber, do we have three raw stones that have emeralds in them?â Jerome inquired.
Haylan shook his head and delivered the sobering truth, âIn this batch, only two raw stones have emeralds in them. The rest are mere rubbish.â
Hearing this revelation, Jerome and Jerryâs expressions morphed into masks of despair.
Their gazes shifted towards the middleâaged man in the distance, eyes brimming with intense hatred.
âDamn! If I get my hands on that despicable Geoist Master, heâll beg for a swift demise!â Jerry seethed, his teeth grinding in sheer fury.
The hefty price they had paid for their entry into the Gemstone Identification Competition weighed heavily on their minds.
Now, with their painstaking efforts seemingly dashed to naught, a surge of anger coursed through Jerryâs veins, prompting him to consider resorting to violence.
The Geoist Master, a middleâaged man, cast a disdainful smile their way, his eyes brimming with provocation.
âSon of a bitch!â
Jerry erupted, swiftly snatching a wooden stick from the stall, poised to pounce on the Geoist Master.
âStop, Jerry. Itâs useless.â
Jerome intervened just in the nick of time, restraining Jerry and offering a comforting pat on his shoulder. âOur foremost priority is safeguarding our chances to advance.
âOtherwise, weâd be squandering our hardâearned registration fees.â
Anxiety tinged Jerryâs eyes with a reddish hue as he implored, Jerome, whatâs the plan? Where can we unearth another raw stone with emerald?â
Jeromeâs countenance soured, his gaze locking onto Haylan. âMr. Jaber, enlighten us. What course of action should we pursue?â
Haylan, still exhibiting unflappable composure, revealed his plan. âMaybe we canât find a raw stone that has emerald in it may prove futile, but we can make one.
With that, Haylan commenced a sequence of intricate hand seals, rhythmically striking one of the raw stones.