Terra Su shook his head impatiently, "How long are you going to keep babbling? If you want to play, start early. And ten breaths? Are you moving at a snail's pace? Three breaths, if you can't do it, then get lost and forget about any bets."

Isaac Ding was once again met with disdain, his inner rage boiling. Three breaths? This kid really dares to talk big, choosing the wrong day to seek death!

"Hmph, three breaths it is!"

Isaac Ding couldn't believe it. In three breaths, even a poison expert like him couldn't guarantee setting up a sophisticated poison trap. What could a snot-nosed kid like Terra Su possibly set up?@@novelbin@@

"Three, two, one, start!"

As soon as the countdown began, Isaac Ding's hands moved as swiftly as playing a zither, continuously pulling out various materials and skillfully setting up poisons around him.

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