Evan Chu could clearly see the anger on Faye Knox’s face, but right now he was heading straight for the elder in charge of counting wooden tokens, his expression full of confidence.
The elder glanced at Evan with disdain and said, "Bring out all the wooden tokens you’ve collected. Let’s see if you qualify for the next round."
Evan smiled but didn’t take out his tokens right away. Instead, he looked at the elder and said, "This table is way too small. I’m worried my tokens won’t fit, so you’d better swap it out for the biggest one you’ve got."
"What, swap tables? Kid, are you serious? You think you can fill this table? Do you even know your own strength? If you’re here to cause trouble, watch yourself or I’ll toss you in the dungeon," the elder said angrily.
People nearby overheard Evan’s words. That girl just now was already wild enough, dumping out a shocking number of tokens without even asking for a bigger table. But this guy was even more outrageous, acting crazier than her. Plenty of people thought he must be nuts or just here to stir up trouble, so they settled in to watch the show.
At that moment, the commander also looked over at Evan. Judging by the energy fluctuations around him, Evan was just a Second-Layer Saint Martial—nothing special among the Ghost Clan’s youths, really.
Evan said, "Since you think I’m bluffing, go ahead and count these tokens. Just don’t regret it!"
With a thought, Evan emptied all the wooden tokens from his storage ring onto the table. Instantly, the pile grew so high that plenty of tokens even spilled onto the ground.
So many tokens appearing at once stunned everyone there—especially the elder, the commander, and Faye Knox.
The elder stared at the tokens on the table for ages before finally blurting out, "Did you really collect all these yourself?"
"Are you kidding? If these weren’t mine, did you give them to me? I told you to swap tables but you looked down on me. Now count them yourself!" Evan snapped, in no mood to be polite. With his current strength in Grimchart City, he didn’t fear anyone—especially not some Eighth-Layer Saint Martial old man.
The commander was starting to lose his cool. Faye Knox’s earlier performance had already caught him off guard, but now Evan was even more astonishing. A mere Second-Layer Saint Martial managing to collect so many tokens? He’d never have believed it—unless Evan was also a hidden expert with an even better disguise.
"Count these tokens. I never expected my Ghost Clan to produce two peerless geniuses this round—it’s truly a surprise," the commander said.
Evan didn’t say anything, but turned to look at Faye Knox. Right now her face was ugly—she couldn’t believe that even after desperately slaughtering Ghost Clan in the Land of the Undead, Evan still had more tokens than her.
But that wasn’t even the worst part. If she had fewer tokens, it meant she’d lost their bet—and knowing how shameless Evan was, he’d definitely make some outrageous demand. She really had no idea how to deal with it.
Seeing Faye’s expression, Evan was instantly in a great mood. He sent her a secret voice transmission: "You’re doomed this time! Don’t forget our wager, hahaha!"
Faye glared at Evan. If looks could kill, he’d already be dead a thousand times over. Too bad that wasn’t possible—unless she had the Heavenly Eye of the Violet Demon Thunderfox.
The crowd grew lively again, gossiping about Evan no less than they had about Faye. Some figured that if Evan could pull out so many tokens, his Phantasite haul would surely be just as insane.
Hearing all this talk made Faye feel bitter. She wanted nothing more than to cut down everyone saying such things, but reason told her she had to endure.
After picking up all the tokens that had fallen to the ground, the elder finished counting and said, "There are 1,231 wooden tokens in total. I never thought you’d collect so many—what a surprise."
"The real surprise is yet to come. Don’t think being weak means you can’t win," Evan said, deliberately glancing at the commander.
The commander walked over, waved his hand, and the tokens vanished. He said to Evan, "Since you’ve got so many tokens, I bet your Phantasite haul is impressive too. Let’s see what kind of miracle you can show me."
Evan immediately took out all his Phantasite from his storage belt—except for the Tyrant Earthwyrm core, which he kept in reserve. In a flash, another mountain of Phantasite piled up on the table, shocking everyone yet again.
Even the middle-aged man floating in the air was stunned. How could this seemingly mediocre youth possibly collect so many tokens and Phantasite? Even he would need a long time to match that haul.
The elder no longer dared look down on Evan. Someone like this was clearly a wolf in sheep’s clothing—a future heavyweight in the Ghost Clan, not someone he could afford to offend.
The Phantasite was quickly counted. The elder’s attitude flipped, and he smiled at Evan: "A total of 415 pieces of Phantasite. This is the first time I’ve ever seen a contestant collect so much. Young man, you’re truly outstanding—the Ghost Clan’s future belongs to people like you."
"Four hundred and fifteen? That’s ninety-nine more than Faye Knox—so there’s no suspense about me beating her," Evan thought, laughing to himself.
"Not bad, not bad! You’ve got the most tokens in this round, but your Phantasite haul isn’t the highest. That girl earlier only had 316 pieces, but she’s got one giant Phantasite core worth a hundred regular stones. So her total is 416, while you’ve only got 415—you’re second place for now," the commander said.
Evan just laughed. "I know her giant core counts for a hundred, but do you really think she’s the only one who can get one? Are you underestimating me?"
"You have one too? Those only come from monsters at Ninth-Layer Saint Martial. Are you saying you could kill something that strong?" the commander asked in shock. Clearly, Evan’s words were hard to believe.
Faye Knox gave him a mysterious feeling—her true strength was impossible to read. But Evan’s cultivation was plain as day. Was it really possible for him to kill a Ninth-Layer Saint Martial monster? The commander just couldn’t believe it.
"It’s not up to you to decide—let’s see the result!" Evan said with a smile, producing a Phantasite core just as big as the one Faye had shown...