Inside Box 9, the members of the Assassin's League discussed in low voices for a moment before announcing, "Two hundred million! This is our final offer. If the distinguished guest in Box 5 is still determined, then please proceed."

The host couldn't hide his excitement and announced in a high-pitched voice: "Box number nine has a bid of 200 million!"

This shout was like a bombshell dropped into the auction house, and the entire hall instantly became boiling.

Everyone was whispering to each other, wondering whether the price of Box No. 5 would continue to increase.

At this moment, the God of Light stared at the Star Coins he owned, weighed the pros and cons in his heart, and finally shook his head helplessly.

He knew in his heart that if he forced himself to bid for the item, if a really good thing appeared later, he would probably be left with nothing but regret and miss out.

The host shouted expectantly several times, but no one in Box 5 responded. "Two hundred million, first time!"

The host's voice echoed in the huge auction hall.

As the three bids concluded, the host's face lit up with a warm smile, and he announced loudly, "Congratulations to the VIP in Box Nine for successfully winning this item at a price of 200 million!"

After that, auction items appeared one after another and were soon bought away by various forces and individuals.

During this time, Martin quietly observed the reactions of the crowd, while paying full attention to the auction items he needed.

At this moment, a bunch of star-level cores emitting mysterious light suddenly appeared on the holographic projection.

The host couldn't hide his excitement and said excitedly, "Dear distinguished guests, auction item number 15 is now on the stage."

"These are fifty star-level cores. This time, we're auctioning them as a bundle. The starting price is fifty million. The bidding is now officially open!"

As soon as the host finished speaking, the venue suddenly became lively.

Various forces began to discuss in low voices, calculating the value of these fifty star-level cores.

For many forces, these cores mean a leap in strength. Whether used to upgrade weapons and equipment or to strengthen energy shields, they will bring about a qualitative improvement.

Martin saw what he needed immediately and made a decisive bid: "Sixty million!"

"A VIP in the audience has offered 60 million. Is there anyone else bidding higher? This is such a rare find, everyone, you must seize the opportunity. If you miss this opportunity, it will be gone forever..."

Before the host finished speaking, the Ross family members in Box 13 couldn't wait to shout, "One hundred million! We must get these core players!"

Martin heard this, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile. He then said slowly, "Since Box 13 is so determined to get it, then I will offer 300 million."

"I'm curious, I wonder if the price for Box 13 can be raised further?"

"You're looking for death!" An angry roar came from box 13.

"Oh? Really? Host, are VIPs allowed to openly threaten others here?" Martin looked calmly at the host.

The host was about to respond when the auctioneer's voice rang in his ears.

The host quickly responded: "Yes, yes, I understand."

Then, the host cleared his throat and warned sternly, "I solemnly warn the VIP in Box 13: if you continue to threaten others, you will be asked to leave the auction."

The Ross family members blushed, and were about to say something else, but the elder raised his hand to stop them. "That's enough, stop embarrassing yourself here!"

The elder's face was gloomy, and he lowered his voice and ordered, "You go and bid 310 million."

"Yes, elder."

Although the tribesmen were unwilling, they still responded and immediately shouted loudly: "Three hundred and ten million!"

Martin remained calm when he heard the offer, and uttered three words slowly and unhurriedly: "Five hundred million."

Upon hearing this, the elders were so shocked that they suddenly stood up from their seats, their eyes wide open with anger, and they urgently ordered, "Go and find out who that guy is in the audience and what force is behind him!"

The guard beside him immediately took the order and hurriedly left the box.

Seeing this, other forces also realized that this matter was not simple and began to secretly investigate.

The host was even more stunned. He never expected that the distinguished guest in the audience would directly bid 500 million yuan, a price far exceeding the value of the core itself.

Martin didn't care about this at all. After all, in his opinion, 500 million energy points were just a number that he could easily obtain.

For a moment, the scene fell into silence. Everyone present was shocked by Martin's extravagance and felt that it had opened their eyes.

This auction has exceeded their expectations and turned into a jaw-dropping contest.

The host was speechless and still immersed in shock until Martin reminded him softly.

He came back to his senses as if waking from a dream and hurriedly said, "This distinguished guest has bid 500 million. Is there anyone else who wants to bid?"

In box 13, the elder of the Ross family had a gloomy face as if water could drip out of it, and his eyes were fixed on the stage.

He gritted his teeth and ordered the tribesmen around him: "Five hundred and five million!"

The tribesmen called out the price as instructed.

"Incredible! The bid for Box No. 13 is 505 million. Is there anyone else who wants to bid?" The host was so excited that his voice became a little distorted.

Martin remained calm and said slowly, "Six hundred million."

The entire auction hall exploded in an instant, and everyone was whispering to each other, wondering who Martin was and how he dared to spend so lavishly.

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