The thought of spending twenty thousand battle merit on a broken Chaos Spirit Treasure Fragment filled Deng Yu with endless regret.
If only he had known.
He would never have let his temper get the better of him and raised the bid by fifteen hundred battle merit in one go. He would have increased it slowly, five hundred at a time. That way, there might still have been room to maneuver.
Now, however...
He had wanted to get revenge on Qin Hao, to make Qin Hao suffer a setback, only to lose twenty thousand battle merit himself.
And worse...
He might even have drawn the attention of the Ancestral God elder backing Qin Hao.
How could Deng Yu not feel frustrated, aggrieved, and remorseful?
"Brother Wu, do you have any ideas?" Deng Yu abruptly turned around and hurriedly asked in a low voice before the Masked Man could make the final call.
Wu Jianfeng froze, then frowned. "What do you mean, Brother Deng? You're the one bidding on this item. What good does asking me do? Besides, we agreed beforehand that it was your turn to bid this time."
"You..."
Deng Yu nearly spat out a mouthful of blood at those words.
So he alone was supposed to bear the loss of twenty thousand battle merit, while Wu Jianfeng washed his hands of it?
"No. If nobody else bids, you have to pay half of those twenty thousand battle merit." Deng Yu did not want to shoulder the entire cost himself.
Wu Jianfeng sneered. "Are we going to split that Chaos Spirit Treasure Fragment in half, too? Or are you saying you get to keep it?"
"Well..." Deng Yu hesitated.
That Chaos Spirit Treasure should still have been worth over ten thousand, even if it was not particularly useful.
If