Zhang Lingyun had mocked him like that just to provoke Qin Shaofeng into anger, but once again, he was disappointed.
As if he hadn't heard Zhang Lingyun, Qin Shaofeng smiled faintly and said to Steward Fang, "Steward Fang, I came here intending to buy two or three low-level demon beasts to study the difference between the low-level demon beasts used for beast fights and those raised at home for food!"
Qin Shaofeng's answer had been completely beyond Steward Fang's expectations, leaving him at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
This eldest young master of the Qin Family really was hard to figure out!
But before he could say anything, Zhang Lingyun, provoked once again by Qin Shaofeng, spoke up.
"Study?" Zhang Lingyun gave a cold laugh and said disdainfully, "I never expected our Eldest Young Master Qin to take such an interest in beast fights. Since that's the case, Qin Shaofeng, do you dare to make a wager with me?"
This time, Qin Shaofeng didn't ignore Zhang Lingyun again, because Zhang Lingyun's words had piqued his interest.
A wager?
The moment Zhang Lingyun spoke, Qin Shaofeng had already guessed most of what he was thinking.
But...
Qin Shaofeng gave a cold laugh to himself, then glanced back at Zhang Lingyun and smiled. "Oh, I didn't know Second Young Master Zhang was in such high spirits. In that case, I, Qin Shaofeng, will play along to the end! Tell me, how do you want to bet?"
Haha, the kid finally took the bait!
Seeing that Qin Shaofeng had agreed, Zhang Lingyun laughed inwardly.
Although he didn't know much about beast fights, he had a guard by his side who knew low-level demon beasts extremely well. Qin Shaofeng had dared to wager against him—he was practically asking for death.
"We'll bet on beast fights!" Zhang Lingyun sneered. "Aren't you, Eldest Young Master Qin, something of an expert on beast fights? Then we'll each choose one of these low-level demon beasts and have them fight. One round decides the winner!"
Zhang Lingyun spoke with utter confidence.
After being captured and brought back, the low-level demon beasts at the Beast Arena were all fitted with tokens that concealed their auras.
Unless someone was an expert among the Xiantian Martial Masters, no one could easily sense the exact condition of the demon beasts before them.
Zhang Lingyun didn't believe Qin Shaofeng actually knew anything about beast fights.
The guard behind him was the source of his confidence.
"Oh? And what's the wager?"
Qin Shaofeng paid no mind to Zhang Lingyun's confidence. He chuckled softly, laughing wildly inside.
You want to compete with me at this?
With those aura-concealing tokens, other people might not be able to tell how strong these low-level demon beasts are. Too bad they're useless against me!
With the system's Fiery Golden Eyes, how could a mere aura-concealing token stop him from investigating?
As soon as he'd entered, Qin Shaofeng had spent 10 Inner Qi Points to activate Fiery Golden Eyes and inspect every demon beast here, leaving nothing unclear.
He had already secured victory!
Zhang Lingyun knew none of this. When Qin Shaofeng asked about the wager, he sneered even more.
Although he wanted to name a huge wager outright, he was also afraid Qin Shaofeng might back down.
So he sneered at Qin Shaofeng and said, "You can decide the wager, Eldest Young Master Qin. I'm afraid that if I name an amount that's too high, you won't be able to afford it."
He couldn't be the one to propose a large wager, so Zhang Lingyun intended to provoke Qin Shaofeng instead.
Qin Shaofeng wasn't a fool. Of course he could hear what Zhang Lingyun was getting at.
But it suited him perfectly.
A thought crossed Qin Shaofeng's mind. A gleam flashed in his eyes, and he turned to Steward Fang, who had long been keeping silent with a faint smile on his face. "Steward Fang, you must have quite a few injured low-level demon beasts here that are no longer able to fight, right?"
Hm?
Steward Fang was puzzled by Qin Shaofeng's sudden question.
Even so, he replied, "Well, we do have quite a few low-level demon beasts like that. Usually, we either sell them to restaurants or sell them at a low price to people who come to buy them. Most of them, though, are fed directly to other beast fighters. Why do you ask, Eldest Young Master Qin...?"
"Excellent!" Qin Shaofeng smiled faintly and continued, "My wager is simple: I'll buy every injured low-level demon beast at the Beast Arena that can no longer fight. The loser pays. What do you think, Second Young Master Zhang?"
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