I, a spoiled young master, conquered the Crown Princess right from the start!

Swish!

Chu Feng turned around abruptly and saw a young man in a brocade robe, with an arrogant demeanor, walking in with a young woman in his arms, seemingly oblivious to everyone else.

The young man's gaze fell on Chu Feng, filled with undisguised sarcasm, even though his cultivation had reached the third rank of martial artist.

"Where did this stray dog ​​come from, barking like that?"

Chu Feng snorted coldly and said, "Leng Yue, throw him out."

"Chu Feng, you..." The young man's expression changed drastically. Just as he was about to say something, Leng Yue appeared in front of him like a ghost, grabbed his collar, and casually threw him out of the gate of Yanyu Pavilion like a chick.

The young woman being embraced was completely stunned. After regaining her senses, she screamed and ran after him, calling out, "Young Master Xu! Young Master Xu!!"

Chu Feng then said to the stunned shop assistant, "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and pack up those cultivation resources!"

The shop assistant snapped out of her daze and looked at Chu Feng hesitantly: "Young Master, are you sure you want it all? All the cultivation resources on this floor combined would probably cost at least ten million taels of silver!"

"Ten million?!"

Chu Feng's expression changed. He only had a few hundred thousand taels of silver on him. His gaze involuntarily turned to Leng Yue, but before he could speak,

Leng Yue brandished the dagger in her hand: "This is all I have."

Chu Feng immediately looked helpless and said to the shop assistant, "I didn't bring enough money today. Please hold these for me, I'll come back to buy them tomorrow!"

"Okay!" the clerk replied.

"By the way," Chu Feng continued, "what's this about the arena on the second floor?"

The shop assistant immediately began to explain: "Young master, the arena is for martial arts duels. Our Misty Rain Pavilion has trained and recruited a large number of battle slaves who will fight to the death in the arena."

"Guests can place bets on who will win, and the winner will receive payouts according to the odds. Of course, guests can also personally challenge our war slaves to a duel; if they win, they will also receive a reward!"

"Isn't this just like the underground boxing matches in my previous life?" Chu Feng muttered to himself, then led Leng Yue upstairs.

In the center of this second-floor arena is a huge sunken ring, surrounded by transparent barriers, seemingly to isolate the impact of battle.

The stands were packed with spectators, and the noise was deafening.

On the arena, a brutal battle had just ended.

A slave's head was smashed open by his opponent, blood splattering and staining the arena red.

A deafening cheer erupted from the audience, while others cursed in frustration, clearly having made the wrong bet.

"Next up! Please welcome our defending champion with a fifty-game winning streak—Lei Zhan!" the host shouted at the top of his lungs.

A man with an exceptionally robust physique and muscles as bulging as a lion stepped onto the arena, exuding the aura of a sixth-rank martial artist that was both violent and ferocious.

"And him! Our newly recruited war slave—Big Tiger!" As soon as the host finished speaking, another person slowly walked onto the stage.

This man was also robust, with dark skin and an honest face, yet his cultivation level was only that of a fifth-grade martial artist.

"A fifth-rank official fighting a sixth-rank official? Is this insane?" The audience erupted in uproar.

The host's voice rang out again: "Lei Zhan's odds are 50 to 1, and Da Hu's odds are 5 to 1! Everyone, you can place your bets now!"

Before he finished speaking, a betting frenzy immediately erupted in the audience, with the vast majority of people placing their chips on Lei Zhan, who had won fifty consecutive games.

After all, his cultivation level was one grade higher, and he had won so many matches in a row, so his chances of winning were obvious.

As for Da Hu, very few people placed bets.

At this moment, Chu Feng walked to the betting area and pushed all the remaining tens of thousands of taels of silver he had on him over: "I bet on Big Tiger to win!"

Instantly, everyone around was stunned.

"Has this guy gone mad? Betting so much money on a fifth-rank battle slave?"

"Shh! Keep your voice down, that's the Prince of Zhenbei!"

"Hiss—The Prince of Zhenbei?"

Once Chu Feng's identity was revealed, the previously noisy crowd instantly fell silent, their gazes towards him filled with awe.

After placing his bet, Chu Feng walked straight to the side and sat down, wondering to himself, "Demoness, are you sure that idiot can win? This is all my savings!"

"Don't worry, little brother!"

The enchantress's slightly mocking voice echoed in my mind.

The reason Chu Feng bet on Da Hu was entirely because of what Yao Ji said.

