CHAPTER 540 LET'S VENTURE FIVE MILLION GOLD COINS ON IT

Ricky's answer left the disciples stunned in silence. With their mouths agape, they stood still as they

couldn't peel their eyes off him. For a moment, time was on a pause, and everybody couldn't find the

words to say anything out of pure astonishment. But as all of them tried to compose themselves, Ricky

stood with pride as he relished the stupefied reactions of the disciples.

As a matter of fact, some of the disciples understood the reason behind Ricky's actions. After all, he

was not the kind of person who would spend his time meandering on useless stuff, and the Weapon

Casting Department was no place for such entertainment or leisure. However, when they personally

heard that Ricky had the ability to cast weapons, most of them refused to believe it.

"You've got to be kidding me. On top of being an ace genius, he is also capable of casting weapons?

What kind of a monster is he? At this rate, nobody can beat him in the future anymore," one of the

disciples blurted in hushed tones.

The female disciples, however, stared at Ricky with admiration and desire. The fact that he was a

casting master, was added on the list of the things he could definitely do. And with this, his charm had

just been added a few points in the ladies' eyes. They believed that many warriors could be noted as

geniuses, but only a few of them could be as versatile as Ricky.

"Ha-ha, it seems that our ace genius is not only talented in terms of martial arts, but he's also well-

versed in making jokes!" A familiar voice barged in the Weapon Casting Department and broke the

dumbfounded stillness.

The disciples then brought their attention to the direction of the speaker's voice, including Ricky.

Walking out of the department was Hardy, with a group of people trailing behind him. A smug look was

plastered on his face. On top of this, he was obviously pleased with the insult that he just gave Ricky.

'Ah, Hardy. No wonder the voice sounds familiar.' Ricky narrowed his eyes and studied Hardy. He

started to have a hunch that his visit to the Weapon Casting Department would not sail as smoothly as

he intended.

As soon as the people recognized Hardy and his men, the crowd parted into two to make way for them.

They all knew that Hardy was here for Ricky. Being aware of their capabilities, the other disciples

distanced themselves from them. They knew better than to offend these warriors.

"Jokes? Do you really think I'm kidding about my weapon casting skills? Why don't we have at it at a

fair competition then, so you can witness my expertise firsthand? Only then will you realize that I'm not

joking," Ricky provoked with a sneer, his ferocious gaze never left Hardy.

"Good. How about a competition of pill refining?" Taken aback by Ricky's confidence, Hardy sounded

unsure and apprehensive.

"Pill refining? Now you are the one joking with me, aren't you? I think we were talking about weapon

casting, dude," Ricky protested, his eyes filled with scorn.

Hardy bit his lip as he was bombarded with Ricky's sharp questions. For a while, he was dumbstruck

as his mouth failed to utter any words.

As the two of them were having a heated discussion and were both ready to pounce at each other at

any moment, a young man stealthily appeared behind Hardy. His facial features were wicked, and had

this sly look in his eyes that could never be trusted. He sneaked behind Tina and ogled at her

lasciviously. The moment he laid eyes on this beautiful woman, he had completely forgotten the tense

situation they were in. He plucked at Tina's dress and lustfully mentioned, "Nice to meet you, bird. May

I have your name?"

"Don't you dare touch her!" Before this lewd person could even make a move on Tina, a loud voice

boomed with rage. A flaming punch broke out and dashed towards him. Everything went too fast for

him to comprehend what had happened—Ricky had attacked him without even holding back.

He knew it best not to start a fight in the college rashly, but something came over him that he wasn't

able to control. All he knew was that any other man who made an advance to Tina made his blood boil,

and that the man started to become an eyesore to him. So as soon as he saw that man make sexual

advances at her, he almost decimated the man.

To make matters worse, he even activated the Scud Movement Skill and rushed to the man, as if a

regular punch was not enough for him to express his irritation.

Ricky's blazing fist was just almost an inch away from breaking the man's nose the moment the man

realized the danger of his actions. His eyes widened in discernment as he mustered his strength to

fight back, but it was all too quick for him to comprehend. The Scud Movement Skill, on the other hand,

was so powerful that it could make Ricky gain the speed of a third-class middle spiritual king.

The vile man was hardly a match for Ricky. After all, he was merely a lower spiritual king of the peak

level.

All he could do now was fold his arms in front of his face, and try his best to resist the attack from the

jealous man.

But he couldn't protect himself beyond that for his fate was already sealed. With a loud thud, the man

was thrown onto the floor forcibly in the bursting light of the clash. His sleeves were then burned into

ashes, revealing some signs of scorching on both of his arms.

"Arghhhhhh!" It was not until the man stopped thrashing around that he got the strength to scream in

agony.

He gave a long piercing cry, but Tina chose to ignore it. She could feel her heartbeat thundering, and a

stream of warmth poured over her as she realized that Ricky did all this to protect her. She didn't mind

whether there was any affection involved; his action alone was enough to make her feel like she was

the happiest woman in the world.

"Victor!" Hardy finally called out when he came back to his senses. As he was shaking himself of the

shock, he quickly ran to the man's side and examined him with worry. Everything happened so fast that

he couldn't even react in time to help his man.

As harrowing as this scene was, all the disciples who witnessed Ricky's rage were left feeling stunned

and intimidated. For a moment during his attack, they all felt Ricky's murderous intent, which made

them have sleepless nights for days on end.

