As long as Su Zhiyu chose two more, it meant that she had chosen all the Crimson Cloud Fruits.
Upon seeing this, Master Yao Tong smiled smugly.
Hmph. A small piece of trash dared to look down on him.
He deliberately did not tell Jun Mohuang the most critical point in distinguishing the Crimson Sun Fruit from the Crimson Cloud Fruit. He deliberately wanted her to lose terribly.
There was only a thin layer of spiritual fruit left in the bamboo basket beside Su Zhiyu.
She had already picked eight Crimson Cloud Fruits and was very familiar with it.
With her current speed, she only needed two to three minutes to pick out two Crimson Cloud Fruits from the remaining spiritual fruits.
Jun Mohuang did not know the right way to pick the Crimson Sun Fruit and the Crimson Cloud Fruit. She was bound to lose this time.
Master Yao Tong was not the only person who felt that Jun Mohuang would definitely lose.
