The Man’s Decree

Gregory had initially thought that Jared was not doing anything due to the lack of a pill cauldron.

“Mr. Stark, don't worry. Mr. Chance hasn't started yet because he's confident.” Ghaylen intervened when he saw Gregory about to lend his pill cauldron to Jared.

“Hey, this is the most critical part of the competition. We can't afford to be careless! If Mr. Chance doesn't win first place, I'll feel really bad. It's all because of me...” Gregory blamed himself, his face filled with self-reproach.

If he hadn't been manipulated, Jared wouldn't have ended up in this fourth round of the competition.

Ghaylen patted Gregory on the shoulder, trying to calm him down. Hence, Gregory had no choice but to sit back down.

Meanwhile, within Roderick's spiritual cauldron, the spiritual fire surged. A medicinal aroma wafted in the air as the flames danced and shifted continuously,

Strands of aura continually swirled around the spiritual cauldron, indicating an extremely fast alchemical process was happening within.

However, Jared remained calm, merely watching Roderick intently.

Roderick felt slightly unnerved by Jared's persistent gaze and said, “Why do you keep staring at me? If you don't have a pill cauldron and can't craft a Seventh Level pill, just admit defeat already and save us all some time.”

“Who told you that I can't craft it? I'm just not in the mood to start now. If I can craft a Seventh Level pill in just a few minutes, wouldn't that disgrace you?” Jared replied with a cold smirk.

Hearing Jared's confident words, Roderick retorted, “Kid, stop bragging. I've already completed half of my Seventh Level pill. Even if you start now, you won't catch up to me! Crafting a Seventh Level pill in a few minutes is an outrageous claim. If you truly manage to craft one that quickly, I'll not only bow down to you, but I'll also give you my spiritual cauldron. If you fail, you'll need to bow to me three times. How about that?”

Jared's eyes brightened at Roderick's proposal. “It's a deal. Can I trust your words, though?”

“A real man keeps his word. There are so many witnesses here. How could I not keep my word?” Roderick affirmed.

As Jared and Roderick unexpectedly began to bet on the arena, the others also became increasingly exhilarated.

However, they all believed Jared was merely boasting. After all, who could craft a Seventh Level pill in just a few minutes?

“This young man's spiritual sense is impressive, but he's too young. Only someone so young would say something like that and dare make such a bet,” the elderly judge commented, shaking his head repeatedly.

Initially, he admired Jared for being able to craft such a potent Focus Pill at his age. He even went as far as considering Jared a prodigy.

However, Jared's penchant for boasting was a flaw.

Gregory also grew anxious. He really wanted to stop Jared as he thought the latter shouldn't be betting against Roderick!

“Since you're true to your word, I'll give it a try,” Jared said.

With that, he casually made a gesture.

His Divine Cauldron flew out from his Storage Ring before landing on the stage.

“What's that? A cauldron?”