CHAPTER 176 A PAIR OF BRONZE BRACERS

By the end of the tenth battle, Darren had broken the record in the Prison Battle Arena.

After collecting his reward of eight million ink stones, he took Bruce out of the Prison Battle Arena and

settled in a nearby inn to prepare for the following day's auction.

Along the way to the inn, Bruce looked extremely frightened and would occasionally groan in pain.

It wasn't until they reached the inn that Darren noticed that Bruce's back was studded with steel spikes.

Runes were flickering on the spikes. There was no doubt that it was done to him by the Wei family.

Darren channeled his Spirit Power and pulled out the spikes. After the removal, Bruce passed out and

Darren took the opportunity to heal his injuries.

The night passed quickly.

Darren discovered that Bruce's injuries were almost completely healed.

Bruce seemed to have a remarkable ability to self-repair and self-heal at will.

Bruce's eyes flew open, darting towards Darren like dark eagle eyes.

"Relax, buddy." Darren tried to calm him down.

Seeing Darren, Bruce jumped up on his feet and leaned against the wall. His face was hidden under

his unruly hair, and he couldn't bear to look at Darren.

"You saved me from them. Thank you." After a moment, Bruce spoke with his timid voice.

"Don't mention it, buddy," Darren responded. "It was nothing. I just did what I had to do."

Bruce had never been treated kindly in his entire life, let alone be addressed as buddy. A sour but

warm feeling that he had never felt before surged through him.

He huddled up, as if he was lost in thought.

Moments later, he got down on his knees, gave Darren a deep bow and uttered, "Ma-master."

Darren ran over to him, picked him up, and said, "What are you doing, Bruce? We are friends now. You

don't have to call me Master. It would just make me think that you despise me."

Bruce's body froze as he heard Darren's sincere words.

When he raised his head, two streams of warm tears rolled down his cheeks.

"We are... friends," he murmured. He never knew what it was like to have a friend.

For as long as he could remember, what he had heard all his life was people calling him a bastard and

a brute. He had never heard anyone say so sincerely that he was their friend.

He could not speak clearly, but he knew very well that this young man was completely honest with him.

As a result, Bruce, who never shed tears when facing any amount of pain, cried for the first time in his

life.

...

After a brief chat with Bruce, Darren asked him to rest in the inn to completely regain his strength while

he himself went to the auction for the Primitive Stone.

On the upper floor of the Sky Pavilion was a very large auction house, and by the time Darren got

there, there were already more than 10, 000 people in the house, all well-dressed up. You could tell

they were either very wealthy or they belonged to known rich families.

There were many private rooms around the salesroom, reserved for big names who did not want to be

identified. Each room cost two hundred thousand ink stones, and only those with high social status

could get inside them.

Darren came here to bid for the Primitive Stone, which was worth a fortune. To avoid unnecessary

trouble, he asked for a private room.

After yesterday's battle, Darren had earned a reputation and it was relatively easier for him to get a

private room.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the floor is now officially open for bids," a beautiful lady announced from the

platform in the middle. "The grand finale is the Primitive Stone acquired by a young superior talent.

Surely, this is something you do not get to see on a regular day. Don't leave halfway."

It was customary at auction houses to leave the most valuable items for last.

"I've never been to an auction before. I should take a look at the other items. Maybe there's something

else I could use," Darren said to himself. He had plenty of time, so he was in no hurry.

"How may I help you, Sir?" At that moment, two young maids came into Darren's private room and

brought hot tea. The guests in the private room enjoyed unlimited service as if they were VIPs. exclusive content.

"No," Darren refused outright. "Please don't come in without asking first."

"Yes, Sir. We apologize. It won't happen again." The two maids then bowed their heads and obediently

left.

"Today's first item is a cold iron saber. This cold iron saber..."

When the first item was sent to the platform, the beautiful female host on the platform started to

introduce it, and then the audience would bid one after the other.

...

The first five items were either weapons or pills, which Darren had no interest in.

However, as soon as the sixth item was presented, it immediately caught Darren's attention.

A pair of bronze bracers were placed on the platform, they looked ordinary and even had some rusty

areas.

According to the introduction of the female host, this pair of bracers were nothing special, but they were

brought from the Raksa Sea by a superior talent, so it was put up for auction.

It was well known that the only people who could enter the Raksa Sea were superior talents in the top

100 on the Talent Roll. The items they brought back may be useless to themselves given how strong

they already were, but were extremely valuable to ordinary people.

Darren himself had never met a man in the top 100 on the Earth Chart of Talent Roll.

Darren's attention was drawn to these bronze bracers because he felt that they smelled similar to his

mask and armor, which no other ordinary person could feel.

"Well, the starting price for this pair of bracers is 20, 000 ink stones," the beautiful female host on the

platform announced to begin the bidding. "The highest bidder gets it."

"Hey, what the hell is that? How could that piece of scrap be worth 20, 000 ink stones?"

"20, 000 ink stones."

Just after the snide remark, someone began to bid.

"A bunch of idiots! They probably think those superior talents' farts are fragrant. It seems that people

are actually willing to take this rubbish!"

"30, 000 ink stones." A sound came from a private room. It was Darren who made the bid.

"50, 000 ink stones!"

"80, 000 ink stones!"

"100, 000 ink stones!"

...

"Eh?" Darren was surprised to hear that someone actually bid against him. He looked out of the

window and saw an old man in a gray robe.

"250, 000 ink stones!" Darren further increased his bid. A lot of the audience outside the private room

buzzed in bewilderment, laughing at the two bidders for being silly.

"500, 000 ink stones!" The gray-robed man doubled Darren's bid.

Darren carefully observed the old man and realized that he was actually a rule cultivator.

In the seats below, a young man next to the old man whispered, "Sir, how can this piece of junk be

worth 500, 000 ink stones? Just leave it to the fool upstairs."

"What do you know? This pair of bracers came from the Raksa Sea, and I feel a very strange smell of a

rule cultivator," explained the old man. "I'll pay 500, 000 ink stones just to have a look at it. But if the

guy upstairs bids any higher, it won't be worth it."

"I see." The young man seemed to understand it, but in his heart he did not think the bracers were

worth 500, 000 ink stones at all.

"550, 000 ink stones!" Darren bid even higher. He had made up his mind that even if the price reached

one million, he would still bid higher for it.

"Humph, bad luck! Let him have it." The gray-robed old man shook his head, thinking he was against a

competitive idiot from a rich family, so he simply gave up the bid.

"550, 000 ink stones, going once, going twice, going thrice. Congratulations to the distinguished guest

in private room No. 18 on getting this pair of bronze bracers," declared the beautiful female host on the

platform. She was overjoyed because she didn't expect that this piece of junk could amount to such a

high price.

Soon, several auction house staff members delivered the bracers to Darren's private room, and they

took 550, 000 ink stones from Darren's card, and then left.

After getting the bracers, Darren couldn't wait to try them on. He immediately activated his armor, and

put on the bronze mask.

Instantly, a piece of black runes shone in Darren's body, and then a strange atmosphere enveloped

him.

At the same time, Darren felt that his incomplete armor had enhanced its defense, as well as its

capability of improving its owner's cultivation base. It was enhanced many times more than he

expected!

'At which level could this armor be? With only two more bracers, its level has risen much more than I

expected! Could this suit of armor be at legendary level if it becomes complete one day?!' Darren

pondered out of surprise.