To win the competition, he had somehow acquired an artificial skin and draped it over himself.
As a result, he now looked like a hideous and frightening figure, as if a shell of skin was wrapped around a skeleton.
With seemingly a gentle tug, Old Bray managed to tear off an entire layer of skin and flesh from his hand, revealing the black, rotten flesh underneath.
Vaguely, one could see white maggots wriggling and crawling inside.
Seeing this scene, everyone vomited in disgust.
Even Hayden covered his nose with a handkerchief and said loudly in disdain:
“Step back a bit, it’s too disgusting.”
It was even more terrifying than the hanging corpse wall he had seen a few days ago.
At this time, Hassan was so shocked that he actually died from suffocation!
Before his death, he glared at Old Bray, mumbling to himself, “I can’t believe it… I don’t believe this.”
How could he possibly lose?
After all, he had read the complete version of “The Art of Magic”.
And the moment Old Bray saw his disciple collapse, he couldn’t tell if it was pain or regret in his heart.
No matter what, Hassan was his disciple.
Their relationship was once like father and son, and he truly treated him as his own child.
As an elder, Old Bray felt heartbroken to be sending off someone younger.
He also blamed himself for not teaching Hassan well, leading him to this dead end.
Old Bray squatted down powerlessly and gently closed Hassan’s eyes.
He whispered in his ear, “Actually, you have a good talent. I once said that you were a rare talent in a hundred years, and I wasn’t lying.”
“However, your flaw was your pride and arrogance, unable to tolerate the slightest grievance.”
“The reason you lost is that ‘The Art of Magic’ was partly written by me.”
How could it possibly be complete?
Since Old Bray himself had not thought about completing it, the latter half mentioned by Hassan was actually added by the Cunningham family later on.
Its core theme had long deviated from his original concept, and Hassan, using this book as a textbook for study, forgot to explore the differences.
This led to his ultimate failure!
Hayden had lost the first game, his eyebrows furrowed tightly.
He waved his hand lightly, ordering his men to take the body away.
Jaelynn, standing beside him, dissatisfiedly stopped him.
“Why bother with a dignified burial for such trash? Just dump him in a mass grave, right?”
After Jaelynn spoke, Hayden did not object.
To his two men, it seemed the young master had tacitly agreed.
Therefore, they carried Hassan’s body together towards the mass grave for disposal, leaving it to be devoured by wild snakes and beasts of the mountain.
Hassan, who had been quite renowned in his youth, ended up with such a miserable fate, inevitably causing sighs of lament.
Old Bray sighed in his heart.
He felt it was not worth it for Hassan.
Dying for such an unemotional organization, only to be discarded in such a hasty manner.
What was it all for?
If he had not harbored evil intentions back then and followed him wholeheartedly and diligently,
By now, he might at least have become a dean, a respected medical expert.
The deceased has passed away, and anything said now is too late.
When Old Bray decided to cast this spell on him, he also made up his mind to cleanse the sect.
“The result is out, I’m tired and will go rest first. The rest is up to you and Kelvin to handle.”
“Okay.”
Cheyenne smiled gratefully at Old Bray, giving him an admiring thumbs-up.
“I never doubted you, Old Bray. I knew you would win.”
“Oh, stop flattering me, Cheyenne. I’m just using a little trick,” Old Bray humbly replied.
His modesty felt like a slap in the face to Hayden, Jaelynn, and the others.
Just moments ago, they were relieved that Hassan had beaten Old Bray; the next second, Hassan was dead.
The safe one turned out to be this seemingly old man with white hair.
Now everyone felt their faces burning with pain; their faces were swollen.
Jaelynn looked at Hayden displeasedly and suddenly kicked a trash can next to her angrily.
“I told you we should have just killed them. You insisted on playing these tedious games,” she complained and then coldly turned away and left.
Only Cheyenne and the others remained.
Hayden could barely keep his smile, but he maintained a calm facade.
Two rounds remained, and the next round was crucial; they could not afford another loss.
“Mrs. Foley, how do you want the second round to go?”
At this, Cheyenne glanced at the cage holding Omari and said firmly,
“Let’s continue as you initially proposed. We’ll bet on whether Omari can recognize me without harming me.”
“If he recognizes me and doesn’t hurt me, then you hand over his antidote.”
“If not, I’m willing to take the same poison. How does that sound?”
Hayden, overseeing this round himself, was confident of his victory and quickly agreed to Cheyenne’s terms.
“That’s fine as long as you don’t regret it later, Mrs. Foley.”
“Don’t worry, I certainly won’t.”
“When does the match start?”
“There’s no day like today. Let’s do it now.”
“Fine.”
As soon as they reached an agreement, a weak voice suddenly came from behind them.
Turning around, they saw Elsa had arrived.
Elsa had just bumped into her aunt, who had stormed off in a huff.
After asking around, she learned that they had lost the first round and that the second round was about to begin. She hurried over.
Upon hearing that it involved a gamble with Cheyenne, she thought she could defeat her and came despite being ill.
Initially, Hayden was against it, but persuaded by Elsa’s insistence, he agreed.
“Alright, but we absolutely cannot afford to lose this time.”
“Well, even if you don’t have faith in me, you should have faith in your mother parasite,” Elsa said confidently.
On the other hand, Kelvin also expressed his concern for Cheyenne.
If it were the old Omari, there would be no need for concern.
But now Omari had lost his reason and did not recognize Cheyenne.
Cheyenne, risking herself in this way, worried him.
Knowing his concerns, she comforted him with a smile.
“I trust Omari just as I trusted Old Bray. Don’t worry, he won’t hurt me.”
“But…”
Kelvin couldn’t finish his sentence as Cheyenne already started walking determinedly towards the cage.
He could only hope that Omari would regain his senses soon and not harm Cheyenne.
Elsa also took a mother parasite from Hayden, a black snake as thin as a thread.
It looked disgusting, but she had to hold it, because only by having it could she control Omari.
“Cheyenne, you’re going to lose!” she declared menacingly, holding the mother parasite.