The Ghost-Faced Youth Reappears

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Chatting and laughing, the two followed the blonde woman into the Auction House. Its surroundings were elegant and noble, making Yu Xiaofeng sigh that its extravagance rivaled even the imperial palace.

When the blonde woman stopped, the three arrived at the end of the second floor. Between two doors decorated with gold-carved patterns was a circular indentation. The blonde woman pressed her right hand against it, and a golden glow appeared out of thin air. The doors then slowly opened.

Yu Xiaofeng looked at the red carpet woven with gold thread beneath his feet, then examined the exhibits displayed in the surrounding glass cases. He found that aside from being beautiful and exquisite, these items had no Soul Power fluctuations whatsoever.

Seeing Yu Xiaofeng frown, the blonde woman immediately said, "Holy Son Highness, the manager is already waiting for you in the inner hall."

The two followed the blonde woman through the small door on the right. Sure enough, across from them stood a curly-haired blond man, holding a glass of red wine as he waited with a smile.

The blonde woman hurried forward and handed the token in her hand to the curly-haired blond man. After carefully inspecting it, the man smiled. "Please forgive us, Holy Son Highness. We are merely being cautious."

Yu Xiaofeng smiled. "I need Soul Power hidden weapons. The smaller and more delicate, the better. I need a large quantity. Do you have any?"

The curly-haired blond man took a sip of red wine, set the glass on the table, and then pressed his hand against the upper left corner of the table.

A flash of white light passed by, and the wall on the right slowly rose. A row of exquisite display racks appeared before Yu Xiaofeng.

Yu Xiaofeng swept his gaze over them, and a nail one inch long and one centimeter wide caught his eye.

Yu Xiaofeng slowly walked over to the nail's display case and pointed at it. "How much is this nail?"

The curly-haired blond man had just taken out a short sword from the display case on the left and had not yet had the chance to show it to Yu Xiaofeng when he heard his question.

He glanced over and froze. Even Old Wu was stunned.

Yu Xiaofeng looked at Old Wu. "What is it?"

Old Wu said, "Holy Son Highness, these are Soul Power nails used for construction. They may not be easy to buy, but Spirit Hall can purchase this quality wholesale."

"You can get as many as you want, and they only cost ten Golden Soul Coins per box. Each box contains ten thousand nails."

Yu Xiaofeng finally understood. The undamaged buildings at Shrek Academy had probably all been built with Soul Power materials, and many of these Soul Power nails must have been used at their joints.

He immediately said, "Since we're here, give me ten boxes to start with."

The curly-haired blond man immediately took ten wooden boxes with carved patterns from a hidden compartment beneath the counter and handed them to Yu Xiaofeng.

Yu Xiaofeng opened one and saw that the nails were the same length, but their sharpness was far greater than the ones from before.

Seeing Yu Xiaofeng's satisfaction, the curly-haired blond man sold him fifty boxes at ten Golden Soul Coins per box.

One box held ten thousand nails, so fifty boxes meant five hundred thousand. That would be enough for Yu Xiaofeng to mess around with for a while.

After leaving the Auction House, Yu Xiaofeng headed toward the Soul Fighting Arena.

Old Wu asked, "You plan to have some fun in there?"

Yu Xiaofeng said, "Tang San and the others will be having plenty of fun in there. I plan to exchange a few moves with them."

Less than half a second after he said that, Flander approached with the Shrek Seven Devils.

A chill flashed through Tang San's eyes as he said to Yu Xiaofeng, "Spirit Hall's man, we meet again."

Yu Xiaofeng said disdainfully, "So it's you, trash. I was wondering who it was."

"Didn't get beaten to death last time? You want another beating this time?"

How could Ma Hongjun's fiery temper endure that? His soul rings burst forth, and he immediately unleashed his first soul skill at Yu Xiaofeng. "Phoenix Flame Shot!"

Why would Yu Xiaofeng care? With a single stride, he rushed into the crowd. Before anyone could react, Yu Xiaofeng slapped out.

