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Li Feng squinted as he watched the auctioneer pick up one of the legendary top ten famous swords, gracefully swiping the sword to cleanly slice through the bamboo mat-wrapped wooden post in front of him, leaving a smooth cut, and couldn't help but narrow his eyes even further.

Hiss.

People in the surrounding private boxes also gasped in astonishment; after all, for a sword over two thousand years old to retain such sharpness was remarkable in itself—a selling point for sure. However, the value of this sword wasn't limited to its sharpness but also derived from its reputation and the history it carried over those two thousand years.

"I, Zhao, will take this sword."

A voice emerged from a nearby private box.

"Heh, Zhao Xuan, you think it's yours just because you say so? This isn't your backwater hometown where whatever you say goes."

"What, Tang Bin, you want to compete with me for it?"