At that moment, Revati wanted to help Somdatt, but she simply couldn't. She didn't have any money left. Whatever savings she had, she had already spent on Veer's treatment. And a month ago, when Veer had asked her for money to create Divya Jal, she had given it to him. Now, all she had left were a few silver and gold coins.
"What happened, Somdatt? Are you afraid to place the bet?"
Ashutosh mocked him.
"Enough, Ashutosh… Where would Somdatt even get that kind of money? He was just trying to scare you. Am I right, Somdatt? If you want, I can lend you some."
Aman also mocked Somdatt in front of everyone. He already didn't like Somdatt, especially because he always sided with Revati. Now that he had a chance to ridicule him, how could he let it pass?
Hearing them, Somdatt's face turned red with embarrassment. He couldn't even lift his gaze. If he accepted the bet and lost, his entire life's savings would be gone. But if he didn't accept, the honor he'd earned over the years would be lost in front of everyone. It was a case of being stuck between the devil and the deep blue sea. He had no idea what to do.
Just then, a voice reached his ears, "Somdatt Dada... don't worry about the money. If you're willing, I can help."
The voice sounded familiar. When he turned toward it, he saw a boy and a girl holding hands and walking through the main gate of the arena toward him.
At first, Somdatt didn't recognize the boy. But after a closer look, he realized—it was none other than Veer.
"Revati… after spending all your money on Veer's treatment, do you really have enough left to place a bet with us?"
Aman asked, mocking Revati this time.
Revati didn't respond. In truth, she didn't know either how Veer had managed to bring the money. But she knew that if Veer was doing something, there had to be a reason behind it. So, she remained silent.
"Pranaam, Kulpramukh (Head of the Clan)."
"Pranaam, Varishtha (Senior Elder)."
Veer greeted Kulpramukh Vardhan Singh and Elder Amar Singh respectfully.
Seeing Veer, Vardhan Singh couldn't hide his surprise. The last time they met was a month ago when he was punishing Ravi. Back then, Veer was in such poor condition he couldn't even stand properly. But now—within just a month—he looked completely transformed.
"Third level… Veer, you've entered the third level of the Physical Mandala!"
Vardhan Singh asked, astonished.
Upon hearing this, all the Elders focused their senses on Veer's energy level. When they realized Veer had indeed reached the third level, they were shocked—except for two people: Revati and Somdatt.
"As far as I remember, Veer was extremely weak a month ago. Ravi had beaten him so badly he couldn't get out of bed. At that time, he hadn't even reached the first level. How did he reach the third level now?"
"Exactly. He wasn't even a warrior then. It's barely been a month. Not only has he entered the first level, but he's already at the third! Are my eyes deceiving me?"
"Your eyes aren't deceiving you. What you're seeing is real. Veer has indeed entered the third level. I believe someone must have helped him."
Aman and the other Elders were stunned.
Veer had delivered a blow they hadn't expected. It would take time for them to process it.
Only one person in the entire arena looked at Veer with genuine interest—and that was Amar Singh.
In contrast, Aman looked rattled. He couldn't believe Veer had reached the third level. Just a month ago, he had been mocking Veer, thinking it would take him at least four months to reach the second level.
But now, Veer had done the unthinkable in one month.
Then Aman looked at Abhijeet and calmed himself. Whether Veer was at the second or third level, he couldn't defeat Abhijeet.
"Veer, did I hear correctly? You want to bet 500 silver coins against all of us?"
Amar asked him.
"Yes, you heard right. I want to place a bet with all of you,"
Veer replied without any emotion.
"That's all fine… but as far as I know, your mother Revati spent all her money on your treatment. I doubt you even have 100 silver coins left, let alone 500."
Aman questioned Veer again.
"You're right… Neither I nor my family currently has 500 silver coins,"
Veer agreed.
He was well aware of their financial condition. This bet was his way of trying to earn some money.
"Veer, it's great you want to bet with me, Somdatt, and Ashutosh. But to do that, you need to actually have the money. As you just said, you don't. So you can't place the bet. This isn't a game."
Aman mocked him again.
"Who told you I want to bet without money? You think I'm like you—someone who only knows how to talk big?"
Veer retorted.
Hearing this, rage flared in Aman's eyes. If Revati, the clan head, and the elders weren't present, he would've torn Veer apart.
Veer noticed the anger in Aman's eyes but ignored it. He turned to Diya and said softly, "Diya, go sit with my mother. I'll be right back."
