Chapter 117, Second Round

This match could easily be included in the top ten of classic matches.

[While newcomers are still discussing how authoritative this match is, true connoisseurs are already reminiscing about the replay of the game.]

[It is recommended to watch the second commentary, where the Golden Core elder of the Talisman Sect is analyzing the techniques of both sides frame by frame.]

[I would crown this match my number one. It's hard to imagine that the two sides could burn through more than 4 billion in just half an hour. That's equivalent to half of the entire year's GDP of the barren hills!]

[Brother Fang: I know you're very rich, but my wealth is probably greater than yours.]

[The mysterious money-throwing arena you love is here! @Strawberry Milk Pudding Doesn't Taste Good @Don't Reply to Price Inquiries, Then Block Me @momo (Final Exam Edition) @You Can't Live Without Borrowing Money @Has the Boss Still Here Today? @Lying on the Ground Slurping Chicken Poop]

[So, Brother Fang, could you come down and let me go up into the ring for a fight?]

[You're overthinking it, dear viewers. Please wait another lifetime.]

[My requirements are quite low; I'm just waiting for a first-person perspective photo stone to go on sale. My wallet is already itching to spend it.]

[Almost three months have passed, and we still don't know how to join the Giants Sect]

[Oh no, I'm late, everyone! The match is over?? I bet 1000 spirit stones on the Crown Prince to win, is it a draw or halftime?]

Don't be too sad. The savings of people with low cognitive abilities will always flow into society in various ways. This thousand spirit stones never belonged to you in the first place.

Your prince brother has been beaten to a pulp. Did you see that plastic lucky cat in the corner of the live stream? That's the prince himself.

[I saw the Crown Prince summon some strange talisman and generate over a billion before I left the live stream to go to class, and now you're telling me the Crown Prince lost???]

I don't believe it, how was this translated?

[Of course, Sect Master Fang spent more money: two high-level gems, over a billion in enhancement fees, and a custom-made god-level weapon. Unless a Nascent Soul stage expert descends upon the world, even if the Crown Prince himself came, he wouldn't be able to defeat him.]

Does nobody care what the talisman actually contains?

[nbcs, Sacrifice Talisman, I remember two years ago when the Crown Prince's father was fighting in the arena, he randomly sacrificed the left kidneys of several hundred disciples, and there was no ripple afterward. Newcomers should still join the company.]

What's the point of sacrificial talismans? The first step to joining the Ten Thousand Ghosts Sect is still selling your physical body. Men who join the Joyful Union Sect are even required to undergo sex reassignment surgery. Everyone's the same.

[Please don't smear the Ten Thousand Ghosts Sect, okay? We ghost cultivators keep 20% of the income from selling our bodies; the sect only takes 80%. It's much better than the Black Heart Beast Sect^^]

[Focus on the Moon-Embracing Beast Sect; the Ten Thousand Ghosts Sect's guardian treasures, don't come out and cause trouble!]

[Breaking news! The stock price of the Beast Sect has just plummeted by one-third!]

[Only one-third? That's pretty strong!]

[Breaking news! The Giant Sect official website just released the Arena First-Person View Recording Stones, priced at 180 yuan each. The set also includes a miniature model of Fang Ge's god-tier exclusive weapon. Great value for money, I've already snagged it!]

[Wow, aren't the Echo Stones being released a bit too quickly? I suspect that Master Fang prepared the set contents before the competition even started, just waiting to put them on sale as soon as the competition ended.]

[Brother Fang, you know how to make money, here's all my rice for you!]

Normally, Jin Qi would have smashed his phone on the ground after reading the comments, but now his soul was trapped inside a cheap lucky cat, and he couldn't even make the simple action of reaching out his hand.

He tried to have his teammates message his father, but the secretary replied instead, saying that the sect leader was still busy trying to stabilize the continuously declining stock price.

Jin Qi closed his eyes in despair.

When he opened his eyes again, his gaze was already fixed on the center of the arena.

It's alright. The exceptionally tall female disciple from the Giant Sect just chose his brother as her opponent, which was clearly an emotional and extremely irrational choice.

If his brother can turn the tide in the next match, there is still hope of winning this tournament.

A Qi Refining Stage 9 fighter versus a Foundation Establishment Stage 4 fighter—a whole major realm apart—there's no way they can lose.

Thinking of this, a satisfied smile slowly appeared on the plastic lucky cat's lips.

Mo Mancang wiped the hammer rope clean on his armor and looked up at the woman in front of him.

The other woman was a full head taller than him, with exceptionally well-defined upper arm muscles. If Mo Mancang had encountered this woman before he began cultivating, he would have definitely avoided her on the street.

But now he is a renowned late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator throughout the entire desolate hills, and defeating a Qi Refining cultivator is no more difficult than crushing an ant with his bare hands.

He knew perfectly well why Song Mingsi had chosen him as her opponent; it was simply because his sect's junior disciples had controlled her for several years, and the two of them had a minor grudge against each other.

But so what?

Mo Mancang glanced at the audience below the stage, his eyes landing on the leader of the Giant Sect.

He had just witnessed Fang Zhuo's every move from below the stage, and personally saw Fang Zhuo strengthen the broadsword to level 24 and then stop strengthening it. It seems that the legendary Giant Sect Master, who was said to be richer than a city, was nothing special.

This is probably the limit for the opposing team; they used up their entire budget in just the first round.

Today, he will defeat the disciples of the Giants Sect in front of everyone, and personally burst the bubble of the Giants Sect's so-called wealth in front of millions of viewers in the online live broadcast room.

