After everyone had come up, the grey-haired elder guarding the entrance to the third floor also followed along.
"This third floor — I shall be the one to cut open the Dark Crystals," the grey-haired elder announced.
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"Very well." In truth, the moment Chu Feng had arrived at the third floor, he understood why Song Yunfei had brought him here, and why that grey-haired elder had warned him.
The Dark Crystals on this third floor were not only far larger than those on the second, but their textures and patterns had also changed considerably.
In other words, simply observing them with the ordinary method used for lower-grade Dark Crystals would not allow one to accurately determine whether they contained Immortal Martial Stones.
Even so, Chu Feng accepted the challenge readily.
Subsequently, Chu Feng and Song Yunfei each selected a Dark Crystal. The two crystals they chose were similar in size — among the smaller ones available on the third floor.
Yet even at this level, such Dark Crystals carried a price of fifty thousand Immortal Martial Stones. This third floor of Dark Crystals was clearly not something ordinary people could afford to open.
"Have you two young friends made your selections?"
After they had chosen, the grey-haired elder asked.
"We have." Chu Feng and Song Yunfei nodded in unison.
Once both had spoken, the grey-haired elder rose into the air. A black blade appeared in his hand — though it differed from those wielded by the other elders. His blade could extend and retract, growing larger or smaller at will.
The grey-haired elder's technique was truly extraordinary. As the long blade swept through the air in his grasp, it was like a downpour of knives.
The dense curtain of blade energy descended upon both of Chu Feng's and Song Yunfei's Dark Crystals simultaneously.
And when the storm of blades subsided, every Dark Crystal the two had chosen had been completely stripped away, leaving behind nothing but Immortal Martial Stones.
Both Chu Feng and Song Yunfei's selections had yielded Immortal Martial Stones. However… Chu Feng's haul was clearly inferior to Song Yunfei's — it did not even amount to half of what Song Yunfei had obtained.
"This?"
Many onlookers wore expressions of bewilderment.
A fresh wave of respect for Song Yunfei rippled through the crowd.
Previously, when Chu Feng had defeated Song Yunfei twice in a row on the second floor, many had begun to suspect that Chu Feng was not simply relying on luck — that he truly possessed some observational ability.
Yet the moment they had reached the third floor, Chu Feng had immediately lost. People suddenly felt that Chu Feng really had been relying on nothing but luck all along.
Otherwise, how could he have lost again so quickly, and so decisively?
After all, Chu Feng and Song Yunfei had already gone head-to-head over a dozen times, and when all was said and done, Chu Feng had only managed to win twice.
Such a lopsided record spoke volumes about the gap between them. Even if Chu Feng genuinely possessed some observational method, it was clearly inferior to Song Yunfei's.
"Brother Chu Feng, don't take this the wrong way, but I actually did think you had some skill in observation. However, it seems your training simply isn't thorough enough. Your victories against me really were just luck," Song Yunfei remarked.
"Whether it's luck or not, you'll find out soon enough." As he spoke, Chu Feng produced one hundred thousand Immortal Martial Stones and tossed them toward Song Yunfei.
"You mean to say you want to keep going?" Song Yunfei asked with a smile.