My SSS-Rank Clone Talent: I Level Up Endlessly!

Everyone froze in their bidding wars. These Martial Artists understood all too well that their lives would not remain pleasant if they ended up in the bad books of the ones seated in the VIP room. Any bid from above would instantly silence the crowd, just like it had now.

Even if the item was something everyone desired, no one would dare compete, especially not for a mere slave at the price of a single gold coin.

"Hahaha! Then I'll take the slave if no one else dares," a man laughed mockingly, his tone dripping with ridicule as he seized the silence to claim the bid.

But just then, a fiery voice rang out across from another VIP room.

"Ten gold coins."

"Eh?" The man froze for a moment before hurriedly shouting, "Twenty gold coins!"

"Fifty gold coins." There wasn't the slightest hesitation in the fiery man's voice.

"On—"

"Master," the servant quickly cut with panic. "If we go any higher, we'll have to sell off our Gold Sect property."

"Then sell it!" the man snapped sharply, his voice echoing through the hall.

The servant froze, utterly stunned. "This…"

"What?" The man's glare bore down on him.

The servant forced a strained smile. "Then you'll be beaten half to death by the sect leader. And judging from that voice, that should be the young leader of the Thousand Iron Sect. Are you truly prepared to offend them?"

"..." The man fell silent. His body trembled involuntarily, and as he slowly turned his head toward the VIP room, a whisper escaped his lips, "Fine."

"Thank you," the servant said with relief.

"Hahaha! Since no one dares, then this young leader of the Thousand Iron Sect will claim it," the fiery voice boomed arrogantly.

As the strongest among even the top three sects of the entire faction, his arrogance was well earned.

"Oh, if it isn't the young leader," the beautiful announcer said with a graceful smile but there was sarcasm in her voice. "If you had mentioned it earlier, this humble one would have reserved it just for you."

But before the moment could settle, a gentle woman's voice drifted out from another VIP section:

"Fifty-one gold coins."

"Who is it!?" the fiery young leader's voice thundered with fury.

"This humble one is from the Sound Sect," the woman replied calmly.

"You…" His voice faltered for a moment, anger giving way to caution. Then, forcing his tone back into dominance, he roared:

"Sixty gold coins!"

"Sixty-one Gold Coins."

"Ninety Gold Coins."

"Ninety-one Gold Coins."

"..." the fiery voice quietly whispered, 'You bitch.' He was about to raise his price again when another voice interrupted.

"Five hundred Gold Coins." The voice carried an air of authority, as if it alone could erase one's debt. It was like that classical laugh the rich have, the kind that feels universal, the kind that sounds as if it could wipe away all your college loans in a single breath.

Both the woman and the man fell silent.

For the spectators, however, it was quite the show to watch.

"What's going on?" one of them asked, confused. "Aren't the Thousand Iron Sect and the Sound Sect the top two sects? How could the other party sway things so much?"

"You idiot, you don't recognize that voice? He's the young emperor of the Million Gold Sect. They rank lowest among the top three sects, but they're the richest because they're backed by the Merchants."

"That's confusing. Aren't the Thousand Iron Sect backed by blacksmiths and the Sound Sect by alchemists?"

"Yeah, but who do you think would win in an auction?"

"…Oh. I get it."

While the spectators speculated wildly, the beautiful announcer smiled, radiating delight.

'We would have given this woman directly to the Sound Sect if it weren't for the intel getting leaked, that could have caused a bloodbath here.' Sighing to herself, she continued:

"Does anyone else want to bid, or will the gentleman from the Million Gold Sect take her?"

"Six hundred Gold Coins!" the Sound Sect woman shouted.

Instantly, the entire hall went silent. An audible gulp echoed through the room.

That much, and for a mere slave, was enough to buy a sizable sect with at least a first-stage Martial Artist at its helm.

But…

"Nine hundred Gold Coins!" the young prince of the Million Gold Sect shouted, a lecherous grin spreading across his face.

"Anyone higher than that?" the beautiful announcer asked. Seeing no response, she closed her eyes with a sigh.

"Very well, then this will go to this gentleman over there."

"One thousand Gold Coins!" Just then, a man's voice rang out from the spectators' seats.

With long golden hair cascading down his back and captivating blue eyes that drew every gaze, the man was a vision of beauty.

"This…" The announcer glanced at him, her composure slightly shaken, though she quickly regained her calm. "I wonder if Mister can pay for it."

"I can," Eryke replied with a calm voice.

"You seem to be an elder of the Mount Hua Sect, but from what I know, only by selling the entire sect would you have enough money for this. So how?" the beautiful announcer asked with doubt.

The VIPs fell completely silent, stunned.

The other Martial Artists seated around Eryke stared at him, their expressions flabbergasted.

"If this bastard is lying, his fate won't be good, even if he really is an elder of the Mount Hua Sect."

"Poor guy, how could he possibly gather One Thousand Gold Coins, even with nine generations of wealth?"

"His end is near."

While everyone stared at him as if Eryke was already dead,

Eryke simply flashed the most innocent smile and said, "I will have One Thousand Gold Coins by robbing."

Silence.

The entire crowd stared at him with expressions that clearly said: Are you serious?

Eryke didn't give them a chance. In a flash, he appeared on stage, standing right before the cage.

"If any of you dare come near her, I will slaughter you to pieces."

"Who do you think you are—?" The man's voice caught in his throat as a Giant Sword Will hovered behind Eryke, ready to strike anyone who dared speak another word.

"Er… Eryke…" the woman in the cage said with a trembling voice.

"Yeah." Eryke looked at her and felt sorry for her, the first time he met her was in the association and the other in KFC.