Wild laughter echoed in the auction hall, brightening the hall's aura. The place was rowdy with hooting and laughter, except for one place—the Flame Valley's private box.
In the background, they could hear the sound of furniture breaking, someone spluttering in disbelief, and outraged shouting.
Many warriors present could imagine the faces of the four Flame Valley members at that moment, and it just made them laugh harder.
The laughter died down soon enough, and the warriors began to speculate and discuss thoughtfully.
"Who on earth is this white-haired young man? He must have known how many cultivation resources the Flame Valley had brought with them today. But how did he find out?" some of them asked.
"Yes, his last bid was indeed seven hundred and twelve zones of cultivation resources, so he must have known..."
Meanwhile, inside one of the secret rooms in the castle were Edie and the Thousand-hand Emperor.
"Edie, it might be a coincidence, but the information in Kenney's hand is more accurate than that we have. Could he be a descendant of someone from our Wind Mountain Alliance?" asked the Thousand-hand Emperor.
"I don't think so, and I don't think his real name is Kenney. I only befriended him because I felt that he was extraordinary. Apart from that, I know nothing about him," said Edie. "However, I didn't expect him to possess such information. It seems that I have underestimated him."
While they were conversing, Ricky and his companions were cheerfully celebrating.
"Flame Valley, you're not qualified to play with me!" Ricky sneered, unseen by anyone outside of their private box.
"I can imagine their expressions at the moment," said Tina, giggling in amusement. "And I can also imagine how desperately they want to take revenge on you for this."
"Yeah! Ha-ha! And they are likely confused about how Ricky knew the maximum amount of cultivation resources that they could spend," Amelia chimed in, laughing all the while.
"You bastard, tell me your name if you have the guts!" Fitch roared angrily all of a sudden.
"Fitch, you can ask for it politely if you want to know my name so much. I won't refuse to tell you. Now, listen carefully. My name is Kenney," Ricky said in a flat tone upon hearing Fitch's roar.
"So, his name is Kenney..."
The other warriors present were listening too, and of course, they automatically took note of his name as well.
At this point, the auctioneer took out the second auction item in the finale group.
This item was placed in a zone box. It looked about half a meter in length, but its real length was longer than that.
Everyone let out admiring murmurs, as the box was opened to reveal a white tusk with a crescent shape.
"It's a tusk!" Seeing this, all the warriors were slightly shocked.
Among all the three finale auction items in the auction, the Wind-Mountain Alliance had only revealed the Chaotic Sword Intent Herb, while the other two auction items had been kept secret until this moment when the tusk was shown.
Immediately, all the warriors began to guess what kind of treasure it was. Since it was brought out as one of the finale auction items, it must be extraordinary.
Ricky didn't hesitate to activate his Golden Spirit Eyes to observe it.
With the help of his special eyes, he saw a white tusk that was as long as a hundred meters and as thick as a giant tree.
Majestic power was contained in the body of the tusk, which was full of vital energy.
'What kind of creature's tusk is this?' Ricky whispered in shock secretly.
Seeing the blank and wondering faces in the crowd, the auctioneer finally revealed what it was. "You're right, everybody. It's a tusk. According to the saints of our Wind-Mountain Alliance, it might be the tusk of a mammoth in ancient times!"
"What? Did I hear it wrong? Is that really a mammoth's tusk from the ancient times?" Immediately, the whole hall was in an uproar again.
"And the ancient mammoth who left this tusk must have been a demi-saint when it was alive. I don't think I need to explain to you how tremendous the power in it could be," the auctioneer continued.
"Besides, this tusk is definitely a perfect material to make Sage Level weapons.
We, the Wind-Mountain Alliance, have obtained two such tusks. We will keep one for ourselves, while we decided to offer this one for the auction. If you doubt whether this tusk is genuine or fake, I can only say that we dare not cheat you.
Moreover, you all know the Wind-Mountain Alliance's reputation in the endless mountain. Our credibility is flawless."
After this speech, the auctioneer began to wait for the first bidder.
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