"I'll use only one hand, and I won't move from this spot."

So, if one could make him move even slightly, or force him to use both hands, that would count as a win?

This was just like a plot from a martial arts novel! To think it was happening in the real world; everyone around was stunned, looking at Jingfeng in utter amazement.

Could it be, is he really that confident? The strength Qin Heng had displayed earlier was quite formidable!

To ordinary people, the might of a Martial Artist was incomprehensible. The gap between a Half-step Grandmaster and a Grandmaster—they did not understand it very clearly.

"No way!" Li Qiuting stood up and said to Jingfeng, "You must be the Grandmaster of Transcendence hired as Young Master Wu's bodyguard. How could a Grandmaster challenge a Half-step Grandmaster? Wouldn't you be afraid of being mocked if this gets out?"

"Challenge your ass!" Wu Cheng roared. His eyes filled with murderous intent, the very flesh on his face twitching as he shouted, "Li Qiuting, if you dare say another word, I'll have someone drag you to my bed tonight and play you to death! Jingfeng! What the hell are you just standing there for?! Don't you want the money? Kill! Kill him for me! If you kill him now, I'll give you ten million! No, fifty million! Do it now!"

At this point, Wu Cheng had completely lost his mind. The injuries on his face were so severe that he was numb and couldn't feel any pain whatsoever!

"Come on, Qin Heng." Jingfeng, however, ignored Wu Cheng's words. He looked at Qin Heng and said, "You're at Half-Step Transcendence; surely you aren't afraid of facing just one of my arms? At your age, reaching Half-Step Transcendence, while not as good as I am, means you are also a rare talent. Back on Qingcheng Mountain, my master once said that those in this mundane world who reach Half-Step Transcendence before the age of forty are considered dragons among men. You have far surpassed that. Even facing me, you should have some confidence. Come on, strike me."

"Jingfeng!!" Wu Cheng, still in Qin Heng's grasp, thrashed wildly and screamed at the top of his lungs, "Kill him! Are you deaf?! Kill him for me right now!"

"A battle between Martial Artists cannot be measured in money," Jingfeng shook his head, turned to Wu Cheng, and said, "You are merely my employer; you have no right to order me to do such a thing!"

Upon hearing Jingfeng's words, Li Qiuting breathed a sigh of relief. With this, Qin Heng might have a sliver of a chance. It was better than having Jingfeng, the Grandmaster of Transcendence, attack directly!

Grandmasters of Transcendence were terrifyingly powerful, able to walk on water, kill with their breath, and possess the strength of ten thousand jin—not something any cultivator at Half-Step Transcendence could compare to! Any Half-step Grandmaster would undoubtedly be crushed when facing a Grandmaster!

"One hundred million!"

Just then, Wu Cheng suddenly shouted a higher price. Staring at Jingfeng, he said through gritted teeth, "One hundred million! If you kill Qin Heng right now, I'll give you one hundred million yuan! You heard me, one hundred million yuan! That's twenty times five million! It's your pay for ten years! Kill him for me now! Kill him!"

By now, Wu Cheng's hatred for Qin Heng had reached a boiling point. He couldn't rest easy until he saw Qin Heng dead! This immense grudge! Whatever the cost, Wu Cheng was willing to pay! It didn't matter if it was one hundred million! Even if it were one billion! Or even several billion! None of it mattered, as long as he could kill Qin Heng! His heart had only one goal now: to kill Qin Heng, to kill him at all costs!

One hundred million!? Everyone around was stunned, their minds buzzing. The crowd instantly erupted, looking at Qin Heng with both fear and greed! Just kill him, and they could get one hundred million yuan! It was such a tempting deal!

"Young Master Wu, you are too dismissive, and you also underestimate a Half-step Grandmaster," Jingfeng shook his head in refusal, saying, "I will follow the rules I stated earlier for the contest."

Upon hearing this, everyone was shocked; no one expected Jingfeng to so casually refuse the temptation of one hundred million yuan! It was just inconceivable! That was one hundred million yuan!

However, just as people were preparing to praise Jingfeng, Wu Cheng's voice came again!

"Five hundred million! Kill him right now!" Wu Cheng's offer went up again!

"I'm not that kind of person." Jingfeng shook his head, his attitude extremely resolute. He still refused to act, allowing Li Qiushui and Jiang Pingqiao to sigh in relief. It seemed Qin Heng wouldn't be in danger, at least for the moment.

"One billion! Right now! Kill him!!"

"I..."

"Two billion..."

"Four billion..."

Wu Cheng had completely lost his sanity, continuously raising the offer for Jingfeng to kill Qin Heng!

At last, he even laid out a price as high as five billion! This stunned some people on the spot, shocking them to their core. To think that he proposed spending five billion!

"Five billion! Jingfeng! I'm telling you to tear him to pieces!" Wu Cheng had utterly gone mad, publicly calling out a high price of five billion to have Jingfeng kill Qin Heng! This hatred had almost become tangible, hatred to the utmost extreme!

"Okay!" Jingfeng nodded. At the same time, looking at Qin Heng with a mix of pity and guilt, he said, "I'm sorry, but five billion has swayed me. Now, I can only kill you."

Instantly, a deathly silence enveloped the surroundings, all eyes fixed on Jingfeng. Five billion! To kill one man! This was truly hitting the jackpot!

Li Qiuting and Jiang Pingqiao suddenly felt as if their bodies had been drained of all strength, and they collapsed onto the still-intact sofa in the hall.

Finished! Completely doomed!

This was five billion, after all—money that an ordinary person couldn't earn in ten lifetimes! Now, all that was needed was to kill one person!

Even some ordinary people began to feel tempted, looking for an opportunity to see if they could kill Qin Heng. This was five billion, after all! Wu Cheng had genuinely descended into madness!

"Sigh..." Qin Heng sighed softly. Looking at Jingfeng, he said, "You originally had a chance for survival. It's a pity you've given up that opportunity, ultimately blinded by money."

"Heh." Jingfeng sneered, "Qin Heng, that's five billion. Do you have any concept of what that means? That's an amount of money I could never spend in a lifetime! For that, you must die!"

BOOM!

Jingfeng immediately took a step. His terrifying internal force erupted, and in an instant, it caused all the floor tiles in an area of over ten meters around him to shatter. He transformed into a blurred figure in a blink, rushing towards Qin Heng!

CRACKLE!

At the same time, Qin Heng raised a finger. The air boomed as if a jet plane had streaked past at low altitude, causing the air to hum and vibrate! Deafening!

Qin Heng shook his head slightly, his expression serene. He pointed his finger at the attacking Jingfeng and said indifferently, "The power of an ant, daring to contend with heaven?"