"At this price..."
Zhang Xiaojing chuckled. Clearly, he meant to raise the price on the spot.
Qingfeng grew anxious. "You brat, you're raising the price on me! Have you no sense of fairness?"
"Can't help it. I've got to make a living."
Zhang Xiaojing shrugged.
He, too, was about to make a breakthrough and needed a large number of Spirit Stones to support it.
Qingfeng gritted his teeth, all for the sake of eating and drinking for free in the future.
"How much more do you want?"
Zhang Xiaojing held up three fingers. "At least this much."
Qingfeng snapped, "Damn! Why don't you go rob someone, you bastard? Were you born a bandit?!"
Zhang Xiaojing smiled. "Then take some more time to think it over."
With that, he stood back up.
He signaled that they could resume the match.
Li Ping'an still had no idea what had happened, but he vaguely sensed something was wrong.
A dangerous aura emanated from Zhang Xiaojing.
As soon as they exchanged blows, he felt that his opponent's palm strikes were considerably stronger than before.
His counterattacks also grew more and more frequent, and every strike
was fiercer than the last, its power constantly increasing.
Elder Qingfeng's eyes nearly split with fury. You bastard, you play hardball!!!
The spectators below the platform all looked puzzled. What was going on?
The elders watching the spectacle were only too happy to see things escalate.
It seemed the price negotiations had fallen through.
They did not care who won or lost, so long as there was a good show.
With Zhang Xiaojing's chopping punches, every punch he unleashed
gave a deep rumble, like a fierce tiger roaring in the remote mountain forests.
Each punch borrowed the lingering force of the one before, growing fiercer with every blow.
"Now