'It seems that this woman is precious to Ricky. We should watch our tongue and never offend her in the

future, at least not before we are as strong as that ace genius, ' most disciples thought.

"You! You will die for this!" Victor Jiang seethed as he stood up from the attack. Driven by the pain in

his arms, the fury, and the sense of shame, he rose to his feet with the last bit of his strength, as he

wanted a piece of redemption from what Ricky did to him.

But Hardy stopped him just as he was about to pounce on Ricky.

"What? You want to kill me now, huh? You are not really thinking straight, are you?" Ricky mocked and

smirked as he knew that Victor Jiang would not yield.

Initially, Ricky had no plans to offend the Jiang Clan. After all, their family was prominent and huge,

filled with demi-spiritual emperors and was known for its influence in the pill refining field. But since it

took the Luxurious Chamber of Commerce's side, it became Ricky's enemy, and Ricky couldn't care

any less. Also, now that one of them laid a finger on someone he cared deeply about, he was not to

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Hardy gave Victor Jiang a meaningful look and whispered something in his ear to persuade him. In the

end, Victor Jiang relented and decided to withdraw his assault. Overflowed with distaste and loathing,

Victor Jiang spat at Ricky, "I might not be able to kill you, but many other warriors out there can. Don't

let it all go to your head, asshole," he threatened.

"You don't get to tell me what I can and cannot do. I was born to be this arrogant, and I wonder what

you can do about it," Ricky sniffed, as he inched closer to the man to taunt him further.

"You did mention a competition of weapon casting earlier. Why don't we have a go at it?" Victor Jiang

challenged loudly for everyone to hear, but his fists were clenched, and his nails were dug into his

palms, which almost made them bleed.

Hardy cruelly smirked towards Ricky and slurred, "Isn't that what you wanted, ace genius? I don't know

much about weapon casting, but my cousin does. And he would gladly take you down on my behalf.

Plus, I'm sure that you will find him a worthy opponent."

"Really? Did you just say weapon casting?" Ricky cajoled. He had to admit that he was initially

surprised that it was Victor Jiang who volunteered, but his assured smile immediately came back as he

maintained his composure.

He was actually laughing in his head. 'It's the money that finds me now, ' he thought to himself.

He had every reason to act smug and confident in this competition like he had already won. On top of

that, he knew that Victor Jiang was not a casting master of Spirit Level, and would hardly stand a

chance to beat him when it came to casting weapons.

While all of this commotion was happening, two pairs of eyes were watching Ricky from somewhere

high at the back of the Weapon Casting Department. One of them was an old man in black, and the

other a young woman dressed in white.

The man clad in black clothes looked kind and good-natured, but there was a sense of seriousness

behind his gaze. On the other hand, the young woman beside him exuded a peaceful and tranquil aura,

like a flower growing in the silt but not imbued.

"Sir, I remember that the Heavenly Ape Demi-spiritual Emperor has once asked you to help Ricky in

time of need, am I right?" the woman inquired, her voice soft and soothing.

"Yes, he did. But now it seems that our ace genius doesn't need an old man's help at all. Don't worry, I

heard that he has mastered the runic powers. It's a good chance for us to see how well he could

control the powers, and whether he truly has the talent in casting." The old man smiled kindly.

"Did you actually mean a competition of weapon casting?" Ricky asked again, stressing every syllable

before Victor Jiang answered him.

"Did you hear him? He can't be serious! Victor's brother is Jaxon, the famous casting master of Demi-

spirit Level. He is the best in his field, and only a fool would dare try to challenge them. Few people

could match him when it comes to weapon casting! He may be talented but this Ricky is way over his

head!" Whispers from the disciples could be heard once again.

"Well, is it possible that Ricky's also a casting master of Demi-spirit Level? If so, that would make it a

fair battle," another one of the disciples reasoned out.

"Whatever it is, we will know soon enough." After a round of discussion, all the disciples held their

breath and watched how things were going to unfold.

"You heard me right. Are you deaf or what? Don't tell me you don't have the guts," Victor Jiang goaded

on Ricky, his voice heavy.

He had to admit that he was no match for Ricky in terms of martial arts, but if it were casting skills they

were talking about, he thought that he could easily overpower Ricky without even breaking a sweat. He

could put Ricky to rot with his casting skills and humiliate this so-called ace genius in public, especially

in front of that beauty in red, who Ricky kept off of him.

"Alas!" Ricky exclaimed as he shook his head at Victor Jiang's words.

"What? Do you have any plans on retreating?" Victor Jiang was much too complacent in this upcoming

match. He stood tall when he heard Ricky sigh.

"No, you misunderstood me. I actually feel sorry for you. I hate to say it, but you will lose most badly if

you accept my challenge. You're just going to make a fool of yourself, dude," Ricky nonchalantly

mentioned, pretending like he really cared about Victor Jiang's reputation.

"You arrogant bastard!" Hardy was filled with disdain but he did his best to contain his anger, as he

carefully tried not to start another unnecessary fight.

"You will eventually know whether I'm talking wildly or simply telling the truth. But it's a bit boring to

compete for nothing, don't you think? How about we add some spice to the game?" Ricky suggested

coolly.

"What are you playing at?" Hardy seethed.

"Let's see. How about we bet on the game? It won't be much. We are mates from the same college,

after all. Let's do it just for fun. How about we wager five million gold coins? But it would still depend on

you guys," Ricky urged casually.