Chapter 280: Chapter 280: Do You Submit or Not_1
"To deal with you, there’s no need to get so complicated. Just this prescription is already enough."
A quarter of an hour later, both had finished preparing their medicines.
Ji Wuque, aiming for a stronger effect, and Qin Feng, wanting a faster process, served Qin Feng a full, large bowl.
Qin Feng, on the other hand, only served up a small bowl, just about a mouthful.
Seeing the medicine Qin Feng had served, Ji Wuque couldn’t help but laugh.
"Are you conceding defeat?" he asked Qin Feng.
"Concede defeat? Those two words aren’t even in my dictionary. Hence, no matter what the bet is, I’ve never lost," Qin Feng answered.
"Then today, you’ll definitely lose once, and lose miserably at that!"
Ji Wuque passed the large bowl of medicine in his hand to Qin Feng and then took the medicine from Qin Feng’s hand.
"Come on, let’s drink up."
After clinking bowls with Qin Feng, Ji Wuque downed the medicine Qin Feng had prepared in one gulp.
Qin Feng didn’t hesitate either, and, with gurgling swallows, drank the large bowl of medicine Ji Wuque had prepared, not leaving a single drop.
According to Ji Wuque’s calculations, such a large bowl of medicine would have Qin Feng running to throw javelins in the toilet after one sip, in other words, pooping his pants.
However, after Qin Feng had finished drinking, nearly half a minute had passed, yet nothing had happened.
Just then, Ji Wuque suddenly felt a chill in his stomach, as if everything was about to pour out immediately.
He quickly tried to clench, but the more he did, the less he was able to hold it in.
It’s no use!
If he didn’t get to a toilet now, he would end up soiling his pants.
Thus, Ji Wuque made a beeline for the restroom.
A quarter of an hour later, Ji Wuque returned.
Aside from feeling a bit dehydrated, he didn’t suffer any major consequences.
Seeing Qin Feng still waiting in the same spot, he asked with a puzzled face, "Didn’t you go to the toilet?"
"Why would I need to go to the toilet?" Qin Feng chuckled and said, "You’ve lost the first round!"
"Who says I’ve lost? Our first round was about whose medicine was more potent, whoever gets bowled over by diarrhea is the loser.
I may have gone to the toilet before you, but your medicine didn’t really affect me much, let alone poison me.
I just went to the toilet because I ate too much at noon, it has nothing to do with your medicine. So, I haven’t lost!"
Ji Wuque outright played dumb.
Qin Feng didn’t care about that in the slightest.
He chuckled and said, "All right! If you don’t concede defeat now, that’s fine. Let’s wait a bit longer, after you’ve made three or five more trips, you’re bound to bow your head and admit defeat.
Because, as long as you don’t admit it, you will keep on going non-stop. After you’ve dehydrated from diarrhea, you’ll start passing blood.
In short, unless you admit defeat and beg me to cure you, you will end up dying in the toilet."
No sooner had Qin Feng finished speaking than another chilly sensation passed through Ji Wuque’s stomach, and he couldn’t hold it in again.
This time, Ji Wuque stayed in the restroom for half an hour.
When he came out, his complexion was ashen, and his legs trembled as he walked.
Seeing the ghastly state Ji Wuque was in, he should have had the sense to admit defeat.
So, Qin Feng asked him with a grin, "Valley Master, do you concede?"
"I do not!"
Despite his dire state, Ji Wuque was still stubbornly defiant.
"Alas..."
What could Qin Feng say? He could only let out a long sigh.
No sooner had the sigh left his lips than Ji Wuque’s stomach reacted again. This time, it wasn’t a chill but a slight pain.
He clambered to his feet and hurried toward the restroom.
"Valley Master, the third time is still okay, but if it comes to the fourth, I’m afraid you might have to pull out your internal organs.
People! When it’s time to give in, you must give in!
If the green hills are preserved, there will be no lack of firewood, after all!
If you’ve clearly lost, then you must admit defeat. By stubbornly resisting, not only can you not evade the blame, but you’ll also make things worse and end up putting yourself in a passive position."
This time, Ji Wuque stayed in the restroom for a good half an hour.
He truly felt as if he was about to shit out his internal organs, but for the life of him, he couldn’t understand how the prescription used by Qin Feng could be so potent.
The most crucial point was that, even after racking his brains, he couldn’t come up with a way to detoxify himself.
So, although he was extremely reluctant, he had no choice but to admit defeat in this round.
Coming out of the restroom once more, Qin Feng asked again with a beaming smile, "Valley Master, have you admitted defeat?"
"I was careless this round and barely lost to you. But don’t get cocky. We’re playing best of three rounds, and I will win the next two for sure. You’re bound to lose."
"It’s good to admit defeat."
Qin Feng walked towards the medicine cabinet and pulled open a drawer, from which he took out a mint leaf and handed it to Ji Wuque.
"Valley Master, chew this and swallow it, and your poison will be cured."
Seeing that Qin Feng handed him a mint leaf, Ji Wuque couldn’t help but let out a cold laugh.
"Heh!"
After laughing, he said, "I’ve already admitted defeat in the first round, and yet you’re still playing tricks on me, is that amusing? A mint leaf can cure the poison you gave me? What a bunch of bullcrap."
"Whether it’s bullcrap or not, you’ll know once you chew and swallow it, won’t you? Anyway, mint leaves are harmless."
"Fine! I’ll try it!"
Ji Wuque took the mint leaf and put it in his mouth, starting to chew.
Mint leaves are naturally cool, and even in normal conditions, eating one should feel cool and refreshing.
Having gone to the toilet three times, Ji Wuque was now extremely weak.
However, to his surprise, after eating the mint leaf, not a hint of coolness was felt in his stomach, but rather a warmth.
As soon as he swallowed the mint leaf, he felt instantly and exceedingly comfortable.
The warm sensation coursed through his body. While it didn’t completely return him to his pre-diarrhea condition, it certainly recovered him to seventy or eighty percent.
A mint leaf actually cured the poison inside his body?
Ji Wuque couldn’t believe it, but the fact was right before his eyes, and he had to accept it.
After this first round of poison competition, Ji Wuque saw Qin Feng in a new light.
Although this guy came from the Mortal Realm, his skill in using poison was even better than those experts in the Spirit Realm.
Suddenly, Ji Wuque had a flash of insight and understood.
The poison he used was the same one his father had used against Qin XiaoBai in a poison duel eight hundred years ago. Qin Feng must’ve inherited Qin XiaoBai’s legacy, and that’s why he had such skill.
Having suffered a loss eight hundred years ago, Qin XiaoBai must’ve researched his own poison recipes after returning.
That’s why Qin Feng was unharmed after drinking the poison he had brewed.
As for the prescription that Qin Feng used, it must’ve been developed by Qin XiaoBai as well.
So, the reason he lost the first round wasn’t that Qin Feng was so formidable, but because he had taken a shortcut and walked right into the young man’s trap.
To win against Qin Feng in the second round, he would need a poison recipe that he wasn’t aware of.
