The burly man named Black Ray snorted. Clearly deterred by Elder Shui Qian's imposing presence, he refrained from making another move and stepped back into place.
'What a shame... You got lucky, you idiot.' Han Ning was furious at being randomly insulted by the ugly, foul-smelling oaf in front of him.
He had just been waiting for Black Ray to attack. That way, it would be self-defense, and he could justifiably teach him a painful lesson.
"Preparation time is over. We will now proceed with the shell toss," Elder Shui Qian announced, giving the two no more time to wait.
"Here it comes, the shell toss!" The crowd in the stands leaned forward, their faces rapt with attention.
As Han Ning and Black Ray drew closer, until they were face-to-face only two meters apart, a young man ran over from Elder Shui Qian's side and opened his palm.
In his palm lay a seashell, shimmering with an aqua-blue light.
