Conflict

"This..." When Liu Feng asked the price, the attendant hesitated. It was not that he wanted to jack up the price and fleece Liu Feng; it was mainly because this scrap-iron weapon was truly hard to price. They had set all sorts of prices before, yet not a single person had bought it. Now that someone had finally taken an interest in it, the attendant was afraid that asking too much would scare this customer away.

After all, in the attendant's eyes, this strange spear was nothing more than a slightly better-looking piece of scrap iron, worth only a few Gold Coins at most. The person who had pawned it had only taken away ten Gold Coins, and that was only because the shop owner had had a rare fit of kindness!

Just as the attendant hesitated, another attendant arrived at Liu Feng's side with Turner.

Seeing the oversized spiked club in Turner's hand gleaming with a cold light, along with the joy written all over his face, Liu Feng could not help but smile bitterly again. He inwardly grumbled about why Turner could not have picked a smaller weapon. This huge thing looked like it weighed around two hundred jin, so its price definitely would not be low. At that thought, Liu Feng fiercely squeezed his money pouch again.

Yet while his heart ached over the Gold Coins, Liu Feng was also somewhat astonished by Turner's strength. He had always known Turner was strong, but he had not expected this big fool to carry something weighing over two hundred jin as if it were nothing, no different from carrying a straw.

Seeing the undisguised love in Turner's eyes, Liu Feng smiled and said, "I'll take this spiked club. How much is it?"

The older attendant did not answer Liu Feng immediately. Instead, he quietly exchanged a few words with the younger attendant, apparently discussing that scrap-iron spear. Then the older attendant smiled. "The spiked club is fifty Gold Coins. Since sir has also taken a liking to this spear, how about this? Both items for fifty Gold Coins. What do you think, sir?"

It sounded as though the strange spear was being thrown in for free, but Liu Feng knew that the spiked club itself was definitely not worth fifty Gold Coins. The spear's price had still been included.

Liu Feng did not know whether the price was fair, but since Turner liked it, he simply nodded and smiled. "Fine, fifty Gold Coins it is!" As he spoke, he cheerfully took out his money pouch and paid fifty Gold Coins, leaving the already shriveled pouch nearly flat as paper.

Feeling that he had far too little money left, Liu Feng no longer planned to buy Turner a set of armor. Armor was not cheap either, and they still had to live afterward.

Bending down, Liu Feng grabbed the strange spear.

The instant the spear shaft landed in his hand, Liu Feng felt an extremely icy chill surge from his hand through his entire body. Then his right hand suddenly sank. This spear was clearly not light. Although Liu Feng's physique had improved considerably lately due to his cultivation technique, lifting the spear one-handed was still somewhat difficult.

Without even wiping away the dust and rust on the spear, Liu Feng bid the two attendants farewell and headed outside with Turner, intending to study the strange spear properly once they returned to the carriage.

Just as the two were about to step out of the shop, a sweet laugh suddenly rang out. "Eh! Is that Warrior a Barbarian? He's so brawny!" The voice was crisp and pleasant, belonging to that incomparably beautiful girl.

Barbarians were not common on the continent, so ordinary people could hardly avoid being curious when they saw one. Liu Feng did not mind. He turned back and smiled at the girl before preparing to leave again.

"What is there to look at in a Barbarian mongrel? Elena, another day I'll take you to see a purebred one!" said the dung-faced, triangular-eyed man beside the beautiful girl Elena disdainfully.

His voice was loud, instantly reaching the ears of Liu Feng and Turner, who already had one foot outside the door.

Turner's body suddenly trembled. Then he spun around sharply, and extreme fury flashed through his eyes. The muscles all over his body bulged at once as a violent aura rose from him.

With difficulty, Turner swallowed the curse that had reached his lips and looked toward his young master.

The big fool was not truly foolish. At a glance, he could tell that this group consisted of troublesome nobles. If he had been alone, he would have feared nothing and would already have rushed forward to teach this noble brat, who had wounded others with his words, a lesson with his spiked club. But his young master was beside him now. Turner could disregard himself, but he could not disregard his young master.

A glint of cold light flashed through Liu Feng's eyes. He too turned around and smiled gently at the triangular-eyed man. "Apologize to him immediately, and I can forgive your rudeness!"

"Apologize? You actually dare tell me to apologize to this Barbarian mongrel? Kid, do you know who I am? Hahaha, this is killing me!" The triangular-eyed man looked as though he had seen something utterly unbelievable. By the end, he could not help bursting into wild laughter.

Liu Feng was still smiling gently, but the chill in his eyes grew increasingly thick. He said lightly, "There's too little room in here. If you've got the guts, follow me outside!" With that, he turned and walked outside carrying the spear.

"Outside it is! Damn it, you think I'm afraid of you? Come on, teach this arrogant brat a lesson!" the triangular-eyed man shouted. Ignoring Elena's attempts to stop him, he led his attendants outside.

At that moment, the two attendants Count Derek had assigned to Liu Feng also noticed what was happening. Yet for some reason, after a sharp gleam flashed through their eyes, they still made no move.

His pale blue hair danced in the wind, making Liu Feng's originally delicate features appear even more handsome. Yet the gentle smile that had been on his face was gradually disappearing, and a cold, stern air faintly radiated from his entire body.

Coupled with the strange two-meter spear half-raised in his hand, Liu Feng seemed to have become a completely different person. An indescribable dominance emanated from him.

Several angry shouts rang out. Without a word of nonsense, the four attendants under the triangular-eyed man drew their two-handed greatswords and charged Liu Feng. Though no dazzling battle aura light flared forth, their force was still astonishing. Moreover, judging from the faint glow around their swords, all four attendants had reached Upper Grade Level Three and were on the verge of advancing into the ranks of Middle Rank Warriors.

At the same time, the remaining five attendants beside the triangular-eyed man, who appeared considerably stronger, also roared as they charged Turner. Dazzling light shone from their weapons. They were all Middle Rank Warriors.

Seeing Turner charge forward without the slightest fear, a flicker of concern passed through Liu Feng's eyes. Although Liu Feng knew Turner's martial skills seemed far from weak, facing five Middle Rank Warriors capable of using battle aura at once, Liu Feng had no confidence at all.

With a faint sigh, Liu Feng had not expected the triangular-eyed man's attendants to be so powerful. But now was no longer the time to worry. The weapons of those four Upper Grade Level Three attendants had already reached him.

"Ah!" Elena, standing beside the triangular-eyed man, suddenly cried out and tightly shut her beautiful eyes. This girl appeared quite kind-hearted, seemingly unable to bear seeing Liu Feng die miserably on the spot.

Falan Continent placed great emphasis on martial prowess, and street brawls were as common as daily meals. Thus, the passersby around them showed no fear at all. Instead, they gathered around curiously to watch.

The space around him had been completely sealed off by the four greatswords, leaving Liu Feng no room to retreat. He let out a sharp cry, and the fervor returned to his eyes. Gripping the spear with both hands, he swung it fiercely and met the four greatswords head-on.

At the same time, the Level Six Crystal Core within Liu Feng's body suddenly lit up, and Soul Power instantly surged from his arms into the spear.

"Bzzzz!" A cry that made one's soul tremble suddenly rang out from the spear in Liu Feng's hands. Then the spear, once covered in dust and rust, suddenly blazed with radiance. An aura that could dominate all beneath heaven burst from its shaft and slammed viciously into the four greatswords...