Martial Arts Overlord

Ji Wufa's bidding increment did not cause a major sensation. Unlike general martial arts, once you missed a secret technique, it would be difficult to find again.

"Twenty-six million taels."

A middle-aged martial artist dressed in brocade robes made a bid. Some recognized this man as Shen Qingshan, the dean of Cyan Tree School near Wind Howl City.

Wan Feng, who had calmed down by now, sneered coldly and shouted, "Thirty million taels!"

Ji Wufa's cold voice followed, "Forty million taels!"

As Ji Wufa's voice fell, the entire auction venue erupted.

"Another increase of ten million taels! Ji Wufa is truly fearless! This is only the fourth bid, and the price has reached forty million taels! This is too thrilling!"

"Two of the Four New Heroes have already made their move, and they are so aggressive; Shen Qingshan probably won't continue to bid."

"Ji Wufa and Wan Feng were opponents in last year's New Heroes Conference. They're competing head-to-head this time; it's hard to tell who will emerge victorious!"

"This is going to be a good show!"

As everyone had expected, Ji Wufa once again raised the price by ten million taels, and the middle-aged martial artist did not continue to bid.

Another increase of ten million taels... In the private room, Wan Feng frowned and snorted coldly. Ji Wufa, I want to see how much silver you have!

"Forty-one million taels!" Wan Feng again raised the bid by one million taels.

"Fifty million taels." Without a moment's hesitation, Ji Wufa's voice rang out again. He seemed to treat silver as worthless as stones, not caring how much he threw out.

Everyone exchanged glances. Ji Wufa gave them the feeling of a swordsman in a sword competition, his sharp presence fully on display.

Wan Feng's expression turned grim. He only had sixty million taels on him. If Ji Wufa's next bid was still ten million taels, he would be unable to continue bidding.

"Fifty-one million taels." Wan Feng took a deep breath and announced the price, clenching his fist tightly. Please don't let Ji Wufa have that much silver, he prayed.

However, the voice that followed shattered his illusion.

"Sixty million taels!" Once again, Ji Wufa's voice floated out of the private room, projecting calmness.

BOOM!

Wan Feng stomped on the ground, and the sturdy yellow stone floor cracked inch by inch.

This madman! Wan Feng's eyes turned red. If I can't obtain the Teng Wind Technique, it will become extremely difficult for me to defeat Ji Wufa at the New Heroes Conference. "Gu Yufeng, give me all the silver you have! I will return it threefold in the future!" Wan Feng said, looking at Gu Yufeng.

Gu Yufeng, startled by Wan Feng's intense gaze, licked his lips and said, "After buying the Zhenning Pill just now, I only have two million taels left."

Gu Yufeng took out the remaining two million taels of silver. Wan Feng immediately shouted, "Sixty-two million taels! Ji Wufa, I don't believe you still have silver!"

Ji Wufa, who had been a little nervous himself as he only had sixty-two million five hundred thousand taels, let out a breath of relief upon hearing Wan Feng's bid.

It seems I have won. A trace of a smile touched Ji Wufa's eyes as he bid again: "Sixty-two million five hundred thousand taels!"

THUD!

Upon hearing this, Wan Feng slumped into the lounge chair, every muscle in his body trembling with rage. He could tell that sixty-two million five hundred thousand taels was Ji Wufa's limit, but he no longer had the silver to continue bidding.

To think I lost over a mere five hundred thousand taels! At that moment, he felt the urge to kill.

With the red-clothed lady calling the bid three times, the Teng Wind Technique ultimately fell into Ji Wufa's hands.

"Sixty-two million five hundred thousand taels! My God! I'm afraid I won't be able to earn that much silver in my entire lifetime."

"Work hard on your cultivation. As long as you have enough strength, earning silver won't be difficult."

"Look, Ji Wufa is coming out. It looks like he's about to leave..."

"He came here for the Teng Wind Technique, and he should have used up all his silver, so it's natural for him to leave."

"Who is that skinny martial artist following Ji Wufa?"

"Hey, that silhouette... could it be 'Life-taking Greedy Wolf' Du Lang?"

"'Life-Taking Greedy Wolf' Du Lang! He's notorious in the rtiad for enjoying killing and plundering! Is he following Ji Wufa to steal the Teng Wind Technique manual?"

"Very likely! Who wouldn't be tempted by a treasure worth over sixty million taels?"

"Du Lang is a powerful expert of the Hell Realm; Ji Wufa is in danger..."

Seeing Du Lang follow Ji Wufa out, the crowd buzzed with discussion.

At this time, the seductive voice of the woman in red echoed once again. "Everyone, we are now down to the final item of this auction."

As the woman in red's voice fell, the entire auction venue fell eerily silent. Everyone's eyes were wide, fixed on the auction stage.

Based on past experience, whenever Nanfeng Auction House held an auction, the final item was always the grand finale!

The woman in red personally moved to the side of the auction stage, lifted a gold-inlaid round tray, and gracefully walked to the front.

"This is a fist technique manual."

Lying on the round tray was a secret manual. Cradling it carefully with her slender, jade-like fingers, the woman in red's enchanting voice hushed the auction hall.

A moment later, a burst of clamor erupted.

Since it's the grand finale, its quality must be at least that of a peak Yellow Level Martial Art!

Gazing at the crowd's eager eyes, the woman in red revealed a faint smile and slowly announced, "The final auction item is a Low-grade Profound Level fist technique: Sky Collapse Fist!"

