Chapter 9

Everyone in the crowd was momentarily speechless at Lin Ming's victory.

Who would have thought that Wang Yigao would lose, and so overwhelmingly?

Amidst the silence, Lin Ming asked, "Is there anyone with any water?"

Immediately, a voice from the audience broke the silence and replied, "I have something!"

Followed by that, a canteen was thrown in Lin Ming's direction.

Due to a large number of people in the crowd, it was difficult to determine the exact position and identity of the thrower.

Still, perhaps that was what the person wanted.

"Thank you," Lin Ming thanked as he received the canteen.

In that, he slowly approached Wang Yigao, who had flown a few meters after he hit him on the chin.

The subordinates, upon noticing him, began to question in panic...

"Hey! What do you think you're doing?"

"The duel is over!"

"If you dare to do anything to young master..."

Lin Ming shook his head relaxedly, "That the duel is over? No, he hasn't done it yet."

Upon hearing his words, a young man among the quintet said, "What do you mean? Just look at the young master. The duel is over!"

Lin Ming arrived in front of Wang Yigao and added, "I have to receive my eight hundred gold Liangs."

Without waiting for a reply, Lin Ming threw all the water in the canteen in Wang Yigao's face.

"Wait..." One of them tried to stop him but stopped at the end of the sentence.

What else could he say? The deed was already done.

"Awk... Cough... Cough," Wang Yigao gasped for air and coughed loudly.

Then his eyes opened with difficulty.

His vision gradually became clearer.

Then, in a leisurely manner, he began to recall all the recent events as he rose from the ground.

As he finished, a sense of fury and hatred never felt before surged through him.

"Since you're awake, pay me."

Without giving him time to calm down, Lin Ming reached out his hand and demanded.

Lin Ming would not try to be polite.

With the recent events, it is reasonable to say that Wang Yigao would return for revenge.

Of course, Lin Ming would be prepared for it.

"Fuck you!" Wang Yigao cursed with a twisted expression.

However, at those words, the crowd was not silent!

"Wang Yigao, weren't you boasting that that amount of money was nothing?"

"In a martial arts duel, what is agreed upon must be fulfilled - give him the 800 Liangs!"

"With that mouth, you kiss your mother?"

Wang Yigao clenched his fists so tightly that they turned white.

Nevertheless, Wang Yigao kept silent.

Subsequently, he pulled from his pocket a bag that caused slight clinking noises as it moved and threw it forcefully into the distance.

"There it is!"

Lin Ming smiled, he took a few quick steps, reached out, and grabbed it.

Seeing it, Wang Yigao felt something twist in his throat.

"Spoot."

Wang Yigao immediately spat out a mouthful of blood.

'Wait, is that possible?'

Lin Ming mused jocularly.

The cruel crowd, matching his thoughts, once again mocked Wang Yigao...

"Ohh, is he that angry?"

"Look at him. All arrogant when he wins, but not broad-hearted enough to accept his loss."

Lin Ming chuckled softly as he watched the chaos forming.

On the other hand, Wang Yigao trembled with rage.

Without further ado, Lin Ming began to count the bills one by one, "Twenty, thirty..."

Such an action heightened the humiliation.

Wang Yigao felt that he would vomit blood again if he continued to watch, so he averted his gaze and ignored what was going on around him.

... He had already lost too much face.

When he finished counting, Lin Ming said, "It's complete. Thank you for your patronage."

Wang Yigao did not reply.

Simply he turned around with his head down and departed away from the location where the annual martial arts fair would take place.

Behind him, his subordinates followed uncomfortably; they walked as if on coals.

With the show over, people began to disperse.

However, some stayed longer and congratulated Lin Ming on his victory.

To which Lin Ming nodded with a smile.

"Brother Ming... You won!"

Lin Xiaodong, who had been processing everything that had happened until now, expressed excitedly.

Because of this, his eyes that were initially small almost disappeared.

"That's right, I did," Lin Ming declared without attaching much importance to the matter.

"However, you sure are fearsome, Brother Ming. I never saw you as such a character."

"Nothing to be proud of," Lin Ming honestly expressed his thoughts on the duel.

"Hm... You're right, Brother Ming!" Lin Xiaodong recalled the ease with which Lin Ming defeated Wang Yigao and nodded happily.

"Well, let's leave that matter in the past, where it belongs. Rather, let's go to the fair."

"Oh, right, the fair!" A tinge of anticipation covered Lin Xiaodong's voice.

He almost forgot why they were initially here with all the recent events.

...

Lin Ming and Lin Xiaodong soon arrived at the entrance to the fair.

From there, they could see a wide variety of products on display.

Suddenly, there was a disturbance in the bustling crowd.

'She is here.'

Lin Ming turned his head to look and, as he expected, found a luxurious white carriage pulled by Draconic Snow Horses arriving at the entrance of the fair.

These horses possess great speed and endurance. One of them could fetch the price of ten thousand gold Liangs.

The carriage had a crest depicting a knight with a golden lance. Which meant that it belonged to Marshal Quarters.

And when talking about the Marshal Quarters, one would talk about Marshal Qin Xiao.

The military organizational structure of the kingdom was divided from lowest to highest into the captain, major, colonel, general, and finally Marshal.

In addition to being the highest status, this last position was also held by only one person in the entire kingdom.

This was not ruled by law, but because Marshal Qin Xiao was the only one worthy of being!

Inside the carriage was the granddaughter of Marshal Qin Xiao, Qin Xingxuan.

Leaving Qin Xingxuan's background because of her grandfather, only her sixth-grade talent made her a unique being in the Sky Fortune Kingdom!

In the Sky Fortune Kingdom, half of its citizens have no martial talent to speak of and were not prepared to walk the path of martial arts.

As for the other half, at least eighty percent of them have a first-degree martial talent. Even if these people practiced martial arts, they would not get anywhere.

One in ten of the remaining people have a ninety percent chance of having second-degree martial talent. However, becoming a martial arts master would be nearly impossible for them.

As such, one could say that Lin Ming's third-degree martial talent could be considered a high-class existence. If one were to be boastful, one could claim that he is the cream of the crop.

So, how scary would this girl be? Hard to say. Not to mention that she not only focused on martial arts, but she was also an Inscription Master!

An Inscription Master can use various ingredients to engrave arrangements and symbols on weapons, thus applying slight enhancements.

At least as far as Sky Pill Continent skills are concerned.

In their totality, they could increase the level of equipment; they could also increase the potency of drugs. In addition, one could engrave one's own body to improve cultivation speed!

More importantly, selling the inscriptions would generate a huge monetary profit! Of course, to make it happen this required a high level of talent and strong soul strength.

With all, being an inscription master was the reason Lin Ming decided to attend the fair. He needed resources, and this was an excellent way to get them.

Now, to the exception of talent, only the ingredient costs would be enormous.

But with the memories about this profession from the soul fragment he had already absorbed with the passive skill: Parallel Thinking while concentrating on the training of 'Chaotic Virtues Combat Meridians' during the last few days, this could be solved!