Hearing Mo Hua open his mouth with "Spirit Stones," Wu Ming sneered.
"You're a dignified prodigy of Void Gate, yet this is all the ambition you have? Winning such a paltry sum of Spirit Stones by dueling others..."
Mo Hua said, "Five hundred thousand."
Wu Ming fell silent, then asked, "How much?"
Mo Hua said, "Five hundred thousand Spirit Stones. I'll fight you once."
Suppressing his anger, Wu Ming said, "Why is it so expensive? Aren't others only asking seventy or eighty thousand?"
Mo Hua said, "The market rate has gone up."
Wu Ming gritted his teeth. He knew he had been careless. He had shown too eagerly that he wanted to spar with Mo Hua, only to be seized by the throat and have Mo Hua open his mouth like a lion.
This Mo Hua was just that tricky and sinister.
But Houtu City prohibited private fighting. If they wanted to spar, both sides had to agree, have it witnessed, and then head to the Sword Discussion Arena to compete.
If Mo Hua refused, then this trip would have been for nothing.
Wu Ming wanted too badly to defeat Mo Hua. He wanted too badly to cut Mo Hua down from his horse and see the expression on his face after losing.
Wu Ming said, "Three hundred thousand."
Mo Hua was somewhat surprised. "You're the Young Master of the Wu Family, yet you can't even produce five hundred thousand Spirit Stones?"
Wu Ming's expression darkened.
The Wu Family's rules were fairly strict as well, and he did not have that much "spending money."
For the entire Lineage, five hundred thousand Spirit Stones were naturally nothing much.
But for an individual, five hundred thousand was already a considerable sum.
Even for some children of aristocratic families, it was not so