Bei Bei watched, fury blazing inside him.
His hands clenched and unclenched, veins bulging as he stared fixedly at Xu Cheng straight ahead.
Even the Thunder around him couldn't help but crackle and flash like electric lights.
"Hey, buddy, you're one hell of a third wheel. An electric one, too? They're a couple getting all lovey-dovey. Isn't it a little inappropriate for you to stand there throwing off sparks?"
Lin Xi spoke with a cheeky grin beside him.
"You fucking-!"
"That's enough. See whether there are any Soul Tools that suit you. The academy will reimburse the cost," Wang Yan said, cutting Bei Bei off.
While Shrek Academy kept pressing the bidding button, the Sun Moon Empire's group was bored out of their minds.
The items were all Soul Tools below Class 6, including a Class 3 Paralysis Ray, a Class 4 "high-grade" Milk Bottle, and some new combat-support Soul Tools.
But one glance at their models was all Xu Cheng needed to spot the telltale signs.
In barely noticeable places on their casings, these Soul Tools had once borne a mark: made by Mingde Hall.
Whether the Sun Moon Empire's black market or the Star Luo Empire that had bought them had erased those marks afterward, any member of Mingde Hall could recognize the clues at a glance.
That alone showed just how pitiful the other nations' Soul Tool research was.
They could not even develop low-grade support Soul Tools like these themselves, so they could only treasure the most basic melee and Ranged Soul Guidance Tools. Those things were already antiques in the Sun Moon Empire, fit to gather dust in museums.
A high-grade Milk Bottle?
Then what did that make the Ninth-Level Milk Bottle my teacher installed in my Mecha?
A super Milk Bottle?
Amid the auctioneer's