Chapter 207: One Market Gathering, Three Martial Saints

Sub-Beasts fighting usually liked to directly use their Martial weapons instead of exchanging punches first like beastmen.

Relius’s Martial weapon was a fiery red long whip, a red light surrounding its body.

As soon as they saw the whip in Relius’s hand, the corners of Sane and Kaelen’s mouths both curled into a discreet arc. Daring to play with a whip in front of a Wood-attribute Divine Energy Warrior, this Sub-Beast was truly seeking his own death.

Kaelen did not even bother to take his sword out, just standing there leisurely.

"Tsk, already scared stiff? Trash will always be trash!"

Just as Relius finished speaking, the horn signaling the start of the match rang out. The whip in his hand tore through the wind and rushed over, carrying a heat that scorched the space, aiming straight at Kaelen. His intention was too obvious, which was exactly to ruin Kaelen’s beautiful face.

"Oh my god, this Sub-Beast is too ruthless in his attack, this is wanting to directly ruin someone’s face!"

"Why didn’t that beautiful Sub-Beast take out his Martial weapon?! Oh my god, don’t tell me he is truly scared stiff?!"

That whip was about to strike Kaelen’s face, everyone tightly closed their eyes not daring to watch the tragic outcome of that tiny Sub-Beast.

But Kaelen did not blink at all.

The corners of his lips slightly curled up, a faint sigh ringing out: "Playing with a whip, how embarrassing, normally I like ’playing with a whip’ the most." He winked at Sane. The Chief’s earlobes flushed red, changing his sitting posture to cover the position that was slowly transforming.

His mate is truly mischievous, still talking erotic talk while fighting...

Boom!!!

Relius’s whip just arrived in front of Kaelen when it instantly crashed into a green barrier. The whip was immediately bounced back. Relius was not flustered at all. He slightly twisted his wrist, the whip undulating like a snake again, circling towards Kaelen’s left flank to strike.

Kaelen smiled, directly stretching out his hand, that howling whip rushing over was instantly grabbed tightly in his hand. Everyone thought their eyes were blurry, rubbing them vigorously.

"Bare... bare hands catching a whip???"

"Oh my god, that is a Saint-stage Martial weapon, why did he use bare hands to catch it so easily?!"

A sharp-eyed person shouted: "Not bare hands, everyone look quickly! The previous barrier has transformed into a glove, what kind of strange Martial weapon is this after all?"

The people of the four tribes had all witnessed Kaelen’s strength, therefore when the bookmaker opened the betting table, they all poured out their entire fortunes to bet on Kaelen winning. Initially, people from other tribes thought they were crazy, now seeing this situation, they felt a bit regretful.

They bet everything on the Red Snake Sub-Beast, don’t let them lose all their money!

Aaron standing watching on the stands could not hold back a slight frown. Just this slight frown and Evan discovered his mood was fluctuating. He gestured asking: [What is wrong?]

Aaron narrowed his eyes: "Too showy and arrogant, this is not the Priest’s behavioral style. What is he scheming?"

On the arena, Kaelen admired the whip in his hand, trying to analyze its material.

Relius tried his best to retract the whip but could not, cursing loudly:

"You turtle! Only knowing how to defend, what is the use?! I want to see how much longer you can hold on!"

Finishing his words, he used his intention to retract his Martial weapon, then lightning-fast took out a silver thorny whip. Everyone immediately drew a cold breath:

"He actually has up to two Martial weapons!!!"

"Normal, reaching the Saint-stage Martial Master realm, if one has high talent, one can completely condense a second Martial weapon."

"This whip is exactly Relius’s natal Martial weapon, I heard he once used it to beat a High-stage Martial Saint Magical Beast to death! I do not know if that beautiful Sub-Beast can withstand it this time..."

Amidst everyone’s discussions, Relius had jumped into midair whipping a strike over. The trajectory of this whip was extremely tricky, making people unable to know where it would strike. Kaelen shook his neck slightly, speaking softly:

"Playing for real? Then I will also fight for real~" He just finished speaking, a jade-green vine flew out from his wrist.

Kaelen grabbed the tail of the vine, spinning his body once. The two whips instantly met in midair. The energy wave of the two experts colliding created a storm sweeping across the market. Everyone was blown until their hair stood on end, panicking and screaming:

"What?! Impossible!"

"This coercive pressure... This is also an Elementary-stage Martial Saint!!!"

"Oh my god, he hid his skills! He is also a Martial Saint!"

"Motherfucker, one market gathering, three Martial Saints!!!"

Relius widened his eyes, his red vertical pupils contracting to the limit. He roared: "Bastard, you play dirty!!!"

Kaelen smiled brightly: "Come come come, did I ever admit I was a Martial Master~ You judged that yourself, didn’t you?"

