14: Chapter 14, beep! Transaction successful!

[Rare Warrior Skill Book: Savage Charge]

[Effect: Launch a fearless charge forward, dealing physical damage (Strength x 1.5) to enemies in the path and forcing a knockback. Upon hitting a target, inflicts a 1.5-second stun. Grants Super Armor during the charge.]

This is it.

The corners of Jiang Feng's mouth curled up slightly.

What do Mages fear? Being approached in close quarters.

But for a Mage like him, his only fear was that the enemy wouldn't get close.

Think about it: when an enemy thinks I'm a squishy Mage and finally rushes to my face to harvest me, I counter with a Super Armor Savage Charge into their chest, then smash their skull with a staff...

That scene... how merciful, how "explosively" kind.

Jiang Feng pulled out Savage Charge, and along the way, grabbed a copy of Frenzied Strike (consumes HP to significantly increase the damage of the next basic attack) and a passive skill book, Heavy Armor Mastery.

He slapped these three books onto the counter, leaving even Old Hei dazed.

"Brother..." Old Hei swallowed hard, looking at Jiang Feng as if he were a fool. "If I'm not mistaken, you were picking Mage skills just now, right? These... these are core Warrior skills, and they all have very high Strength requirements."

A Mage adding points to Strength? Isn't that something only someone incredibly reckless would do?

"What, do you do background checks to sell books?"

Jiang Feng raised an eyebrow under his cloak and pulled a crystal card directly from his sleeve.

This was an anonymous stored-value card commonly used in the black market.

"Calculate how much these and those Mage skills from before cost in total."

Old Hei was choked up for a moment, but seeing the card shimmering with golden light, he immediately put on a fawning smile. Regardless of how reckless the guy was, the one with the money was king!

"Right away! Repulse Fire Ring is 150,000. This pile of low-level spells is 200,000 for the bundle. This Savage Charge is a rare item; it's hardly ever circulated on the market, so that's 350,000... and these two..."

Old Hei's abacus clicked and clacked rapidly before he announced a figure: "A total of 880,000 gold coins! I'll round it down for you—850,000!"

If this figure got out, it would be enough to bankrupt any small-scale guild in Dongjiang City.

But Jiang Feng only nodded calmly. "Swipe the card."

At the very moment he handed over the crystal card.

A hand wearing a diamond-encrusted white glove suddenly cut in and pressed down on Savage Charge.

"Hold on."

A slightly frivolous male voice rang out behind Jiang Feng, carrying an air of bossy arrogance. "This book, I've been looking for it for half a month. I'll take it too."

Jiang Feng didn't stop his movements; he didn't even turn his head. With a slight flick of his wrist, he continued to push the crystal card forward.

"First come, first served. Understand?"

The owner of that hand seemingly didn't expect to be ignored. With a cold snort, his fingers suddenly exerted force, trying to pull the book away by force.

*Screech—*

The book didn't budge an inch.

It was as if it were welded to the counter.

With Jiang Feng's Strength attribute as high as 310 points, plus 925 points of Wisdom also counting as Strength, even a casual press was not something an ordinary Awakened could move.

"Huh?"

The young man behind him let out a sound of surprise, clearly taken aback that he couldn't overpower a "black-robed Mage."

Only then did Jiang Feng turn his head.

In his line of sight was a young man wearing expensive enchanted leather armor, his face practically screaming "I'm a rich brat, who's afraid of who?" Behind him followed two expressionless bodyguards, both around Level 15—clearly elite thugs.

"My friend." The young man shook his slightly numbed hand, his gaze darkening. "I am Zhao Feng, son of the Vice President of the Mad Lion Guild. This Savage Charge is very important for my class advancement. Do me a favor and leave first."

The Mad Lion Guild, one of the top three powers in Dongjiang City, indeed had the capital to act arrogantly.

The surrounding onlookers, who were originally watching the excitement, retreated one after another, fearing they would get caught in the crossfire.

Old Hei shrunk behind the counter, his eyes gleaming as if watching a good show. Black market rules: once outside the shop, life and death were up to fate, but inside the shop, whoever had more money was the boss.

"Do you a favor?"

Jiang Feng's voice from under the mask carried a hint of a strange smile.

He really wanted to laugh.

He was carrying millions in cash and had even dared to break through a military encirclement. Where did this rich second-generation kid come from, thinking he could intercept the deal just by showing his face?

"How much is your 'face' worth? How many bucks per pound?" Jiang Feng countered.

Zhao Feng's face stiffened, followed by a flash of humiliation and anger. "I'll pay double! 700,000!"

After speaking, he looked at Jiang Feng provocatively. "That is the value of this young master's face. If you can offer more, I'll let you take the book. But looking at your street-stall outfit, those Mage books probably drained your entire fortune, didn't they?"

"Double, huh..."

Jiang Feng sighed, appearing somewhat troubled.

Zhao Feng thought he was scared and gave a triumphant snort, reaching out to take the book.

"Boss."

Jiang Feng suddenly turned to look at the spectating Old Hei, his tone as calm as if he were commenting on how beautiful the moonlight was tonight.

"All the skill books in this shop, regardless of class—even if it's for a Summoner to call skeletons—as long as they are Blue-tier quality or higher..."

He paused, pulled out another crystal card from his robe, stacked it with the previous one, and lightly slapped them onto the counter.

The crisp clinking sound was exceptionally piercing in the deathly silent shop.

"I'll take them all."

"Additionally, for that Savage Charge, I offer 1,000,000."

Jiang Feng turned his head to look at Zhao Feng, whose expression had frozen. The Yi Xiao Nai He mask looked particularly mocking under the lights, and his voice was as sharp as an ice blade.

"Want to compare who has more money? I'm not going to humor you."

Deathly silence.

In the black market skill shop, it was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.

The sneer on Zhao Feng's face froze instantly, like a failed image loading; it looked as awkward as could be.

"One million?"

The Adam's apple of the bodyguard behind him bobbed as he swallowed. This amount was enough to buy several of their worthless lives.

"Stop pretending to be a big shot!"

Zhao Feng snapped back to his senses, veins bulging on his neck. He pointed at the plain-looking black crystal card in Jiang Feng's hand and shrieked, "Just with that street-stall outfit of yours that doesn't even have a glow effect? If you can swipe for a million, I, Zhao Feng, will eat this counter raw today!"

Jiang Feng didn't even blink. He lightly tapped the counter and said, "Swipe the card, hurry up."

Old Hei didn't hesitate either. Although his hands were shaking slightly, his professional instincts remained. Whether the man was a lunatic or a god-tier whale, getting the money into the bag was the only thing that mattered.

"Beep—"

A crisp electronic beep echoed through the narrow shop, sounding like heavenly music.

[Transaction successful. Gold coins deducted: 1,850,000.]

One million was the bid to crush Zhao Feng, and eight hundred and fifty thousand was the money to sweep the Mage section.

Nearly two million gold coins, spent without even blinking.

This single "beep" was louder than any slap, shattering Zhao Feng's face into pieces.