Both participants were medical practitioners and also master and disciple, so the competition naturally involved medical expertise.
Hassan knew that over twenty years ago, Old Bray had acquired the book “The Art of Magic”,
which recorded numerous deadly magics, and today, they were competing in magic.
They would cast magic on each other and had to undo the magic placed upon themselves within three days; the first to do so would be the winner.
However, Hassan was not satisfied with such a mundane competition process, and before it started, he proposed that they also sign a life-or-death agreement.
By signing their names, they were leaving their fate to the heavens.
Cheyenne immediately raised objections.
“No way, this is your territory; who knows if you’ll play tricks during the competition.”
“This life-or-death agreement clearly shows that you want to take the opportunity to kill Old Bray.”
Hassan never hid his desire to kill Old Bray, but he wanted to defeat him first.
“Then let’s do this; prepare two cells to confine me and him separately, and no visits are allowed during these three days. We’ll open the cell doors at noon after three days.”
“During this period, Mr. Lara, you cannot visit me either.”
“That’s fine.”
Hayden quickly agreed, seemingly highly confident in Hassan and without a word of caution.
The competition officially started, and Hassan and Old Bray both wrote down the materials they needed on paper, which Hayden then sent someone to prepare.
An hour later, the materials they needed were delivered, and Kelvin stepped forward to take the bag.
“Let me do it; I need to check whether there’s any tampering with the two sets of materials.”
“Hmph, you are indeed very cautious, but rest assured… defeating him is the biggest wish of my life.”
Regarding this matter, Hassan did not want anyone else to interfere, so this competition was relatively fair.
Kelvin’s main purpose was not to check the materials.
As he took the cloth bag, he subtly cut his own finger, squeezing a few drops of blood onto the cloth strip.
He silently handed it to Old Bray.
It was said that Golden Silkworm Magic could neutralize the deadliest poisons in the world, hoping it would help Old Bray.
“Thank you.”
Old Bray gripped the cloth strip tightly, intending not to use the few drops of blood unless absolutely necessary.
For he wanted to see how much his traitorous disciple had learned over the years.
A tall young man walked in and whispered something in Hayden’s ear.
His brow furrowed, and his facial expression was somewhat contemptuous and mocking.
“I understand, you may leave now.”
“Yes.”
After the man left, Hayden continued to host the ongoing competition.
“Alright, the cells are ready for you; let’s begin now.”
The first stage was for each side to administer poison.
Hassan first revealed his treasure-a centipede the size of a thumb, bright red in color, with a pair of rich green eyes on its head.
Cheyenne just glanced at it and turned away feeling uncomfortable, cursing in his heart,
“No way, no way, is he really going to make Old Bray swallow this thing alive?”
“Don’t say I don’t respect my teacher. You start first.”
Old Bray glanced at him indifferently, his lips moved and his tone was very cold:
“Our teacher-student relationship ended twenty years ago, it’s inappropriate to talk about respecting me here.”
“But since you want to let me start first, naturally I won’t refuse.”
His preparation was simple; it wasn’t any snake or harmful insect.
It was just a tiny white pill.
It appeared no bigger than a watermelon seed, glowing with a faint white cold sheen, and one could faintly detect a smell of rot.
“Please go ahead.”
Although Cheyenne had no idea what the pill was, she was reminded of the Konjak Flower before by the familiar stench.
Hassan, tough as nails, didn’t even blink before snatching the pill and stuffing it into his mouth.
The Adam’s apple moved as it was swallowed into the stomach.
Normally, the taste of poison could be detected immediately upon consumption, but this pill had no taste at all, leaving him clueless for the moment.
He vaguely felt a stench in his mouth.
“It’s my turn now, please give it to me.”
Hassan gently raised his hand, handing over the wooden box containing the centipede to Old Bray.
“This is my treasure, refined over a year, and I believe it won’t disappoint you, teacher.”
And the method came from the book “The Art of Magic.”
Upon hearing the other party’s words, Cheyenne knew the centipede was not as simple as it seemed.
From the start, Old Bray was already at a loss.
She couldn’t help but speak for Old Bray,
“Oh, it took you a year. But Old Bray only spent an hour preparing that pill.”
Even if Hassan won, he only had the advantage of time.
Sure enough, the proud Hassan turned furious after hearing those words.
“So, what if I swallow another poison? It would still be difficult for me to detoxify two poisons within three days. Would that be fair?”
Cheyenne was about to nod in agreement, but Old Bray refused.
Old Bray said, “There’s no need. Refining magic isn’t about the length of time or the variety, but the difference in strength between magics.”
“Although I only spent an hour, it’s enough to win against him.”
Hearing Old Bray’s words, Hayden and Hassan laughed together.
They were mocking Old Bray’s overestimation, attempting to defeat someone’s year of research with an hour’s effort.
On the other side, Old Bray also, without a word, reached out for the centipede, tilted his head back, and threw it into his mouth.
The centipede’s slim shape as it passed through his throat, pushing up against his skin, was clearly visible to the naked eye.
Old Bray swallowed it down, resisting the nausea.
Cheyenne, unable to bear watching, turned her head away.
She felt relieved that she didn’t have to go on stage herself, unable to swallow a centipede live; she would definitely avoid using this ingredient in her future medicine preparations.
Poor Kelvin, this was the third time he had been severely shocked.
Seeing Old Bray swallow the bug, he was reminded of the small bug inside his own stomach.
As a result, Kelvin vomited even more violently than Old Bray.
Old Bray: “Go away!”
Kelvin: “Okay, okay, it’s really disgusting.”
He wanted to say that Old Bray was now emitting a rotten smell all over, and even a faint smell of blood.
The magic poison quickly took effect, Old Bray first bled from all seven orifices, then the bug in his stomach started crawling incessantly.
His body was both painful and itchy, especially his stomach…
Waves of cramping pain made him unable to resist collapsing to the ground.
Even though he was drenched in sweat and rolling on the ground, he still spoke ill of the other with insincerity.
“Well, it’s so so. I can bear it, hmph!”