Chapter 280: He Had Foreseen It All Along?！

One million three hundred thousand!!!

The livestream chat and the audience finally snapped to attention after Shuten Douji let out a roar.

Now this guy's expression is terrifyingly feral.

He has already made his decision—

No matter the cost, that arm must be taken!

As for that clueless human…

Kill him!

He must be torn to pieces, dipped in mustard and eaten raw, to soothe the hatred in my heart!

The whole venue held its breath.

Everyone's gaze once again focused on Su Ming.

In the corner, Shen Dai Qianhe clutched the demon blade tightly, his palms slick with sweat.

Still want to go along?

For a severed arm you can't even use, and to clash head‑to‑head with an imperial‑grade great demon whose eyes are already blood‑shot?

This lunatic… can't he really be this stubborn?

Heh.

After a long silence, the man in the center spot suddenly laughed.

He laughed scornfully, with a hint of…

a look of pity for the fool.

One million three hundred thousand?

That's seriously overpriced, bro.

That's what happens when you run into a gullible big dupe like Shuten Douji.

Add more on top?

Then that's just pure brain‑stem deficiency!

Moreover, although Ghost Hands is fierce, its brutal demonic aura doesn't mesh with my own system.

Finding it cheap is naturally good.

Can't find it?

That disgusting old ghost is actually pretty nice!

He's rich, but he's not a spending kid.

And…

Su Ming glanced at the corner of the Dimensional Reduction Warehouse, at that rust‑spotted little thing, a sly glint flashing in his eyes.

Snatch it forcefully?

That's something only a brute would do.

The most elite hunters…

usually appear in the form of prey.

Tsk tsk tsk.

Su Ming shook his head, his face full of waning interest.

One million three hundred thousand…

Fine then.

Since you want that rotten pig's trotter so badly that you're even willing to dip into your pension.

Then I'll be magnanimous and give it to you.

After all, I'm not a devil; we Dragon Nation folk value respecting the elderly and caring for the young.

Phew—!

As Su Ming's words fell, the tension that had been about to snap instantly eased.

Even though the remark was deadly poisonous, dripping with sarcasm.

But the meaning was clear—

This man, he's backing down!

He gave up!

Hmph!

In the front row, Shuten Douji froze for half a second, exhaling two thick plumes of white breath from his nostrils.

The item was obtained.

But the price…

Makes his liver tremble!

His heart is bleeding!

Most crucially, this feeling of being handed off like a beggar being given alms…

Makes him very upset!

On stage, Zuo Jin began the countdown.

"One million three hundred thousand points, first time!"

"One million three hundred thousand points, second time!"

The audience collectively shook their heads.

The dust settled.

This sky‑price Ghost Hands ultimately still belongs to that old ghost.

Zuo Jin raised the auction hammer in his hand, greed flashing in his eyes as if it might overflow.

"One million three hundred thousand points, third…"

Just as the hammer was about to fall.

"Hold on."

Just two simple words.

The whole venue fell silent instantly, the temperature dropping sharply to freezing.

The one who spoke up wasn't anyone else.

It was Su Ming!

"You're looking for death?!"

Shuten Douji whirled around abruptly, a burst of demonic aura exploding around him.

Not over yet, huh?!

This kid, I will finish him!

"Don't be so angry, I'm not going to snatch your precious lump."

Su Ming waved his hand, his face looking harmless.

He leisurely pointed at the large container on the stage.

"The thing you bought is indeed a good item."

"But it's also a bottomless pit."

"Are you sure this old arm and leg can control it?"

"Don't later attach it and, instead of becoming a Kirin arm, have it drain all your demonic power—then on this Yomi road there'll be another corpse."

His words hung in the air.

All the great demons in the audience stared at each other.

Even Yu Zao Qian, who had been watching the show from the side, froze for a moment, deep in thought.

They had naturally heard about Cimu Bamboo Tiles.

He is the embodiment of power and also a synonym for rampage!

Strong is strong, but truly hard to control!

Once out of control, it's like a nuclear bomb ready to explode at any moment!

Shuten Douji's eyes flickered, his heart thudding.

His original plan was, after acquiring it, to mobilize the Ju clan's power to slowly seal and train it.

But this human kid now publicly pierced it…

"Hmph! Stop making alarmist statements here!"

Shuten Douji let out a cold snort.

"I, the Great Lord, am the King of Hundred Ghosts, naturally have a way to suppress it; I don't need a human like you to worry about it!"

"Is that so?"

Su Ming shrugged his shoulders, a playful expression on his face.

Speaking that, under everyone's gaze, he flicked his wrist.

A palm‑sized, rust‑spotted iron piece materialized out of thin air.

"It seemed we spent tens of thousands of points and got this junk."

Su Ming toyed with the iron piece, leisurely standing up.

"I originally thought it was just scrap metal for a table leg."

"But now look…"

He said as he walked toward the huge container.

Shuten Douji and the others tensed, demonic energy surging beneath the surface, ready to strike at any moment.

What is this human trying to do?!

However.

Boom—!

As Su Ming approached, the Cimu's Arm that had been indiscriminately releasing murderous aura inside the container, smashing glass, raging like a mad dog…

Suddenly stopped?!

Then immediately.

The countless ferocious Ghost Eyes on that arm all opened together!

No longer violent.

But yearning!

It is greed!

Like a lost child seeing its father, and like a raging beast spotting its one and only collar!

"This…"

The whole audience was shocked, their eyeballs shattered to the floor.

What the hell is going on?!

A scrap piece of iron could trigger a Quasi‑Myth level arm severance and cause such a huge reaction?!

"This… this is…"

Shuten Douji's pupils dilated dramatically, his breathing instantly becoming as heavy as a bull's.

As a former companion, he seems to have understood!

The reason we didn't notice earlier is that this piece of iron looks so shabby that Zuo Jin didn't mention it in the introduction!

But now, as the two draw near…

That resonance emanating from deep within the bloodline is something that cannot be deceived!

That is Cimu's most primal aura!

"This thing, is it from Rashomon?"

Shuten Douji's voice became hoarse, and his gaze toward Su Ming changed completely.

It is no longer the contemptuous look at ants that it was before.

But rather an examination.

Weighty.

Even…

It now bears a trace of reverence!

Coincidence?

No!

Impossible!

Earlier, that human kid spent tens of thousands of points to acquire this unwanted scrap iron.

That shows he knew from the start that this thing was not simple!

Moreover, he had already foreseen that Cimu's Arm would appear later?!

How could that be possible?

Colluded to set a trap for him?

No way!

Could it be possible…

This human possesses the terrifying authority to see through Karma, even to foresee the future?!

If that were true…

Hiss?!