After the Standard Long Sword, the atmosphere at the auction gradually heated up, because all the subsequent items were Saint Spirit grade.
Chen Yi had killed quite a few seventh-rankers, but in reality, not many Saint Spirit-grade pieces of equipment had dropped.
A piece of equipment that suited one could bring a considerable boost.
However, Chen Yi did not bid on several consecutive auction items.
Wang Zhanbo asked curiously, "If I remember correctly, isn't that rag you're wearing only Epic grade?"
The Yin-Yang Magic Robe was displeased. What did he mean, a rag?
Who knew how hard I had struggled to survive?!
More than ten worm-like tendrils extended from the Mage Robe and bit down on Wang Zhanbo's outstretched finger.
"Hiss!"
Then Wang Zhanbo started fighting with Chen Yi's Mage Robe.
The Mage Robe that had just been auctioned was indeed suitable for Chen Yi, but its attributes were too low: 110 points of True Armor and a slight Mana boost.
Given Chen Yi's physique, how much actual improvement a Mage Robe that provided 110 points of True Armor could bring remained unknown.
In a real fight, it would probably only last a little longer than the Epic-grade Yin-Yang Magic Robe. It would be better to spend the money elsewhere.
Naturally, the other seventh-rankers could not miss Wang Zhanbo fighting with the Mage Robe. Just as they were about to laugh, Chen Yi's cold gaze fell upon them.
It was one thing for Chen Yi to scold Wang Zhanbo, but they could try mocking him if they dared.
The seventh-rankers frowned and withdrew their smiles. It was not worth provoking that Fire Madman over such a trivial matter.
More importantly, after only a little over a decade, that Fire Madman felt even more dangerous.
The danger these seventh-rankers sensed came