As soon as he spoke, Diya went and sat beside Revati.
"Revati, you are truly fortunate to have such a good wife for your son,"
Some Elders commented while congratulating her.
Diya blushed and lowered her head. Her face turned crimson with embarrassment.
Meanwhile, Revati was lost in thought. She couldn't understand what Veer was planning. It was becoming hard for her to read him.
"Then let me see how you bring 500 silver coins. Do you even understand how big that sum is? Even Somdatt would struggle to gather that much,"
Aman said to Veer.
He wanted to do much more but was helpless. All he could do was ask sarcastic questions.
Somdatt had a total of 800 silver coins. After placing his own bet, only 300 remained. He was just about to hand them to Veer when he heard something that stunned him.
"Aman, don't worry about the silver coins. I'm not borrowing them from Somdatt Dada,"
Veer said.
Then he walked up to Elder Amar Singh and asked,
"Senior Elder, as far as I know, you are a skilled healer. You love working with medicines. But due to prolonged exposure to chemicals, you have certain hidden wounds in your body—ones you haven't told anyone about. They cause you pain over time. If you allow, I can treat those wounds. My fee is 500 silver coins. Are you willing?"
"Veer! What are you saying! He is a Senior Elder, don't talk to him like that."
Revati quickly tried to correct him. She feared Amar Singh might get angry.
After all, he was someone even the clan head had to respect.
Hidden wounds…? If Amar Singh had any, he could treat them himself. After all, he was a healer.
Everyone had similar thoughts—believing Amar Singh would get angry. But what happened next shocked them all.
"Veer, you want 500 silver coins just to treat my wounds? Don't you think that's a bit expensive?"
Amar Singh asked, smiling.
"Elder, if you don't trust me, I'll treat you first. If you feel relief, you can pay me the 500 silver coins,"
Veer replied thoughtfully.
Amar Singh liked his response and laughed, saying,
"Alright then. Treat me first. If I feel relief, I'll give you the coins."
He didn't completely trust Veer, but he could sense the truth in his eyes. There was something different about this boy. Advancing from the first to the third level in one month was nearly impossible. As a healer himself, Amar Singh knew certain secrets others didn't. He knew that even with medicinal help, this feat was not achievable. Also, Veer was able to detect wounds in his body that no one else knew about—proof he had the means to treat them.
With Amar Singh's approval, Veer placed his hands gently on the elder's shoulders and began pressing them. To the onlookers, it seemed like a simple massage, but in truth, Veer was using a special technique—one he had learned from Laksh's memories—to channel energy into Amar Singh's body and heal his internal wounds.
Aman was gleeful. He believed Veer was just pretending and that Amar Singh would soon see through it and punish him.
Abhijeet, who stood far off in the arena, couldn't hear the conversation. He was confused.
"What is Veer doing with Elder Amar Singh? Does he think a shoulder massage will make the elder give him some magic potion to defeat me?"
"Instead of entering the arena, he's busy buttering up the elder. Is he that afraid of facing me?"
"Looks like it."
Many were upset by Veer's actions, but he didn't care.
"Elder, while I work on your shoulders, please keep your internal energy under control,"
Veer instructed.
Amar Singh's wounds had formed from prolonged exposure to chemical substances used in medicine. Over time, these toxic elements accumulated in his body, causing deep internal damage. Laksh, a royal-level healer in his past life, had treated many similar cases. Veer was now using that same technique.
These wounds remained dormant under normal conditions but flared up painfully during energy use—sometimes even fatally.
As Veer channeled his energy, Amar Singh began to tremble. Slowly, all his internal wounds started activating, causing intense pain. He clenched his teeth.
Seeing this, everyone from the Mishra family was stunned. No one could understand what kind of wounds could put someone like Amar Singh—one of their strongest warriors—into such agony.
After half an hour, Veer stopped.
Amar Singh now felt a new energy within his body—energy Veer had gained after bathing in Divya Jal. It had healed all his internal wounds.
"Elder, you'll need to undergo this treatment twice more. For now, how do you feel? If you're satisfied with my treatment, you can pay me,"
Veer said with a smile.
Amar Singh burst into laughter and took out a pouch full of coins.
"This has a full 1000 silver coins. Every time you treat me, I'll give you 1000. What do you think of my offer? If you accept, the 1000 coins are yours…"