Chapter 209: Beaten Until Fearing For Three Generations

The next morning, the Autumn market became even more bustling.

Because Sane and Kaelen had attracted too much attention yesterday, today they decided to stay at the guest house to discuss the next route, handing over the task of causing trouble... ah no, the task of going to the market to purchase supplies to the other Warriors.

Draven naturally did not miss this opportunity. Ever since hearing about the Black Bear tribe’s madness from Lorenzo’s couple, he returned to his room to flip through potion-making books all night to find a recipe. Early in the morning, Crimson’s potion-fanatic healer had carried a huge vine basket, happily running straight to the largest herb-selling area of the market.

"This... the roots are still intact, the spiritual energy is abundant! Also this red cockscomb mushroom, if combined with a low-level magic core, it will definitely make an excellent blood-stopping potion! Oh my, here is the Clear Heart Grass, searched forever to find it. How much are you selling this for?"

Draven’s two eyes shone brightly, squatting in front of a stall, immediately throwing whatever he asked the price of into his basket, not even bothering to bargain, making the herb stall owner smile until his eyes narrowed into slits.

Right at this moment, a tall dark shadow loomed from behind, completely blocking the sunlight shining on him. A sour sweat smell mixed with arrogance blew straight into his face.

"Oh my, such a petite and beautiful Sub-Beast going to the market alone? Where is your mate?"

Draven was startled and turned around. Standing behind him was a burly-figured Striped Tiger clan beastman. This guy exuded the coercive pressure of an Intermediate-stage Martial Master, his lecherous gaze unscrupulously sweeping up and down evaluating Draven. The subordinates following him also laughed boisterously in response.

Originally a timid person, suddenly being surrounded by a group of tall, strong, unfamiliar beastmen who also exuded threatening coercive pressure, Draven’s legs immediately went weak. His eye sockets turned red, his nose stinging.

"I... I am not going alone... Move away..." Draven stepped back tremblingly, tightly hugging the vine basket to his chest.

Seeing the prey scared to the point of being about to cry, the Striped Tiger beastman became even more smug. He took another step forward, extending his rough hand intending to stroke his fair cheek: "What are you afraid of? Follow me, I will buy all this pile of weeds for you, guaranteeing you will eat well and dress well..."

"Boohoo... Don’t come over here!!!"

Draven cried out loud in fear, tears falling profusely.

However... while his mind screamed in fear, Draven’s body acted completely contrary! The vine basket was dropped to the ground by him, his two hands balled into fists swinging wildly, so fast that the surrounding people could only catch glimpses of afterimages.

THWACK!

A horrifying collision sound rang out. The tiny fist of the Sub-Beast lunged forward with a wind-tearing speed, smashing straight into the chin of the Intermediate-stage Martial Master beastman! One of his two lower incisors immediately flew out, while the other became slightly loose.

The Striped Tiger guy’s eyes widened, his brain receiving a heavy concussion. This terrifying physical force... how could it be emitted from a Rabbit clan Sub-Beast originally famous for being timid?!

"Boohoo! You jerk! Pervert! Get far away from me! Boohoo!!!"

Draven cried and sobbed loudly while launching a continuous combo of punches accurate to every millimeter. He borrowed the force of his spinning body, launching a horizontal kick straight into the beastman’s face.

Crack! Smack! Thud!

The subordinates standing around were completely petrified. They glared their eyes looking at their boss – a dignified Intermediate-stage Martial Master – currently being beaten black and blue by a Sub-Beast crying tragically.

Canine teeth mixed with fresh blood flew out of the Striped Tiger guy’s mouth. His lips swelled up like sausages, his face bruised miserably, completely having no power to counterattack against Draven’s flawless combo sequence.

"Boohoo... Bad guy... Why bully me... I must tell my mate and my clan members... Boohoo!"

Draven sniffled, launching the final uppercut punch. The beastman was sent flying into midair about half a meter before falling heavily to the ground, his eyes rolling back, fainting right on the spot, his mouth still foaming mixed with blood.

After finishing beating, Draven clumsily used the back of his hand to wipe his tears, hugged the vine basket full of herbs and stepped back a few paces, his whole body still trembling violently from fear.

The entire medicine market was as silent as a grave. Hundreds of eyes stared intently at the blood puddle on the ground, then looked again at the Sub-Beast crying sobbing who looked extremely "weak".

The Striped Tiger guy’s subordinates stammered unable to speak, their legs trembling. Seeing Draven sniffling taking a step forward, they let out a tragic scream, hurriedly lifting their boss by the armpits to drag him on the ground while fleeing for their lives.

Draven hiccupped once, muttering in tears: "Boohoo... You people bullied me... boohoo... Wait until my clan members arrive... they will definitely... beat you to death..."

The Crimson Warriors standing witnessing from beginning to end: "..." Stop it already great-grandfather, you beat him like that his three generations will still be afraid, what need is there for us to take action!

Draven hugged the vine basket, sniffling while digging out primeval stones to pay the medicine stall owner. The medicine stall owner stared intently at the fellow clan Sub-Beast before his eyes, his opened mouth still unable to close.

This medicine stall owner was a middle-aged Rabbit clan beastman, belonging to the Gray Rabbit tribe located in a quite remote corner near the Silver Snake tribe, periodically supplying medicine to the Silver Snake tribe in exchange for their protection.

From ancient times until now on the Eastern continent, the Rabbit clan was a clan originally good at pharmacology but extremely timid. No matter how much they cultivated, they only stopped at High-stage Martial Artist, unable to advance further, therefore the Rabbit clan had given up the martial arts path, switching to the healer path.

Therefore, despite being proficient in medical principles, the timid and weak Rabbit clan still became the bullying target of other clans. Especially the soft and timid Rabbit clan Sub-Beasts, they wanted to mold them in their hands however they pleased.

Who would have thought today he would encounter a Rabbit not following common sense...

Draven held the money out forever but that stall owner did not bother to accept it, he cried out aggrievedly:

"Even you want to bully me... boohoo... I am so miserable... boohoo..."

This earth-shattering crying sound just rang out, everyone spectating immediately jumped three yards away, even the stall owner was startled back to his senses. He tremblingly picked one primeval stone from Draven’s hand, stammering to say: "This... this much is... is enough..."

The Crimson Warriors only leisurely stepped forward at this moment, taking all the money in Draven’s hand, stuffing it into the stall owner’s chest.

"Just accept it since he gave it, if you do not accept he will stand here crying all day!"

Draven pouted, speaking aggrievedly: "They bullied me just now why did you not step up. Do you know how scared I was?!"

A Sub-Beast bared his teeth smiling: "We were busy picking fights... ah no, going shopping, when we arrived they were already scared by your crying, running away."

Another beastman received the basket from Draven’s hands, grinning: "That is right, how about this, we invite you to eat something to apologize, alright? There is a stall making pastries over there that is very delicious, let us go over there to eat."

Draven sniffled, nodding and following them.

By the time the Crimson people were out of sight, the entire market corner suddenly buzzed. That Rabbit clan shopkeeper slightly clenched the primeval stones in his hand, determination shining in his eyes. He immediately gathered all his remaining goods, hurriedly running back to his tribe.

Draven completely did not know that, just because of his out-of-control action when being excessively scared, he had drawn a team of peak combat power healers for his tribe.