Chapter 253: Han Yue
Chapter 253 Han Yue
“Two million for the second time!” The auctioneer’s voice echoed in the venue, and as he dropped the auction hammer, the scene fell into a dead silence. Liu Yangdong sat at the front of the auction seat, his clenched fists trembling slightly, and his eyes revealed deep despair. He had participated in this auction with confidence, intending to capture the extremely rare item in order to demonstrate his strength and status.
However, as prices continued to rise, his hopes were gradually dashed. Two million is already a limit for him, and he can no longer increase the price. A sense of ridicule surged up in his heart involuntarily. The words he had prepared to ridicule Suzaku and Lin Fan were now like sharp blades, piercing deeply into his own heart.
The auctioneer looked around and saw that no one was bidding again, so he was about to give the final hammer, "Two million third..."
At this decisive moment, a low and firm voice suddenly came from an inconspicuous corner, "Wait a minute!"
Although the sound was not loud, it was like a bombshell, instantly breaking the tranquility of the venue. All the distinguished guests who originally thought that the auction had been settled, seemed to have been given a slap in the face, and they all looked towards the source of the sound in shock.
Oolong God of War was sitting in the front row. When he heard the voice, his body stiffened suddenly. He slowly turned around and looked at the corner, only to see a very familiar figure standing there. The man's face was calm and his eyes were deep, as if he had everything under control. The thick lips of the Oolong God of War trembled unconsciously, and he murmured a name: "War Spirit..."
This name has extraordinary meaning to everyone present. War Spirit is a legendary existence. Every time he appears, there are earth-shaking changes.
At this time, the auctioneer also realized that the situation was unusual. He carefully asked tentatively: "Sir, do you want to increase the price?"
War Spirit did not answer immediately. He just stood there quietly, as if assessing the true value of the lot. And every breath he took seemed to tug at the heartstrings of everyone present.
Eastern Lion was sitting in another place. He looked at the figure of the fighting spirit, with a trace of complicated emotions flashing in his eyes. He was well aware of the strength and prestige of War Spirit. At this moment, he couldn't help but curse angrily: "Damn it, he is Lord War Spirit!"
The Eastern Lion’s words once again caused an uproar in the venue. People were whispering to each other, and discussions were coming and going. The name of the fighting spirit was also mentioned countless times in this moment.
Under the attention of everyone, the fighting spirit slowly walked out of the corner. His steps seemed normal, but each step seemed to contain powerful power, as if he was not walking, but stepping through layers of space.
In just the blink of an eye, he had already appeared in front of the stunned soul master. The soul control master originally maintained a trace of calmness, but at this moment, facing the sudden appearance of the fighting spirit, the defense line in his heart collapsed instantly. He was so frightened that he backed away, staggered, and fell to the ground. The mallet in his hand also fell out of his hand and fell beside him, making a soft "ding" sound.
This soft sound was particularly harsh in the silent venue.
The fighting spirit looked down at the soul master who fell to the ground, with a trace of imperceptible pity flashing in his eyes. But he quickly calmed down his emotions, raised his head, looked around, and said in a calm and firm voice: "I want this lot. Three million."
Liu Yangdong sat where he was. He had completely given up the idea of bidding at this moment. He took a deep look at War Spirit, his heart filled with complicated emotions. He knew that from now on, the name War Spirit would be deeply imprinted in his heart and become an unforgettable legend throughout his life.
The sale of the War Spirit undoubtedly became a turning point in the auction.
War Spirit stood in the center of the auction table, and the gorgeous lights around him stretched his deep figure. He pursed his thin lips slightly, his eyes shining with an unusual light. Under everyone's breathless gaze, he suddenly raised the corner of his mouth and revealed a gentle smile. This smile seemed to carry an indescribable magic power, making the atmosphere in the field instantly tense.
He spoke slowly, his voice gentle but full of power, which clearly spread throughout the entire auction venue: "I'm sorry, dear guests, the owner of this quartz stone is actually me."
As soon as these words came out, there was a low uproar in the audience. People looked at each other and couldn't believe their ears. Isn't this Dou Jing stone said to be the collection of a mysterious person? How could it suddenly become owned by a fighting spirit?
War Spirit seemed to be very satisfied with this effect. He continued leisurely: "I am very happy to be sought after by so many people. This Dou Jing Stone is truly extraordinary, and the power it contains is enough to make any warrior's heart beat."
At this point, he changed the subject, with a hint of slyness flashing in his eyes: "But, I changed my mind temporarily and don't plan to auction it off."
(End of this chapter)