Soon, the competition officially began.

Lei Zhan looked at Da Hu arrogantly: "Useless trash, just kill yourself, don't dirty my hands."

Da Hu was not angry; he simply clenched his fists and said in a deep voice, "Please enlighten me!"

"You're asking for death!" Lei Zhan roared, taking a sudden step forward. His right fist, like a lion unleashed from its cage, slammed into the tiger with a whooshing sound. The wind from the punch howled, causing the tiger's clothes to flutter wildly.

Da Hu took a deep breath, his muscles tensed, and a strange power surged within him. He also threw a punch.

Bang!

The two fists, each the size of a clay pot, collided violently, producing a dull, loud thud.

Just when everyone thought that Da Hu's head would be smashed open with a single punch, an astonishing scene unfolded.

Lei Zhan's eyes widened suddenly, and his body flew backward uncontrollably, crashing heavily onto the arena barrier like a broken sack. He then collapsed to the ground, vomiting blood violently, and died instantly.

The entire room fell silent.

Silence reigned.

Everyone was stunned.

A fifth-rank martial artist can kill a sixth-rank martial artist with a single punch?

How is that possible!

"Did they really win?" Chu Feng asked in shock.

"I knew it," the enchantress's voice carried a hint of satisfaction, "This tiger has an extraordinary physique and enormous potential. Find a way to get your hands on him; he'll definitely be a great asset to you in the future."

The ringmaster snapped out of his daze and announced Da Hu's victory. The audience erupted in cheers.

"It's a cover-up! It's definitely a cover-up!"

"How could a fifth-rank official possibly defeat a sixth-rank official! I don't believe it!"

Countless gamblers who had bet on Lei Zhan shouted at the top of their lungs, and the scene became chaotic.

The host forcefully suppressed the commotion and said loudly, "Ladies and gentlemen! Does the reputation of my Misty Rain Pavilion need any doubt?"

Upon hearing this, the complaints from the crowd subsided considerably.

After all, the credibility of Yanyu Pavilion is undeniable; otherwise, so many people wouldn't be placing bets.

At this moment, Chu Feng looked at the host and asked, "Are you selling these war slaves?"

The host looked at Da Hu and said with a smile, "Young master, our Misty Rain Pavilion's battle slaves can be bought and sold. However, those with Da Hu's strength will be priced higher, at 500,000 taels of silver."

"Okay!" Chu Feng readily agreed. He had just won quite a bit from betting, which was just enough.

Just then, a clear and arrogant voice rang out: "I'll offer one million taels of silver. This young master wants this war slave."

Swish!

A young man, dressed in pristine white and carrying a folding fan, walked over, surrounded by a group of attendants.

"Isn't that Shen Yufeng, the young master of the Duke of Shen's mansion!" someone exclaimed.

Shen Yufeng is the young master of the Shen State Duke's Mansion, one of the four great dukes of the current Great Qian Dynasty. At a young age, he is already a fifth-rank martial artist and is a leader among the younger generation in the capital.

He walked up to Chu Feng, his gaze sweeping over him with a gentle smile: "Young Master Chu, I've also taken a liking to this war slave. I apologize."

Chu Feng wasn't angry; he shrugged and said, "Your price is higher than mine, so there's nothing to apologize for."

Shen Yufeng was stunned. He didn't expect Chu Feng to give up so easily this time. After all, in the past, this boy would fight to the death for anything he set his sights on.

"Looks like this kid knows the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion is doomed, that's why he chickened out," Shen Yufeng thought to himself, a mocking smile playing on his lips. He then ordered his men, "Bring the money."

The attendant immediately stepped forward and took out a pile of silver notes.

"Young master, this war slave is now yours."

The people from Yanyu Pavilion immediately brought Da Hu to Shen Yufeng.

"Hmm, not bad."

Shen Yufeng nodded in satisfaction and was about to take Da Hu away.

"Wait a moment!"

At this moment, Chu Feng suddenly spoke, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching everyone's ears, "I want this person!"

Shen Yufeng paused, turned around, and looked at Chu Feng with icy eyes: "Young Master Chu, what do you mean?"

Chu Feng grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth: "It's nothing. Since you've paid, I'll take this person with me."

Shen Yufeng's face instantly darkened, and he said in a chilling tone, "Chu Feng, are you trying to rob me outright?"

"That's right."

Chu Feng nodded seriously, "It's blatant robbery."