Three days passed. Many participants gathered at a safe zone called "Resting Valley". Since they could trade items inside, a temporary market formed.
Anthony had too many herbs and not enough pills. So he took out a stalk of Cloud Spirit Grass to exchange for pills.
"I have Cloud Spirit Grass. Looking for Foundation Stabilizing Pills."
Immediately, a fat merchant surrounded by guards walked over. He looked at the grass, then at Anthony.
"Cloud Spirit Grass? The quality is okay. I'll give you two low-grade pills. Final price."
"Two?" Anthony raised an eyebrow. "This grass is worth at least ten pills. Are you robbing people?"
"Hey, kid, rules of the jungle," the merchant sneered. "In here, prices are set by me. Take it or leave it. Without me, who would buy your stuff? You'll rot with it."
He snatched the grass from Anthony's hand. "I'm being generous. Guards, get rid of him."
"Wait," Anthony held out his hand. "Give it back. Or I'll make you pay three times the price."
"You dare threaten Master Hu?!" A guard drew his sword. "Kneel and apologize!"
Anthony sighed. "I really hate repeating myself."
He walked forward. The guards attacked, but Anthony moved like a ghost. He patted each guard on the chest lightly.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
All three guards instantly fell asleep standing up, then slid down to the ground.
Master Hu's face turned pale. "You... you used sleeping poison?!"
"No, just pressure points," Anthony grabbed his collar and lifted him up easily. "Now. Buy my grass. One stalk... for thirty pills. Or I sell you to the monsters outside. They might pay more."
"Thirty?! That's robbery!"
"Copycat," Anthony grinned. "You started it."
In the end, Master Hu tremblingly gave Anthony thirty high-quality pills. Anthony let him go.
"See? Business is done peacefully. Why be rude?" Anthony put away the pills happily.