Talented Martial Hero novel Chapter 176

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.

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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.

"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.