Talented Martial Hero

Chapter 102 Conflict (Part Two)

"You fucking idiot! You had your chance and you blew it. I was being generous, offering you a

reasonable price for that herb. But since you don't want my money, I will just take it for free. Give it to

me now!" the young man roared. He then kicked the man right in the stomach, snatched the superior

spiritual herb from his pocket along with the money he threw at him, and walked away.

The man doubled over to the ground and cried out in pain, but he did not dare offer any more

disagreement. His cultivation base was only at the first stage of the Primary Realm, after all. His

strength could not possibly compare to that of these people who were members of a noble clan.

What was just robbed from him was a superior spiritual herb. Even just a little amount of the herb would

have been able to help him support his family for at least ten years. He found it hard to accept such a

loss.

The man was still lamenting over his misfortune when he turned over and saw that Darren was still

there at the restaurant. "Mister! Mister! Please help me! They took the precious herb you just gave me.

Please! Please help!" the man begged as he crawled over.

Darren felt sorry for the man, so he walked up to the young man and tried to reason with him. "Mister,

why don't you just give the superior spiritual herb back to the poor man. Please have some sympathy,"

he appealed.

"Who the hell are you? Don't you know who I am, you idiot? Nobody in this city dares to go against my

will, so fuck off!" the young man barked.

Darren grew infuriated with him, but he chose not to waste his time with them. He instead just turned to

the man and crouched down. He took another superior spiritual herb and handed it to him. "Here you

go, mister. Its spiritual energy would decrease as time passes, so it's best that you sell it today. The

quicker you sell it, the more money you'll get," he told the man.

"Oh! Thank you, young man! Thank you!" the man cried out in joy. He took the superior spiritual herb

and struggled to get up in pain. 'It's all right. A little pain is worth it for the fortune I'll get thanks to this

herb!' he thought as he rushed out.

However, as the man reached the exit, the young man caught a glimpse of him holding the superior

spiritual herb.

"Give that to me, you scum!" the young man said as he snatched the superior spiritual herb from the

man again.

The young man did not expect that he would run into an unexpected fortune today. He held the two

superior spiritual herbs in hand, wild with joy.

"Where do you keep getting these? Did you steal them? Hand in all the herbs you have and I might just

spare your life," he vaguely threatened.

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spiritual herbs? He must have been stealing them! Go for him, boys! Find out what else he has," one of

the young man's companions said.

Darren could not just stand and watch any longer. He stood in front of the poor man and frowned upon

the young man and his companions, anger burning in his chest. "Don't push it! Which do you value

more, those herbs or your lives? Think wisely," he sternly warned them.

The young man cracked up at Darren's statement and started to mock him. "Ha-ha! You poor hopeless

idiot. You must be new here. That's all right, we can show you around and maybe put an underwear

over your head – go on, boys, beat this guy up!" the young man ordered his companions. It was

becoming apparent that he was their leader.

"Yes, master!" A massive strong-looking man rushed over at once.

However, the man froze halfway towards Darren. He stood as still as a statue.

"What the hell are you doing, Neil? Attack him!"

the young man urged, baffled by his companion's unusual behavior.

Bang!

Neil fell to ground, blood rapidly flooding on the floor.

"Is-is he dead?"

The young men stepped back in fear. Neil was at the sixth stage of the Primary Realm, but now he was

dead. Just like that. None of them even saw Darren move a single muscle. 'When did he attack? What

just happened? How was that even possible?' they all collectively thought.

"L-let's get out of here!" the man in the lead stammered, face pale in fear. He then threw the two herbs

on the ground and ran away.

Darren did not try to follow them. He killed the massive man only as a warning. Otherwise, they would

have continued bugging him. He could not care less what they did next, as long as they left him and the

poor man alone.

"Mr. Long, that guy is fucking strong! Lucky for us! We survived death," one of the young men said,

relieved.

"You fucking idiot! That guy is in big trouble now. We have to avenge Neil," Paul Long snapped at him.

He turned to the other young man. "John, break my arm. I will go see my brother and tell him that that

guy robbed us and killed Neil. Got it?"

"Are you sure, Mr. Long? This plan is brilliant, though. Your brother is a nominated disciple of the

Dragon Sect and would even be qualified to get into the Dragon Holy Land a year from now. If your

brother would help us, that guy would be done for!" John Liu replied.

"You're damn right! We better move faster. That guy might run away if we don't hurry"

They then staggered away.