270: Two against four hundred

Gu Qinghan laughed not only because he could make a quick buck, but also because he felt he had grasped the operating mechanism of this Auction House.

The Auction House had its own rules, but these rules were not fully disclosed to everyone.

To avoid being passive, one had to use these rules to take the initiative.

Of course, this approach required strong backing; otherwise, it would be a suicidal move.

During the last auction, Gu Qinghan analyzed that the Masked Man's goal was to eliminate all Contractors among the selected people.

But looking at the current situation, he felt he might have guessed wrong.

The purpose of this auction seemed more like to make powerful people fight each other, whether they were Contractors or Professionals.

You could choose not to enter the auction, thus avoiding the trap of this slaughter, but the powerful items and equipment within held an irresistible allure for people.

The target audience of the auction consisted of players whose strength was above average or even in the upper tier.

Almost none of these people were useless; they all believed they would be among the small fraction who would win this killing game.

But how many people could break through repeated desperate situations?

Gu Qinghan realized this, which is why he wanted to step forward and break this deadlock.

He didn't worry about the lives of others, but if these high-end combat forces dwindled in successive battles, the pressure he would face later would only increase.

After the Masked Man's words fell, a long line actually formed in front of Gu Qinghan.

Among the more than fifty VIPs, over thirty chose to have Gu Qinghan help them share the pressure.

More than a dozen others seemed very confident in their own strength, yet still looked at Gu Qinghan with grave expressions.

At this moment, the wealth value above Gu Qinghan's head had already broken through five digits and was still rising.

Piao Jun looked enviously at Gu Qinghan's wealth value and muttered softly:

"If worse comes to worst, I can also help you share some; I admit you're strong, but aren't you a bit too confident?"

Gu Qinghan turned to look at him and said with a chuckle:

"Who said I was going down alone? Aren't you coming with me?"

Piao Jun's expression beneath his mask changed abruptly, and his voice rose several octaves:

"How many times have I told you, don't drag me into your madness!"

"If you replicate the effect of my Giants Grasp, one slap should at least take out a bunch, right?

Of course, leave the attacking to me; you just need to make sure I'm not ambushed."

Gu Qinghan patted Piao Jun's shoulder, then turned back to continue trading with the others.

His actions seemed risky, but in reality, they weren't overly exaggerated.

One layer of insurance was Piao Jun, who had extremely strong counter-attack abilities.

If Chu Tian gave Gu Qinghan the feeling of absolute confidence, facing anyone with the belief that the worst outcome was a mutual destruction.

Then, Piao Jun gave Gu Qinghan a feeling that could be summarized in one sentence:

He gets stronger against stronger opponents, his combat power is unknown.

Gu Qinghan even had some anticipation, wondering who would win if Chu Tian and Piao Jun fought.

Although the other party always seemed unrelated to being a master, Gu Qinghan had a feeling that this guy still had his own trump card.

This feeling was very subtle, without any evidence, but he believed it deeply.

If he had to say, this might be a kind of telepathy between masters.

By the time the last person left, Gu Qinghan's wealth value had already reached over twenty thousand.

And among the other people on this floor, no one had a wealth value exceeding three thousand.

"This person is too arrogant! He must be Gu Han, number one on the three rankings, right?"

"It must be him, does he think we're all trash?"

"He now has over twenty thousand in wealth value; while our wealth value is low, more people can team up!"

Immediately, someone from below stood up and challenged Gu Qinghan.

On the two giant screens in the arena, two completely different numbers instantly appeared.

One was over twenty thousand, which was Gu Qinghan's wealth value.

The other side showed over fifty, representing the challenger's wealth value.

With the first person stepping forward, people from the crowd below continuously joined the arena.

These people could not use their professional abilities while in the stands, but once they entered the battlefield, their skills lit up with light.

Gu Qinghan looked at the challengers below, who were rubbing their fists, and pulled Piao Jun, who was trying to slip away, saying:

"Let's go, time to work."

Piao Jun's body stiffened, then he dejectedly followed Gu Qinghan into the arena.

His wealth value was only over six hundred, appearing extremely meager compared to Gu Qinghan's five-digit wealth value.

And when they saw Gu Qinghan bringing Piao Jun down, the people on the opposite side were startled at first.

But soon, they burst into mocking laughter:

"You scared me, I thought a master had come, but it's just a poor guy."

"Did you see, when he came down just now, this guy even tried to run, I'm dying of laughter."

"In a bit, a few brothers and I will go deal with this wimp first, then we'll all tackle Gu Han!"

Piao Jun heard the crowd's taunts but showed no reaction.

Gu Qinghan glanced at him and asked somewhat unexpectedly:

"They're cursing you so much, aren't you angry?"

Piao Jun shook his head and shrugged dispiritedly:

"Let them curse, it's not like I'll lose a piece of flesh.

Besides, it's not me who's going to die in a bit anyway."

During the waiting period for wealth value matching, some even tried to provoke Gu Qinghan and Piao Jun with skills, but they were all blocked by the dividing line in the arena.

More and more people gathered, and finally, the challenger's team reached over three hundred people.

These people were not fools; they all joined the team while their wealth value was still low, aiming to make their overall strength stronger.

But seeing that the wealth value had already balanced out, the number of people on that side was still increasing.

As long as the difference in wealth value between the two sides did not exceed one-tenth, the battle could proceed.

"How shameless, this group of people is clearly trying to win by sheer numbers."

A military Professional on the top floor looked at the scene below and couldn't help but complain indignantly.

Another female military Professional nodded, but still said:

"It's alright, although the numbers seem quite disparate, these people probably still can't shake Gu Han's ability.

I believe after this battle, no one will dare to challenge Gu Han."

"I think after this battle, there will probably be even more challengers."

Suddenly, Chu Tian spoke, causing several military Professionals around him to freeze for a moment.

The female Professional thought for a moment and asked, somewhat puzzled:

"Why? The number of people below is already almost four hundred; can't such a battle quell these people's desire to challenge?"

Chu Tian was about to speak when he heard footsteps from behind him.

He turned to see several VIPs who hadn't traded with Gu Qinghan earlier walking over, among them a woman with fiery red hair.

This woman had left a deep impression on Chu Tian last time, and this time she also seemed very confident in herself.

She slowly stopped, and although she wore a mask, she still let everyone know that she was definitely a beauty.

"Although there's deterrence, Gu Han's strength will also be somewhat exposed.

At the same time, if he wins this battle, his wealth value will at least double, and the number of challengers next time might be nearly eight hundred.

If he continues to win, after the second victory, he will be able to win over eighty thousand in wealth value, plus the forty thousand after the first round..."

The woman's voice was very pleasant, but the information it revealed made everyone somewhat silent.

They all now realized the problem Gu Qinghan had realized earlier: this game seemed to be designed specifically for them.

If Gu Qinghan won, he would only become more dangerous.

But if he lost, it would only foreshadow their own fate.

In the arena below, the total wealth value of the challenger's side finally reached its upper limit, just about one-tenth more than Gu Qinghan's side.

The dividing line in the arena slowly faded, while the people in the stands all stood up.

This was the first team battle of this game, but the numbers on both sides were extremely disparate.

Two against four hundred, and one of those two even seemed a bit lackadaisical.

As the first skill successfully crossed the midfield, this "fair" battle finally began!