The moment she finished speaking, huge waves of sound caused the entire auction room to tremble slightly.

"Did I hear that right? The grand finale this time is actually a Low-grade Profound Level Martial Art?"

"A Low-grade Profound Level Martial Art! This is too incredible!"

Many people couldn't help but gulp.

Profound Level Martial Arts were incomparably precious! Even among the Four Great Academies, each possessed only one or two Profound Level Martial Arts manuals!

The woman in red scanned the astonished faces with her beautiful eyes, a satisfied smile gracing her lips. "Everyone, this manual of the Low-grade Profound Level Sky Collapse Fist technique originated from a Spiritual Rotation Realm expert in Red Maple Lead. Its provenance is clear, so there will be no trouble. You can all bid with peace of mind."

Her slender, jade-like hand lightly skimmed over the secret manual as she introduced it, "This fist technique is extremely powerful. Those who achieve Small Success can execute the Hundred Steps Divine Fist, eliminating enemies from a hundred meters away! Those who achieve Great Accomplishment can shatter a hundred-meter mountain peak with a single punch! It is said that those who cultivate it to perfection will be invincible among peers below the Spiritual Rotation Realm!"

"However, because this fist technique is so overwhelmingly powerful, it requires an extremely robust physique to cultivate! A cultivation of at least the Eighth Stage of the Hell Realm is necessary. Otherwise, forcibly cultivating it will result in self-injury, where the losses outweigh the gains."

BOOM!

The auction room erupted. Even Wan Feng, one of the Four New Heroes from the previous generation, found his breathing quicken.

The Hundred Steps Divine Fist, the ability to shatter mountain peaks—these alone were enough to make countless martial artists' hearts race, not to mention the claim of 'invincibility among peers' upon reaching perfection. As expected, Profound Level Martial Arts were in a different league compared to Yellow Level Martial Arts.

Hundred Steps Divine Fist! Luo Feng's eyes, fixed on the secret manual on the auction platform, gleamed with intense interest. This secret manual actually allows one to execute the Hundred Steps Divine Fist! Although she said it requires an Eighth Stage Hell Realm cultivation to practice, I have eighteen Meridian Wheels. My physique is much stronger than that of ordinary martial artists. I should meet the cultivation requirements. I must get this Sky Collapse Fist!

Luo Feng took a deep breath, his decision made.

"Who would have thought it was a Profound Level Martial Art! If I had known, I would have brought more silver," Hu Yitian said, looking chagrined. High-level martial arts manuals were very valuable, and opportunities to buy Profound Level ones were rare.

Knowing he stood no chance, Hu Yitian shook his head. He looked at Luo Feng and said, "Luo Feng, your Saber Technique is fierce and domineering. This Sky Collapse Fist does suit you."

Luo Feng nodded. "Mm."

"Wan Feng certainly won't give up this opportunity. He's likely to be your biggest opponent. His limit is sixty-two million silver. Are you confident?" Hu Yitian asked with a frown.

Rather than let Wan Feng obtain the Sky Collapse Fist, he hoped Luo Feng would get it. However, he wasn't optimistic about Luo Feng. After all, sixty million silver was no small sum.

"Luo Feng..." Bing Ruolan placed her hands on her knees, her fingers fidgeting slightly. Looking at Luo Feng, she blinked and said, "If you don't have enough silver, I can lend it to you."

Seeing Bing Ruolan's nervous expression, Luo Feng nodded and smiled. "Mm."

Standing up from his seat, Luo Feng walked out of the private box. "I'll step out for a moment."

Although he knew Bing Ruolan meant well, he didn't want to borrow her silver unless it was absolutely necessary.

「At this point, the bidding had already begun.」

As expected of a Profound Level Martial Art, the Sky Collapse Fist's starting price reached a terrifying thirty million silver—double that of the Teng Wind Technique! Such a high price significantly limited the number of bidders.

"Thirty-one million silver." Shen Qingshan, the dean of Cyan Tree School who had previously bid for the Teng Wind Technique, was the first to make an offer.

Wan Feng sneered. Heaven truly favors me! After failing to get the Phantom Phoenix Sky Cloud Dance and the Teng Wind Technique, who would have thought the grand finale would be a Low-grade Profound Level fist technique! Ji Wufa, you can hold onto the Teng Wind Technique for now. Once I've cultivated the Sky Collapse Fist, I'll personally take it back from you sooner or later!

A cold light flashed in his eyes as Wan Feng announced his bid, "Thirty-five million!"

The venue fell silent. Wan Feng's bid made many aspiring martial artists retreat. During the earlier contest for the Teng Wind Technique with Ji Wufa, Wan Feng's limit had been exposed.

Sixty-two million! This was a figure that made the vast majority of people balk.

As expected, the middle-aged martial artist who had bid first also fell silent.

Seeing no one competing with him, a smile appeared on Wan Feng's face.

"This Wan Feng got a bargain. Everyone knows his limit; I'm sure no one else will bid."

"Thirty-five million silver for a Low-grade Profound Level Martial Art. He'll probably wake up laughing tonight."

"Truly, fortune and misfortune are hard to predict. If he hadn't lost the Teng Wind Technique just now, getting the Sky Collapse Fist wouldn't have been this easy for him."

The crowd discussed animatedly, all agreeing that the Sky Collapse Fist manual was as good as Wan Feng's.

Just when everyone thought the matter was settled, a calm voice sounded.

"Sixty-two million five hundred thousand taels!"

Luo Feng, having returned to the private box, directly made a bid that left everyone dumbfounded!