Mo Mancang swung his meteor hammer and smashed it straight at Song Mingsi.

Without the slightest hesitation, Song Mingsi took out a shield that was two meters tall from his storage ring and placed it in front of him.

The shield weighed several thousand kilograms, and even a Golden Core sword cultivator might not be able to wield it freely, but for a body cultivator like her, whose body was as hard as iron, it was like a light piece of plastic.

A tremendous metallic clang erupted on the field as the god-level shield forcefully blocked Mo Mancang's attack.

The two continued to exchange more than ten moves, and Mo Mancang's originally confident expression gradually became serious—this shield was more difficult to deal with than he had thought. The top-level divine weapon seemed to have eyes of its own, always able to predictively block his next move.

If things continue like this, even if he wins in the end, it will probably be a Pyrrhic victory. He needs to find a way to break the deadlock.

This opportunity came very quickly.

After more than forty rounds, blood trickled from the corner of Song Mingsi's mouth, and a faint white aura emanated from his body. He had actually gained some enlightenment on the field and was about to reach the Foundation Establishment stage.

Advancing to a higher realm is when a cultivator is at their most vulnerable.

As he swung the final hammer blow, Mo Mancang deliberately cast a smug glance at Sect Leader Fang's position.

The meteor hammer slammed heavily toward the edge of the shield, about to strike Song Mingsi.

The next moment, he saw Sect Master Fang turn his palm and easily throw a barrier onto the stage, covering Song Mingsi completely.

At the same time, a spine, priced at nearly fifty million, flew out of Sect Master Fang's storage ring, paused in mid-air for a moment, and then automatically and quickly flew into the enclosure to allow Song Mingsi to complete his Foundation Establishment breakthrough.

...Wait, the plan has changed.

This barrier is worth a full 100 million; even if you disassembled Mo Mancang into parts and sold them, you still wouldn't get that much money.

Without raising 100 million, he doesn't even have the ability to create a crack in the barrier.

Furthermore, the price range for externally constructed spine bones used in Foundation Establishment is extremely wide, ranging from five million to fifty million. Even Mo Mancang himself used a mid-range spine bone worth ten million for Foundation Establishment, so why did the Giant Sect directly use the most expensive one?

Song Mingsi is just a disciple with the lowest cultivation level in the sect. Isn't this too unreasonable? It's a complete waste of talent and resources.

Providing teammates with magical artifacts from outside the arena doesn't violate the rules of the competition. In the previous arena, some even sold their spirit beasts on the spot to buy new magical artifacts for their teammates. Therefore, Mo Mancang could only stare helplessly at the barrier, forced to wait for Song Mingsi to break through inside.

Moreover, he clearly saw that Fang Zhuo didn't have the money to upgrade the magic weapon's level, so why is there a barrier now costing 100 million?

Does this person's money multiply?

He bought land from the Medicine Sect, cleared out almost all high-level magic artifacts from the Treasure Pavilion, spent money to bribe bodyguards in the secret realm, and even commissioned a batch of god-level weapons from the Weapon Refining Sect. He spent over a billion to upgrade his broadsword in the last round, and now he still has extra money to buy barriers for his disciples.

Let alone giving him half of this money, he'd be laughing in his sleep if he got even a tenth of it.

Mo Mancang mentally switched sides in just one second, throwing all the grand ambitions he had made before the match into the toilet.

If he had known earlier that Sect Master Fang was so powerful, he wouldn't have served as the Crown Prince's underling.

It doesn't matter who he licks, he'd naturally want to lick someone with a better future.

If he weren't afraid of losing face, he would have even wanted to join the Giants Sect on the spot.

He regretted his earlier smugness and had given Brother Fang several hostile looks.

However, it's not too late to repent now.

The best time to lick the God of Wealth statue was two months ago, and the second best time is now.

The barrier on the arena could only last for two hours at most, so Mo Mancang simply sat down next to Song Mingsi and began to protect this old lady.

Below the stage, the pink lucky cat was angrily waving its front paws. The betrayal of its brother had already stabbed a knife in its heart, and the comments in the live stream only fueled its rage.

[Mo Shen is getting a bit humorous; he's showing some flexibility.]

[If the barren hills were ever attacked by aliens, this guy would definitely be the first to guide the alien lords.]

[Not necessarily, it depends on how much the alien master pays.]

[Looking at it this way, the Crown Prince still has some backbone. Even though Brother Fang pulled out hundreds of millions to upgrade the weapons, the Crown Prince's first thought was still to fight head-on. Mo Shen couldn't even hold out for a second. Next time, could you at least give me a break when you change your expression? I almost didn't react in time.]

[You change your tune too^^ Brother Fang, please feel free to ruthlessly torment me with money~~]

Inside the barrier, beads of sweat appeared on Song Mingsi's forehead as he desperately tried to merge with his spine.

Besides the sturdy barrier, she could sense an unfamiliar spiritual energy silently surrounding her.

Who is this person?

Finally, the fusion ended, and when she opened her eyes again, she was surprised to see Mo Mancang protecting her.

unlucky……

"Are you out of your mind? Do you think I'll forgive you just because you're here to protect me? Did you get a shot in the head to prevent miscarriage or did the platform harass you for overdue loans drive you insane? To be honest, I feel like throwing up, I feel disgusted. Can't you be a little more sensible and shove your head down the drain?"

"You squeezed that pimple in the middle with your two shoulders, but it seems pretty useless to me."

Song Mingsi proactively activated the barrier and slammed the shield down on Mo Mancang without any mercy.