Relius was angry to the point of gritting his teeth, spinning his body in midair to change his moves. Kaelen clicked his tongue, retracting his whip. His figure disappeared in the middle of the arena, then appeared right behind Relius.

Relius immediately turned over, the whip in his hand bending like a crescent saber, slashing towards Kaelen. Kaelen used the vine as a fulcrum, leaning his body to dodge, then swinging the vine to counterattack.

The vine whip in his hand seemed to have a life of its own, tightly wrapping around Relius’s thorny whip. The two people were pulled closer by the pulling force of the whips, kicking their legs out, then doing a backflip together, landing on the ground.

Sane looked at the sky, seeing it was quite late already. Today their family still said they were inviting guests, if they let people wait it would not be very good. Therefore he leisurely said:

"Baby, time to go home to cook."

Kaelen let out an "oh", clicking his tongue expressing regret to say to Relius: "Sorry, I have to go home to cook. Not playing with you anymore."

He lightly flicked his finger once, the ground on the arena suddenly vibrating.

Hundreds of jade-green vines, as sturdy as mystic iron, suddenly pierced up from under the ground. They intertwined with each other at a ghostly speed, directly surrounding Relius.

Relius had never seen such a bizarre move, hurriedly dodging. But Kaelen had already scattered seeds around the arena just now, wherever Relius ran it was the same. Eventually, he was tied up by the vines, his tied posture being a bit...

"Cough!"

Kaelen coughed embarrassedly: "Sorry, I am used to it."

Everyone’s gazes were all focused on Sane, their expressions all being speechless. Siley embarrassedly covered Finnick’s eyes, the silver-haired young man’s face also unavoidably flushing red.

He did not expect his two fathers-in-law normally ’played’ so wildly...

Relius being tied in an indecent posture, his face flushing red like pig liver. He was angry to the point of crying, opening his mouth to curse continuously:

"Bastard!!! You %&(#^@(!!! I must kill you!!! I must kill you!!! Ah ah ah!!! Mmph mmph mmph..."

Kaelen flicked his finger again, the vines immediately changing the tying posture, turning into wrapping Relius like a silkworm cocoon, conveniently gagging his cursing mouth. He placed his index finger on his mouth, softly shushing once:

"Be good, a Sub-Beast must be gentle and demure. Cursing is not good~"

He waved his hand once, throwing the cocoon-wrapped Relius into the group of Red Snake tribe beastmen who were wanting to rush up to fight to the death with him, jerking his chin to say:

"Take your young master back. Remember to manage him well in the future, do not let him demand to steal someone else’s mate at every turn. Truly having no education at all."

The Red Snake tribe beastmen had red eyes, wanting to step forward to gang up on that hateful Sub-Beast. Sane stepped onto the arena, embracing his mate’s shoulder, looking down at that red-haired group like looking at a pile of trash:

"What? Lost an arena duel and still not convinced?"

The Red Snake tribe beastmen clenched their jaws tightly, their eyes flashing murderous intent but not daring to truly rush up. A beastman spoke through gritted teeth:

"This time it was our young master being reckless, I apologize to you two on his behalf. I do not know which tribe you two belong to, in the future our patriarch will personally come to the door to apologize."

Threatening, this is a blatant threat!!!

For a moment, everyone’s favorability on the Eastern continent for the Red Snake tribe dropped by half. They did not expect a tribe among the top five strongest tribes to have this moral conduct, they should stay far away from them in the future.

The people of the Red Snake tribe were always used to being arrogant, completely paying no attention to the gazes of other tribes. In this place, the strong were the ones who had a say.

Sane’s eyes turned cold, speaking indifferently: "The Crimson tribe welcomes your patriarch."

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment, whispering and discussing.

"Which tribe is the Crimson tribe? Why have I never heard of it?"

"I have also never heard of it, could it be a small tribe in some remote place."

A White Lion clan beastman smiling with narrowed eyes while patting his bulging money pouch at his waist, smugly replied:

"Their tribe is not small, I heard there are up to a million people. It is just that they live in seclusion not interacting with the outside."

Everyone immediately surrounded this beastman asking all sorts of things about the Crimson tribe.

Finnick being carried on Siley’s shoulder secretly rolled his eyes.

Edward also burst into laughter: "This guy brags as if it were true."

Siley only noticed his Second Brother-in-law at this moment, letting out an "ah":

"Oh, Second Brother, since when did you wake up."

The little mouse immediately raised his fist: "Who are you calling Second Brother?! Do you believe I will punch you to death?!"

Siley grinned widely: "Yes, Second Brother. The two fathers have come down, let us quickly go welcome them~"

Edward was angry to the point of puffing his cheeks, crawling into the bag to knock on Oliver’s eggshell, whispering a string of ’beautiful poetry’ to his youngest brother. Oliver slightly wobbled once, turning around, leaving his eldest brother a ’butt’.