Terrible news! My deskmate's first chapter is gone!

The white-haired old man was dressed in a purple and white robe, with the purple as the main color and pure white trim on the sleeves.

The white edge was pierced with fine black lines, like sword marks left by a sharp blade, clean and cold.

His white hair, coupled with his long, white beard that exuded an air of otherworldly pride, was not the kind of white that signifies old age, but rather a pure, snow-white white.

This kind of white gives people a sense of vibrant energy and youthful freshness.

But his face was indeed aged, and combined with his features, he had a rare appearance that suggested he was both old and young.

The white-haired old man squinted, giving off an extremely emotionless aura, as if he didn't care about anything in the world.

What startled Lin Fan the most was the sound of the other person's footsteps approaching—it was all too steady.

The sound of each step on the ground was perfectly precise.

It's important to understand that even when you control your strength with mechanical precision, the sound of your footsteps will still vary depending on subtle changes in the surrounding environment.

Even in the same environment, the terrain's slope and scattered debris can inevitably cause variations in the sound.

But this old man was different; every footprint he left produced a tone with the exact same frequency, so regular it was astonishing.

If it's a friend, this voice is reassuring; if it's an enemy... well, that's a bit scary!

"Did you kill them?"

"Why!?"

Lin Fan asked calmly. Although there were corpses all over the place, he was no longer an ordinary senior high school student. He would not tremble even in the face of floods and beasts.

Of course, this excludes body fat.

The old man did not answer Lin Fan's question, but slowly raised his right hand and grasped the sword hilt.

The meaning is obvious at a glance.

Lin Fan already knew the answer from the old man with white hair's words, "I didn't expect there would still be some who slipped through the net." He asked again just to see what had happened.

I never expected the white-haired old man to be so decisive in killing; he attacked as soon as he saw me!

Fortunately, they weren't unprepared.

"Qingqing, do it!"

Lin Fan said coldly, as if he had been prepared for this.

Lin Fan had seen all the corpses on the road. They had all been killed by being cut by sharp objects, and each had only one wound on their body, which meant that most of them were injured in the back first.

This indicates that they were killed instantly while turning to run away, and also proves that the killer was the same person.

Considering that all 50 people have the same wound, it is highly likely that there is only one enemy, not the one who attacked.

Lin Fan no longer has any telekinesis, so the treasure-hunting rats in Assam can only squeak and are completely useless in a fight.

Then the stage naturally fell into the hands of the 1V1 queen, Wang Qingqing!

Having already prepared herself mentally, Wang Qingqing didn't hesitate at all and directly took out the golden card she had obtained from the cookie man.

Wild Card!

This item is ranked 8th among forbidden items, it's very high-class, and it's perfect as a bargaining chip!

Furthermore, Wang Qingqing had a premonition that if she used this as a bargaining chip, the final balance of victory would tip slightly in her favor.

Simply put, the win rate increased from 49% to 51%!

If you have a good mindset, you can think of it as having the advantage in every bet!

Wang Qingqing held the wild card in her left hand and opened her right palm, whereupon a silver coin inexplicably appeared.

"gambler?"

The white-haired old man's half-closed eyelids opened slightly after he saw the silver coin in Wang Qingqing's palm.

"The game begins!"

The white-haired old man was a ruthless killer, and Wang Qingqing naturally wouldn't give him any chance.

She understood that she was the only fighting force available at this stage, and she absolutely had to win this battle.

Otherwise, all three of them will die!

but......

Neither the white-haired old man nor the wild card in his hand were covered by the blue light.

This means the betting game failed to start.

The betting was mandatory; the fact that it couldn't start only means...

"Not enough chips!"

"I don't have enough chips to start the game!"

"This old devil's value surpasses even the wild card!"

Upon seeing this, Wang Qingqing's voice trembled, carrying a deep-seated despair, as she spoke slowly and deliberately.

Whoosh!

Just as Wang Qingqing was about to suffer a defeat, the white-haired old man drew the long sword that was slung over his back.

The sword is made of some unknown material. On the surface, the blade appears to be forged from ordinary iron, but it emits a faint golden light from the inside out.

These golden lights gave people a sense of hope and warmth, a feeling that no matter what danger they encountered, they could always overcome it.

Even in the darkness, it gives one the feeling that dawn is just around the corner, making one want to persevere.

It's hard to believe that such a positive and powerful sword is wielded by an old devil whose eyes are only filled with killing.

and many more!

Could this sword be...?

Lin Fan suddenly realized something, and a glint of light flashed in his eyes:

"Sword of Dawn!"

If this old devil were wielding the Dawn Sword, which is ranked second, then all of this would make perfect sense.

Even if the old devil himself is worthless, the Dawn Sword, ranked second, is not comparable to the Wild Card, ranked eighth.

No wonder they didn't have enough chips!

"Good taste."

The white-haired old man said calmly, showing neither surprise nor astonishment at Lin Fan's remarks.

It really is...

Lin Fan thought to himself with some disappointment.

No one would be happy to face a sudden increase in difficulty.

Then, the white-haired old man slowly raised the Sword of Dawn in his hand, holding it high in a gesture of judgment.

Given this distance and this action, could it be a ranged attack?

Is this what's known as sword energy?

Lin Fan made a guess instinctively.

At the same time, I had a little doubt in my mind.

Neither the people who were killed nor the surrounding environment left any trace of the sword energy.

This reminded Lin Fan of the perfectly synchronized footsteps of the white-haired old man when he appeared.

Could this old man possibly have perfect control over all the power?

Is there a way to make the sword energy just strong enough to kill the target without overflowing even a little bit?

Is this possible? Or does it make sense?

The only meaning Lin Fan could think of seemed to be conserving mental energy.

Let's also talk about... obsessive-compulsive disorder?

Is this old man a Virgo?

These thoughts flashed through Lin Fan's mind in an instant, but now was clearly not the time to ponder this question.

"Qingqing, use this!"

Lin Fan hurriedly took off the drawing board he was carrying and threw it over:

"Use this as a bet against him!"

Since the white-haired old man wields the Sword of Dawn, then the ranking of the Qitian Stone Crown must be insufficient.

Therefore, Lin Fan skipped the original alternative plan and chose to take a gamble with the temporary plan of using the drawing board!

With a "snap," Wang Qingqing caught the drawing board steadily. Although there was an accident, it did not affect the execution of the task.

"The game begins!"

The white-haired old man's hand, which was about to fall, suddenly paused, and his whole body was enveloped in blue light, like a video that had been paused, unable to fall for a long time.

Also enveloped in blue light was the canvas called the Future!

The gambler's extraordinary ability, [Chips], has been successfully activated!

(Some readers might say that the Sword of Dawn was broken in the previous chapter, but I haven't forgotten that, and there's no mistake in this chapter either. The answers will be revealed later.)