Zhang Lingyun mocked him like this only to provoke Qin Shaofeng's anger, but unfortunately, he was disappointed once again.
As though he had not heard Zhang Lingyun at all, Qin Shaofeng smiled faintly and said to Steward Fang, "Steward Fang, I came here merely intending to buy two or three low-level Demonic Beasts and study what makes these low-level Demonic Beasts fit for beast fighting different from those raised at home for food."
Qin Shaofeng's answer completely took Steward Fang by surprise, leaving him torn between laughter and tears.
This eldest young master of the Qin Family truly was impossible to fathom!
But before he could say anything more, Zhang Lingyun, enraged by Qin Shaofeng once again, spoke up.
"Study?" Zhang Lingyun sneered, saying disdainfully, "I never expected our young master Qin to have such an interest in beast fighting. Since that is the case, Qin Shaofeng, do you dare gamble with me?"
This time, Qin Shaofeng did not ignore Zhang Lingyun's words, because they had piqued his interest.
A gamble?
The moment Zhang Lingyun opened his mouth, Qin Shaofeng had already guessed seven or eight parts of his intentions.
But...
With a cold laugh in his heart, Qin Shaofeng turned and glanced at Zhang Lingyun before smiling. "Oh? I never thought Second Young Master Zhang would be in such high spirits. Then I, Qin Shaofeng, shall accompany you to the bitter end! Tell me, how shall we gamble?"
Haha, this brat had finally taken the bait!
Seeing Qin Shaofeng agree, Zhang Lingyun roared with laughter inwardly.
Although he knew nothing about beast fighting, he had a guard at his side who was exceptionally knowledgeable about low-level Demonic Beasts. If Qin Shaofeng dared gamble with him, he was simply courting death.
"We'll gamble on beast fighting!" Zhang Lingyun wore a cold smile. "Didn't you, young master Qin, say you had done some research on beast fighting? Then each of us will choose one low-level Demonic Beast from those before us and have them fight. One round will decide victory or defeat!"
As Zhang Lingyun spoke, his face brimmed with confidence.
After the low-level Demonic Beasts in the Beast Arena were captured and brought back, each was fitted with a token that concealed its aura.
Unless one was an expert among Xiantian Martial Masters, no one could easily discern the true condition of the fighting beasts before them.
Zhang Lingyun did not believe Qin Shaofeng truly knew anything about beast fighting.
The guard behind him was the source of his confidence.
"Oh? And what about the stakes?"
Paying no attention to Zhang Lingyun's confident appearance, Qin Shaofeng gave a soft laugh, while wild laughter filled his heart.
Compete with me in this?
With those aura-concealing tokens in place, others could not see the strengths and weaknesses of these low-level Demonic Beasts. Unfortunately, they were utterly useless against me!
With the system's Fiery Golden Eyes, how could a mere aura-concealing token obstruct his investigation?
From the moment he had entered this place, Qin Shaofeng had spent 10 points of Inner Qi to use Fiery Golden Eyes, thoroughly examining every Demonic Beast here.
He had long since placed himself in an invincible position!
Zhang Lingyun knew none of this. When Qin Shaofeng asked about the stakes, he sneered even more deeply in his heart.
Still, though he wanted to name a massive wager outright, he was afraid Qin Shaofeng would back down.
Thus, he said to Qin Shaofeng with a sneer, "You, young master Qin, should decide the stakes. I fear that if I name too large a sum, you may not be able to afford it."
Unable to openly raise the stakes himself, Zhang Lingyun instead intended to provoke Qin Shaofeng.
Qin Shaofeng was no fool, so naturally he understood Zhang Lingyun's intentions.
But that suited him perfectly.
His heart stirring slightly, Qin Shaofeng suddenly thought of something. A sharp glint flashed through his eyes, and he turned to Steward Fang, who had long remained silent with a smile on his face. "Steward Fang, your Beast Arena must have quite a few low-level Demonic Beasts that have been injured and no longer have the strength to fight, correct?"
Hmm?
Qin Shaofeng's sudden question left Steward Fang puzzled.
Even so, Steward Fang answered, "There truly are quite a few such low-level Demonic Beasts. Generally, they are either sold to restaurants or sold at base price to buyers who come here. However, most are fed directly to other fighting beasts. I wonder why young master Qin asks..."
"Excellent!" Qin Shaofeng smiled faintly and continued, "Actually, my wager is very simple: we will buy all the injured low-level Demonic Beasts in the Beast Arena that can no longer participate in beast fighting. The loser pays the bill. What does Second Young Master Zhang think?"
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