185: Chapter 185 Selling the Sword

There was a scorched circular mark on his clothes, left by the Rasengan, and a trace of blood hung from the corner of his mouth.

Although Song Zhengchu appeared to have no external injuries on the surface, his internal organs had already suffered severe damage.

At this moment, he was barely standing, each breath feeling like swallowing knives, yet he did not hunch over, nor did he knit his brows.

He just stood there, his spine straight as a sword.

He looked at Wang Lin: "You are very strong."

In just a short dozen minutes, Wang Lin had used his Tentacles, sword techniques, earth walls, Wind Ability, spatial movement, Metal Throne, Regeneration, and Rasengan... step by step, he had changed the evaluation held by the Holy Court's number one swordsman.

Having said this, Song Zhengchu turned around and walked toward the gate of the Martial Arts Arena, speaking as he walked: "I will pass the appointment for the Inspector at the Council of Elders. Your position is effective starting today."

Wang Lin watched his retreating figure, lowered his head to look at the black sword on the ground, bent down, and picked it up.

"Hey, you forgot your sword..."

Song Zhengchu did not turn back: "It is not needed. A sword that has betrayed me. I do not need it."

Wang Lin gripped the sword, not knowing what to say.

Song Zhengchu did not turn back, his voice drifting over from the distance: "I will apply to the Council of Elders to forge a new sword using extraterrestrial meteorite."

"From now on, I will not use swords made of metal."

This sentence could only be understood by those of high level.

Bishop Qin Cang understood.

They were all Ancient Martial Artists, all having entrusted their lives to the weapons in their hands.

When a weapon betrayed them, it was not the weapon's fault; it was their own.

It was not that the sword was unfaithful, but that their Sword Intent was not strong enough.

Song Zhengchu did not want this sword anymore, not because he hated the sword, but because he hated himself.

He hated that his Sword Intent could not suppress Wang Lin's Metal Throne.

He hated that the sword he had guarded for decades had wavered in that instant.

He wanted to change his sword, to change to a sword that was not made of metal, not because he feared Wang Lin, but because as a swordsman, one should not have even the slightest flaw.

Instructor Meng He also understood, and there was a sense of pity in his eyes.

He had known Song Zhengchu for many years and knew what that sword meant to him.

That sword had been with him for decades, closer than his own wife.

He had no wife at all; that sword was his wife, his child, his everything.

But now he did not want it. To be a swordsman, one must know how to let go.

Lu Zhiyi also understood; she realized why Song Zhengchu had been a beat slower at the end.

If she were to battle Wang Lin, and Wang Lin used the Metal Throne to control her sword, would she be able to hold onto it?

It seemed she also needed a sword forged from meteorite.

Wang Lin lowered his head, looking at the sword.

That was Song Zhengchu's sword, which had been with him for decades, the personal sword of the Holy Court's number one swordsman.

Although Song Zhengchu appeared to have been knocked away by Wang Lin today, anyone with a discerning eye could see that it was not a matter of strength.

It was carelessness, it was underestimating the enemy, it was not expecting an LV4 Esper to have so many trump cards.

If Song Zhengchu had taken it seriously from the beginning, the outcome would not have been like this.

But regardless, the sword was Song Zhengchu's. His sword, his reputation.

Wang Lin raised his head, looking at the people in the stands: "Since Song Zhengchu doesn't want it, it's useless for me to keep it."

"Sell it. To whoever bids the highest, I will sell it."

The Martial Arts Arena became quiet once again.

Sell? He was going to sell Song Zhengchu's sword?

Someone from the Council of Elders stood up, then sat back down.

Well played, Wang Lin; this was clearly a slap in the face, showing no regard for them at all.

The instructors and students looked at each other.

This Wang Lin was too bold; to dare to do this in front of the Council of Elders, not only defeating Song Zhengchu but now selling his accessory.

This was humiliation, naked humiliation.

At this moment, someone in the stands reacted, and lights lit up in their eyes at the same time.

That was Song Zhengchu's sword, the personal sword of the Holy Court's number one swordsman.

Although Song Zhengchu said he didn't want it, that was Song Zhengchu's business.

The value of this sword would not decrease just because Song Zhengchu didn't want it.

On the contrary, precisely because Song Zhengchu didn't want it, this sword was even more valuable, because it had a story.

The personal sword of an LV7 swordsman, knocked away by an LV4 Esper, and then abandoned by its owner.

The story carried by this sword was enough to drive collectors crazy.

The first voice rang out from the stands, filled with eagerness and greed. "I bid five hundred thousand."

Wang Lin looked over.

It was a middle-aged man wearing a dark suit, who looked like someone from the Council of Elders.

He raised his hand, his eyes fixed firmly on the sword in Wang Lin's hand.

Wang Lin did not speak.

A second voice immediately followed. "Six hundred thousand."

"Seven hundred thousand."

"One million."

The price was skyrocketing, so fast that Huo Yan's brain couldn't keep up.

He had never seen so much money in his life.

The girl with the ponytail next to him covered her mouth, her eyes wide round.

Wang Lin stood there, holding the sword, his expression unchanged.

The price rose from one million to two million, from two million to three million, and it was still rising.

There were fewer and fewer people bidding, but the price was still rising.

Three million five hundred thousand. Four million. Four million five hundred thousand.

Finally, a voice rang out from the corner of the stands, not loud, but very clear.

"Five million."

The Martial Arts Arena went quiet. Five million. This number made everyone shut their mouths.

It was not because no one could afford a higher price, but because the owner of this voice made them afraid to bid again.

Wang Lin turned his head, looking in the direction the voice came from.

In the corner of the stands sat a girl with a ponytail.

She was wearing the white training uniform of the Ancient Martial Arts Training Hall, with a light blue belt tied around her waist.

Huo Yan turned his head, looking at the girl next to him, his mouth agape, unable to close it. "You... you're a student, where did you get so much money?"

The girl with the ponytail did not answer him. She stood up, walked down from the stands, and stood still in front of Wang Lin.

The distance between the two was less than a meter.

"Five million, I'll buy it."

Wang Lin looked at her: "What is your name?"

"Su Wanqing."

Wang Lin nodded.

Su Wanqing. He was not familiar with this name, but he had heard this surname.

The Su Family of the Holy City, merchants for generations, wealthy enough to rival a nation.

The Su Family's money was not measured by "how much," but by "whether they want to."

As long as they wanted it, there was nothing that could not be bought.

But the Su Family had no connection to the Holy Court; the reason Su Wanqing appeared here was because she had not awakened a Superpower.

In the Holy City, those who had not awakened a Superpower mostly could only engage in ordinary work.

But Su Wanqing was not willing; she wanted to practice the sword, wanted to become a swordsman, and wanted to walk a path different from the Espers.

That was why she had come to the Holy Court's Ancient Martial Arts Training Hall, starting from the most basic stance training, practicing day by day, year by year.