Chapter 2677: How dare you even bring this out?

After the Flame Martial Tribe folks did that, the other major tribes also lost interest in continuing their meal.

After all, given the situation, who still has the face to eat?

It ended up seeming as if whoever ate whoever had never seen the world.

Everyone felt embarrassed to eat, so they simply changed the subject and started discussing each tribe's stakes.

But the Fire Spirit Tribe's carefully prepared table of delicious dishes was just wasted like that.

Not only did the expected effect fail to materialize, but everyone also harshly despised it.

What Huoming hated was an itchy teeth.

But since the major tribes all said that, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and agree.

Afterwards, the dishes were cleared away; Huoming darkened his face and first glared fiercely at Qi Wu.

Seeing this, Qi Wu was completely baffled: "This guy's got a screw loose; why glare at me? Did I provoke you?"

He then coldly said to everyone present.

"Fine, if you want to talk about the stakes, then go ahead."

"Actually, the stakes are simple: each of the five major tribes present will take out the treasures they prepared, to serve as prizes for the Fire Spirit Chicken Championship."

"As each tribe announced their prepared stakes, the prizes were indeed generous."

"It was much the same as before, with nothing particularly surprising."

"But when the Scale Stone Tribe's elder, who was leading, announced their tribe's prepared stake, everyone present was taken aback."

"Three hundred catties of dragon bone grass."

"Huh???"

"Upon hearing that, everyone present furrowed their brows and then gave the Scale Stone Tribe members a strange look."

"The name 'dragon bone grass' sounds impressive, like some rare treasure."

"But actually, among the Barbarian God Tribe, this dragon bone grass really isn't considered a true treasure."

"It can only be considered ordinary, and three hundred catties of dragon bone grass is far too paltry for a stake in the Fire Spirit Chicken Championship."

"It can practically be called shabby."

"Even after the Scale Stone Tribe's elder finished speaking, the people of the other major tribes were waiting for more."

"After all, in everyone's mind, how could you possibly bring out such a measly stake for the Fire Spirit Chicken Championship?"

"Seeing that the Scale Stone Tribe's elder had no intention of continuing, someone couldn't help but speak up."

"And then? Keep going."

"However, the Scale Stone Tribe's elder remained unfazed, speaking calmly."

"That's it."

"Huh???"

"Nothing else? Upon hearing that, everyone present was stunned: 'You, Scale Stone Tribe, are taking three hundred catties of dragon bone grass as your stake!'"

"Those three hundred catties of dragon bone grass, to put it bluntly, aren't even as good as the Fire Spirit Tribe's table of dishes they just prepared."

"With this measly trash, you actually have the nerve to present it as a stake—it's outright outrageous."

"Everyone's gaze toward the Scale Stone Tribe turned strange."

"You actually have the face to do this—where's your shame?"

"Have you Scale Stone Tribe fallen into such dire straits?"

"Someone asked, since after all, if you can do this without caring about face, it only shows the Scale Stone Tribe is truly dirt poor."

"In response, the Scale Stone Tribe people offered no further explanation, remaining with lowered eyes and hearts at peace."

"Anyway, it's already like this, so there's nothing to say."

"The Fire Spirit Chicken Championship doesn't stipulate the amount of the stake, does it?"

"This........."

"The Scale Stone Tribe elder's words are actually fine; the Fire Spirit Chicken Championship indeed has no rule on how much the stake must be."

"But nobody has ever been this shameless before."

"Just look at the Fire Spirit Tribe, trying to save face—they even made this table of dishes extraordinarily fine."

"If it weren't for the Flame Martial Tribe causing this scene, perhaps everyone would already be feasting and clinking cups by now."

"No one responded, but while the other tribes' people didn't know the details, the Flame Martial Tribe folks had guessed a bit."

"This probably has something to do with them."

"If it weren't for the Flame Martial Tribe previously snatching the Scale Stone Tribe's Fire Spirit Chicken King, the Scale Stone Tribe likely wouldn't have done something like this."

"The Scale Stone Tribe only had five Fire Spirit Chicken Kings total, and this time three were taken—just imagine how they felt."

"Making such a decision doesn't seem all that hard to imagine."

"However, these words, the Flame Martial Tribe would certainly not say them; even seeing the situation a bit awkward, Qi Wu voluntarily spoke up."

"Indeed, there's no rule on the stake amount; the Scale Stone Tribe's approach isn't problematic, so everyone, don't say more—now let's hear about my Flame Martial Tribe's stake."

"Huh???"

"Upon saying that, Qi Wu effectively excused the Scale Stone Tribe people."

"He shifted the topic directly onto the Flame Martial Tribe, thereby relieving the Scale Stone Tribe's predicament."

"In response, the Scale Stone Tribe people were stunned, then looked at Qi Wu with a hint of gratitude."

"Are the Flame Martial Tribe people really this good? They even kindly helped them out of the siege."

"Only the Flame Martial Tribe members, facing the grateful gaze from the Scale Stone Tribe, felt slightly guilty."

"There's no need for that, after all, the ones who snatched your Fire Spirit Chickens are us."

"And yet you still feel grateful to us—it's really more than we can bear."

Afterwards, Qi Wu also announced the prize prepared by the Flame Martial Tribe.

It wasn't much different from previous years, just the usual, run-of-the-mill.

This time, there were no surprises for anyone.

The matter was settled just like that, except for the Scale Stone Tribe's three hundred catties of Dragon Bone Grass being an eyesore, the prizes of the other four tribes were fine.

After the prizes were settled, and with nobody feeling like staying any longer, the folks from all the tribes just dispersed.

But this banquet, from beginning to end, for some reason, always gave people a strange feeling.

I can't say exactly what's wrong, but it just feels strange, with an off vibe everywhere.

After returning from the banquet, Huoming went home and smashed the tables and chairs to smithereens.

This banquet was so frustrating.

As for the Flame Martial Tribe, needless to say, they're not anything good; it's no surprise they're harboring ill intentions.

But what's the deal with the Scale Stone Tribe?

Three hundred catties of Dragon Bone Grass—are you trying to feed beggars? You even have the nerve to bring it out.

I don't even remember offending the Scale Stone Tribe before; what do they mean by this?

Huoming couldn't figure it out, but he was just seething with anger.

Frustrating, really too frustrating.

We, the Fire Spirit Tribe, are hosting this session's Fire Spirit Chicken Championship, and you're treating us like this.

They're all a bunch of bastards, not a single good person.

The carefully prepared banquet ended up like this, and it even made the tribe lose face; how could Huoming not be furious?

If he weren't holding back, he would really want to go fight Qi Wu to the death.

I told you to stir up some trouble in a day.

"Qi Wu, and also the Scale Stone Tribe—fine, fine, fine—I've noted this debt; you all just wait for me."