The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

According to Theor's estimates, constructing a spirit imprint boundary of this scale would require at the very minimum a master proficient in grade 5 Spirit Imprints. It was hard to imagine how much the services of such a master would cost.

The fact that Uqually City had managed to stand tall in the central region of the continent for so many years was a testament to its solid foundations.

The duo didn't waste any time and went straight for the auction.

At this current time, several geniuses from all over were flooding into the room. It was obvious that many were interested in the auction tonight. After all, the Spirity Bailiwick was about to open, and everyone wanted to make themselves as strong as possible.

Obtaining a powerful armament or skill or spell would certainly be hugely beneficial to them.

Bloodfang Kingdom's reputation was clearly much lesser than the rest  Hence, the group of two acquired a normal seat for themselves. It was until Ezra whispered something into Theor's ear and the latter ran towards the Auctioneer. The people were still in a hustle so no one paid any heed to him talking with the auctioneer.

And at the next moment, a butler came and brought the duo into a VIP room. The room had a view looking down from above, the transparent glass allowing them to clearly see the entire place and the auction stage.

"The other VIP rooms are likely occupied by the super geniuses of our Naran Continent." Theor smiled craftily at Prince Ezra as he continued, "Second Prince of Brownmane Empire may even be amongst them."

The hand holding Ezra's cup trembled slightly, but he did not reply. The expression in his eyes however turned a little graver.

He knew that Theor's words were likely true. Ezra took a small sip of the tea in his cup as its fiery taste entered his mouth. He had the faint premonition that his meeting with Victor Brownmane was not far off.

"He may not be the one who stole my spirit but I have heard that he is even more of a genius than Benedict," Ezra said.

"That's what I heard as well." Replied Theor.

Ezra gave a hated smirk and uttered. "You've been having a pretty good life."

~GOONNGG~

While Ezra was lost in thought, the sound of a gong suddenly reverberated throughout the auction area. The noise quickly died down as excited gaze after gaze focused on the stage.

The stage lit up and an elderly figure walked out. The moment he appeared, powerful mana undulations spread from his body. This elder was clearly an 8th Circled Sorcerer.

When Ezra saw this, he uttered. "To think that they've actually sent an 8th Circled expert to host this auction, impressive."

"The latter part of the auction will definitely be hosted by the direct descendants of the Uqually clan. This 8th circled sorcerer is likely also a member of the Uqually clan." Said Theor.

Ezra nodded. "You studied your stuff."

While they were conversing, the elder on the stage swept his gaze around the place as his voice rang out in everyone's ears, "Since everyone has come here from far away, I shall dispense with the pleasantries. A long time has been spent preparing for this auction, and I believe that everyone will be very interested in our selection. LET'S BEGIN!!."

The atmosphere intensified as the elder's final word faded, every gaze in the place now tightly glued to the former.

The elder merely waved his hand and a dozen steel tower like men carried out a certain item, their footsteps heavy as if they were lifting a mountain.

The elder reached out a gnarly hand and lifted the black cloth that covered the item.

A heavy night-black armour instantly appeared in everyone's sight.

The heavy night was thick and catchy and covered all over in veined patterns. An astonishing protective intent spread from it, causing the hairs of anyone who felt it to stand on end. However, it was a pity that there were several cracks on the heavy armour, making it apparent that this weapon was a damaged article.

The elder slowly said, "This is a damaged special tier armour. It is known as the Black Peak Armour"

~WWWOOWWWW~

The words ignited an uproar among people. The auction area practically exploded. To think that the first item would be a special tier armament. Although it was damaged, it could still be considered a unique tier, and a special tier armament was not ordinary at all.

"Haha, the first item is already a Special tier. Looks like they really put some thought into aweing the crowd." Ezra burst into laughter.

One must know that the vast numbers of people joining the auction were from sovereignty, and on that side of the continent, a special tier of armament can be considered a national treasure for many kingdoms.

Don't scoff at this special tier armour just because it was damaged. Its power definitely surpassed a unique tier item, making it an extremely valuable protection in battle.

With this armour, a 7th-level Qi Brightening stage cultivator would even be able to do battle with the 1st-level Core Formation stage expert.

"Bids for this item start at 500,000 spirit crystals." The elder's gaze swept across the entire auction area as his powerful voice rang out.

On the other side of the continent, gold is much less valuable than spirit crystals, as these crystals can be used for strengthening martial spirits.

The auction area was silent for a split second before instantly being broken by a wave of voices.

"600,000!"

"I bid 700,000!"

"800,000! I hope that everyone will give me, some face!"

"Who do you think you are, I've never even heard of you. One million!"

"..."

In the short span of a dozen minutes, the Black Peak Armour's price had reached a whopping bid of 1.5 million.

Ezra's grin widened, he didn't participate in it and calmly watched the scenario.

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