"BEEP! Copyright for *Flowing Cloud Swordsmanship* purchased. Payment successful."
"BEEP! Copyright for *Biological Force Field Analysis* purchased. Payment successful."
The two of them were like they were in a speed-clicking contest, frantically buying up everything in sight and treating Spirit Coins like they were worthless.
Everyone around was dumbfounded.
'Is this how the big shots compete?'
'They're literally just throwing money at each other!'
Just then, a cold snort suddenly rang out.
"Hmph, a couple of self-righteous fools."
The third-ranked person, a Free Martial Artist named Mo Ye who had been silent in the corner, slowly emerged from the shadows.
He carried a long saber wrapped in tattered cloth on his back, and his entire body radiated an Evil Qi that warned others to stay away.
Watching Ji Tianxing and Nalan Qing interact as if no one else existed, Mo Ye felt offended.
'I'm being completely ignored.'
