Medic Martial Dragon King

Chapter 2511: Chapter 2514: Strife

”Elder Qi, since Jiang Chen is here, what are you worried about? Your lost arm and Space Ring are about to be returned!”

The elderly man in white gently reassured, but a trace of mockery flickered in his eyes.

Qi Shan fixed a cold, penetrating gaze on the divine weapon in Pang Guang’s hand, seemingly oblivious to the words of the elderly man in white.

The elderly man in white curled his lip, smirked sarcastically, and chose not to provoke the old man on the verge of explosion any further.

Ka!

After a moment, the private room door opened, and Chen Rui entered from outside. His expression was somewhat grim as he approached the elderly man in green: ”Elder Qiu, the people from the Canghai Trade Alliance refused to make the introduction, saying the item has been handed over to the auction house, and they won’t meet anyone!”

”Won’t meet anyone? Are we anyone?”

The elderly man in green’s expression darkened as he coldly stared at Pang Guang on the auction stage: ”A mere youngster dares to disgrace our Yuanling Sect, truly audacious!”

”Qiu Cheng, don’t underestimate Pang Guang. Don’t blame me for not warning you; he is one of the heirs of the Canghai Trade Alliance.”

The elderly man in white softly reminded.

Upon hearing the words ”Canghai Trade Alliance,” the elderly man in green’s expression slightly changed, a hint of caution flickering in his eyes. He leaned back in his chair, glanced at Qi Shan, and his mind churned with unknown thoughts.

As time passed, the auction entered a frenzy, with item after item being auctioned off. However, there was no sound from the people on the second floor, apparently not interested in the previous auction pieces.

”Next up for auction is a set of combat skills, a high-level Earth Rank combat skill, ’Breeze Sweeping Fallen Leaves.’”

This combat skill is somewhat special. The auctioneer wishes to exchange it for an eighth grade spiritual herb, the Xuan Yuan Spiritual Ginseng. If anyone has the Xuan Yuan Spiritual Ginseng, it can be exchanged directly.

If not, the starting bid is a million Mid-Grade Spirit Stones, ten thousand Thunder Path Necro Spheres. Each bid increment must be no less than a hundred thousand Mid-Grade Spirit Stones or a thousand Necro Spheres. Let the bidding begin!”

Pang Guang took out a Jade Slip and announced loudly.

”This is the combat skill of our Lei Yang Village!”

An angry shout rang out from one of the private rooms on the second floor.

Bang!

The private room door burst open, and an enraged middle-aged man emerged: ”Young Master Guang, shouldn’t you provide an explanation?”

”That’s Lei Yang Village’s Second Warrior, Pang Tong!”

”I’ve heard of this ’Breeze Sweeping Fallen Leaves,’ indeed a combat skill of Lei Yang Village!”

”Wow, who’s daring enough to provoke Lei Yang Village?”

”To provoke one of the Eight Villages in this forsaken wilderness is asking for death!”

The venue erupted in a clamor.

”Explain what? Our responsibility is only the auction itself, not how the items are acquired. That has nothing to do with our auction house!”

Pang Guang coldly stared at Pang Tong, a flicker of anger in his eyes.

”Then, Young Master Guang, please hand over whoever brought this combat skill to us Lei Yang Village, and we’ll be sure to bestow great gifts!”

Pang Tong spoke with an ominous tone, clearly ready to resort to violence if his demands weren’t met.

With his words, the venue fell silent, and some of the bidders exchanged glances.

Not everyone here was interested in bidding. Some were drawn by news of the auction items and speculated they might originate from formidable factions, wanting to survey the scene. If the Canghai Trade Alliance could fend off troublemakers, perhaps they’d also consider placing items here for auction. If not, they’d have to wait until leaving this forsaken plain!

”Apologies, we, the auction house, can’t interfere with our guests’ freedoms. Nor will we disclose their information. Warrior Pang Tong, if you’re not participating in the bidding, please refrain from disrupting the auction, or I’ll have to ask you to leave!”

Pang Guang’s expression darkened, his voice cold.

Swish! Swish!

Two powerful figures from the Canghai Trade Alliance leaped forward, standing directly in front of Pang Tong, their faces icy as they gazed at him.

Pang Tong’s pupils constricted, a wary glance cast at the two, both peak Unity Realm Stage experts. He hadn’t expected the Canghai Trade Alliance to deploy such high-level warriors out in the open. Those hidden in the shadows surely weren’t just peak Unity Realm Stage either.

Hesitating momentarily, Pang Tong gritted his teeth and shouted loudly, ”Fine! I bid ten thousand Thunder Path Necro Spheres!”

”Ha! Warrior Pang Tong seems to be in a good mood, bidding on his own village’s item.”

A mocking laugh echoed as another private room’s door swung open, and Wang Han stepped out, casting Pang Tong a taunting glance: ”I’m quite interested in that ’Breeze Sweeping Fallen Leaves’ myself. Apologies, Warrior Pang Tong, I bid eleven thousand Thunder Path Necro Spheres!”

”You...”

Pang Tong shot a cold glare at Wang Han.

Combat skills can potentially be deciphered when others practice them, finding ways to counter them. ’Breeze Sweeping Fallen Leaves’ is among Lei Yang Village’s top combat skills, known only to the top warriors and those who have made significant contributions.

If this skill fell into the hands of others, especially those from the other Eight Villages, it would pose a significant threat to Lei Yang Village.

”Twelve thousand Thunder Path Necro Spheres!”

A voice rang out from another private room behind Pang Tong, followed by a chilling statement that resonated throughout the auction hall: ”Wang Han, do you dare to compete with something Gui Ying desires?”

”Gui Ying!?”

”That’s Lei Yang Village’s deputy chief, Semi-Saint expert Gui Ying!”

”Wow, even he has shown up!”

”It seems today’s auction will be lively. I suspect top-tier experts from other forces are here too, right?”

”I wonder if the Canghai Trade Alliance can withstand the arrival of so many experts!”

A murmur of conversation spread through the hall, with attendees whispering and conjecturing.

”Hmph! Gui Ying, do you think my Magic Cloud Fortress is easily intimidated? Fifteen thousand Thunder Path Necro Spheres!”

A cold snort sounded from the private room behind Wang Han, raising the bid by three thousand.

”Who is that? Is it a Semi-Saint expert from Magic Cloud Fortress?”

”It seems to be Magic Cloud Fortress’s deputy chief, Mo Shi, also a Semi-Saint expert!”

”Wow, now there are two Semi-Saint experts in sight! If they were bidding for that false path treasure, how many more Semi-Saint experts would show up?”

The audience in the auction hall looked up at the private rooms on the second floor, whispering and speculating about how many Semi-Saint experts might be there.

In private room one, Jiang Chen and his companions watched as the two major forces clashed, leaving them somewhat surprised.

”Didn’t expect that two Semi-Saint experts, whom we rarely see, would appear so early,” Zhuo Bufan said quietly.

”No surprise there. Don’t forget, this is the forsaken plain. Without such experts leading, it’s easy to get wiped out. With Semi-Saint experts around, everyone remains somewhat cautious.”

Jiang Chen replied with a light smile: ”A Semi-Saint expert, even if restrained, is hard to chase if they choose to flee. If my guess is correct, there are probably no fewer than ten Semi-Saint experts among those private rooms on the second floor!”

”Who says everyone will be cautious? There’s one person who isn’t afraid, who even wants to destroy six Semi-Saints!”

Zhuo Bufan looked teasingly at Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen remained speechless for a moment, rolled his eyes at him, and instead turned his attention back to the auction hall.