Meanwhile, Old Wu stared at Flander, continuously exerting Soul Power pressure on him. His meaning was clear: this was a fight between juniors, so Flander had better not interfere. Otherwise, Old Wu would not mind killing them all.

A fierce gale howled past as Yu Xiaofeng sent Ma Hongjun flying with a slap. He mocked him, "An ant like you dares bark at me?"

"Eight Trigrams Sixteen Palms."

"Ora Ora Ora Ora!"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The series of sharp, muffled impacts jolted everyone awake. Tang San's Soul Power erupted as he unleashed Entangling, and Blue Silver Grass instantly shot toward Yu Xiaofeng.

Yu Xiaofeng sneered. "Trash wants to ambush me too?"

The instant he stomped the ground, he had already charged forward. Ma Hongjun had been beaten into a miserable state. Dai Mubai's Soul Power erupted, and three soul rings rose around him. He immediately transformed with his White Tiger Vajra Transformation. Yu Xiaofeng heard a roar beside his ear, followed by Dai Mubai's fist hurtling toward him.

Yu Xiaofeng turned, his arms forming a taiji stance, and said to the ambushing Dai Mubai, "Get lost."

"Eight Trigrams Thirty-Two Palms."

"Ora Ora Ora Ora!"

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Yu Xiaofeng endured Tang San's Blue Silver Grass while unleashing a fierce barrage against Dai Mubai. Soul Power palms coursed across Dai Mubai's body, and every strike made him spit blood and stagger backward.

The girls were already dumbfounded. Xiao Wu had thought Brother Feng was strong enough, but after seeing this Ghost Face madman, she felt Brother Feng paled in comparison to him.

Dai Mubai's terrified eyes were filled with shock. The instant the opponent's strikes landed, all the Soul Power in his body became paralyzed. Spitting blood, he was sent flying.

Bang! Boom!

Dai Mubai crashed onto the street, kicking up clouds of dust. Yu Xiaofeng had just finished his Eight Trigrams Thirty-Two Palms when his Rebirth Eye saw Tang San, Xiao Wu, and Zhu Zhuqing charging at him together.

As Yu Xiaofeng dodged, he heard Ning Rongrong say:

"Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda: first, strength; second, speed."

Ning Rongrong was so furious that she unleashed two soul skills in succession. Seven-colored radiance instantly enveloped the seven of them. Oscar fed the prepared sausages to Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun, while the remaining four angrily charged into battle with Yu Xiaofeng once more.

They said two fists could not beat four hands, but was Yu Xiaofeng's five years of physical training for nothing?

"Impossible! How can he be so fast? I'm an agility-attack Soul Master!"

Zhu Zhuqing spoke in shock, but before her voice had even faded, she discovered that Yu Xiaofeng had suddenly grabbed her tail and yanked her over.

Zhu Zhuqing was like a deflated ball, instantly becoming so soft and pliant that Yu Xiaofeng could hardly believe it.

Zhu Zhuqing cried out as Yu Xiaofeng pulled her into his arms. Holding her was one thing, but his hand had even landed on her breast.

Dai Mubai's face turned livid with rage. In his White Tiger form, he charged over again, but how could Yu Xiaofeng give him the chance?

"Eight Trigrams Sixty-Four Palms."

"Ora Ora Ora Ora!"

Three punches sent Dai Mubai flying. Yu Xiaofeng spun around, dodged, and struck his left palm toward Xiao Wu. Tang San had already drawn a short sword against Yu Xiaofeng's back. If Yu Xiaofeng turned to counterattack Tang San, he would certainly be hit by Xiao Wu's waist technique. But if he attacked Xiao Wu, there was at least a fifty percent chance Tang San would abandon the opportunity to save her.

Sure enough, Yu Xiaofeng's calculation was correct. Tang San withdrew his short sword and used Entangling to pull Xiao Wu away. He then fired more than a dozen hidden weapon darts in quick succession, furiously cursing Yu Xiaofeng, "Ghost Face, you're too despicable!"