Waylon’s eyes were red; he gritted his teeth furiously, as if he wanted to bite Harvey to death.

Harvey looked at Waylon, not wanting to waste his time.

“Fine. I’ll oblige.”

“I respect my elders, so you can decide how we fight.”

The customers were excited.

Geomancy experts were usually secretive people.

In the past, ordinary people couldn’t even come close to their sacred teachings.

Waylon grinned. Upon hearing Harvey’s words, he was sure he already had the upper hand.

“Since we’re talking about a challenge, we’ll have to make it quick!” he said, staring smugly at Harvey.

“Fundamentals are boring to watch. It’d be meaningless to compete that way.”

“We’ll compete with Curse Talismans!”

“There are two wolfhounds in the backyard. We’ll each choose one, then curse the other!”

“Whoever kills the other’s dog wins! Do you dare?”

Waylon glared proudly at Harvey, as if he had already won.

He knew Harvey was skilled in geomancy.

Usually, geomancy arts were based on saving people