1741 The Stoic Face Takes the Stage

"Don't waste a sacred-rank panacea for nothing, alright," Family Head You jeered at Family Head Zhu.

This blood vermilion fruit was good stuff, but consuming it incorrectly would mean spoiling it.

That chronic invalid of the Zhu Family had been ill for more than a decade, yet he still had delusions of recovering? Tsk! So what if he could recover? His cultivation would still be trailing behind everybody else's!

What kind of future could he have with that? They should give this blood vermilion fruit to the young talents of their You Clan's youngest generation instead.

Such as his eldest son You Hui.

A glint flitted across Family Head You's eyes. He then said to Family Head Zhu with an air of indifference, "How about this. You just name a price, and I will purchase this blood vermilion fruit from you?"

"You have to know, even if you find a way for your family's chronic invalid to consume the fruit, it will only transform them into a normal person. It is very difficult for a normal person to make it big on this Shuntian Prefecture Continent!"

Family Head Zhu's expression remained foul-looking. He kept his lips shut and just turned his face aside to ignore Family Head You.

Family Head You yelled uncontrollably, "Zhu Bin, don't refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit! The Zhu Clan may enjoy equal fame to the Fang Clan and our You Clan in Wengka City, but you also know that my eldest son You Hui will be marrying the Fang Clan's genius second young lady next month. Ha ha, when the Fang and You Clans unite then, do you think you will be our match?"

"You will have to see whether or not I will be your match!" Family Head Zhu stated coldly.

"You!" Family Head You smiled sinisterly with a cold flicker in his eyes. "Don't you forget that there is a time limit of ten days from picking the blood vermilion fruit to its consumption! Think about how many days has it been since that blood vermilion fruit has been sitting in your house? It's been at least seven to eight days right! Your clan doesn't have a physician that knows how to use this vermilion fruit, so what's the use of stubbornly keeping it? There's no use either!"

"Even if I toss it away as trash, I won't let you, You Batian, benefit from it."

"You!" Family Head You was angered into laughter. "Good, very good!"

An intense killing intent slipped past his eyes. He didn't speak for a long time, plotting something in his mind.

By this time, that fleshy man called Iron Pillar had already successively driven eight opponents down from the stage.

At this moment, he was engaged in a fierce fight with a woman in fleeting clothes. Her movements were nimble, and her attacks agile and quick.

From the looks of it, she was a speed-type superhuman.

"This big guy is incredible!" Qi Xuanxuan was worried for the young woman on the stage. "That miss looks so slender. Can she beat him?"

"Her defeat is certain in three moves."

Just as Qiao Mu finished her sentence, that fleshy man caught the young woman. His smile made his fat shake, and he fondled her face. "Young Missy, pretty women like you should just serve your husbands at home. Why risk your life in a tournament?"

"Don't touch me!!" The young woman was revolted by this fleshy man, and she started shrieking.

"Oh my my." That fleshy man continued taking liberties with her. "As a woman, you should have been prepared to face this by coming on stage!"

"Hey! Let her go." The little stoic's chilly voice rang out.

Qi Xuanxuan looked at the spot beside her in surprise. She had only just realized that the little stoic had disappeared without her noticing!

She looked up at the stage again, and she saw that little stoic was already standing right in front of the fleshy man.