OFR – Chapter 69 The Young Master Is Unrivaled in the World 5

Two blazing scarlet sky lanterns hung high above the exhibition hall!

At that moment, everyone could feel the atmosphere in the venue grow tense.

A Lantern Duel!

Such a reckless, self-destructive act—wounding the enemy a thousand while harming oneself eight hundred—had truly appeared before their eyes.

The entire crowd was shaken to their core. Especially the industry giants in the second-floor boxes, who never imagined that one day, at an exhibition auction, they would be reduced to mere spectators!
Yes—just spectators!
Now, they didn’t even have the minimum qualification to participate.

The scarlet lanterns overhead declared to all present exactly who shone the brightest in this auction.

And while the duel itself was shocking, what stunned them even more was the man in Box Six—Young Master Leng!
This was someone who hadn’t even appeared on the official guest list!

Just an anonymous bidder who had gotten in with a cheap entry ticket!

A man who hadn’t acted before, but once he did, swept through the hall with unstoppable momentum. Now, under the dazzling spectacle of lighting three lanterns, his name was deeply etched into everyone’s hearts.

From this moment on, regardless of who won the duel, and no matter how many years passed, everyone present would remember—

That at the Nanjing Flower Exhibition Auction, there was once a man called Young Master Leng. He lit three sky lanterns, and with unmatched dominance, crushed the entire venue beneath his aura!

Now, the entire crowd held their breath, watching the duel unfold.

The hall was silent, until after more than ten seconds, the bell from Box Six broke through the stillness—followed by a flurry of frantic ringing.

The sound of the bell mixed with the hoarse cries of the attendants.

Soon, with sharp-eyed guests timing the process, this exceedingly rare Lantern Duel in the floral industry finally ended after one minute and eight seconds!

One minute and eight seconds!

Such a short span of time—people lived through countless one-minute-eight-second intervals in their lives.

But now, everyone knew: no matter how long they lived, no matter what else they experienced, this one minute and eight seconds would forever be engraved in their hearts!

At this moment, Wang Qingyun clutched his chest, the pain in his heart nearly suffocating him.

One minute and eight seconds—
and in that time, he was brought to the brink of doubting his very existence.

Just one minute and eight seconds earlier, he had entered with all his funds and boundless rage, arrogantly scorning the entire hall.

He thought the humiliations of the first two rounds would vanish in this one.

He believed he could crush that ignorant upstart with the aura of a tiger devouring the rivers and mountains.

He thought he had already won!

No matter how dazzling Young Master Leng’s three lanterns were, they would be nothing but his stepping stones!
He, Wang Qingyun, would make his name resound throughout Jianghai Province!
The fame of Exotic Flora Imports would rise to new heights!

The Ghost Orchid would be his—along with endless glory.

It was such a natural expectation.
Wang Qingyun didn’t think there was anything wrong with it—after all, he had gathered every cent of his company’s liquid assets.

With the full power of Exotic Flora Imports, crushing a young newcomer who had already burned nearly seventy million should have been a certainty.

But—
those one minute and eight seconds shattered it all.

He finally realized that some people couldn’t be measured by common sense.

Some people broke the rules, transcended reason, and had reached a state of lawlessness—acting however they pleased, caring neither for money nor gain or loss!

Wang Qingyun had always thought such people only existed in legends—not in reality.
But now he had met one.

And he finally understood what it meant to be utterly defeated.
What it meant to doubt one’s very life.

Clutching his chest, staggering pale-faced from his box, he grabbed the railing and stared at Box Six in disbelief.

In just one minute and eight seconds, both sides had driven the bidding into madness—raising the Ghost Orchid, worth perhaps 37–38 million, to over 60 million!

Nearly double its value!

Such insanity!
Over 60 million—the entirety of Exotic Flora’s liquid capital—yet he still lost, with no chance of resistance.

After a minute or two, Wang Qingyun finally came out of his stupor.

But now he had lost all reason.

At the railing, he shouted hysterically:
“I demand the auction be paused! I can still gather another ten million! I won’t lose! I, Wang Qingyun, will never lose!”

His crazed cry echoed through the venue.

On stage, the female auctioneer frowned slightly.

Though she knew the owner behind the scenes disliked Exotic Flora, the rules of a Lantern Duel did allow for a pause to gather funds.

But just as she was about to announce the pause—
a crisp bell suddenly rang out once more in the hall!

The sound wasn’t loud, yet it made everyone’s eardrums buzz as though thunder had struck.

“Ding!”
“Box Six, anonymous bidder Young Master Leng, bids 61 million!”

“Ding!”
“Box Six, anonymous bidder Young Master Leng, bids 62 million!”

“Ding!”
“Box Six, anonymous bidder Young Master Leng, bids 63 million!”

“Ding!”
“Box Six, anonymous bidder Young Master Leng, bids 64 million!”

“Ding!”
“Box Six, anonymous bidder Young Master Leng, bids 65 million!”

Eighteen clear chimes in a row!

An insane increase of 18 million in one breath!

The hall instantly erupted in thunderous applause.

Compared to that, Wang Qingyun’s attempt to scrape together just over ten million seemed pitifully weak.

Already straining to hold on, Wang Qingyun collapsed in the corridor, unable to stand any longer.

At this point, no words were needed, no official announcement required—
everyone already knew the outcome.

A man named Young Master Leng had lit three lanterns, his aura unrivaled beneath the heavens!

Thunderous applause roared on and on. Many clapped until their palms turned red, yet still did not stop.

Several minutes later, the applause finally faded.

But then, amid scattered whispers of awe, a voice rang out—
“The Young Master is peerless!”

Soon, that phrase swept through the entire hall.

And in that moment, the words no longer described the elegance of a noble gentleman, but instead declared—
Young Master Leng’s three-lantern dominance was truly peerless in all the world!