Zhang Duotuo’s face darkened, clearly displeased by the actions.
But who would’ve thought that another from the Secret Cave Group Saints spoke up?
“Big Brother, no need to deal with this trash yourself. Let me handle him.”
This was the same Insect Mark Saint Cloak World Spiritist Chu Feng had beaten before, now advanced to Snake Mark level.
“Eleven, you just broke through to Snake Mark. Can you handle it?” another asked.
“Seventh Brother, don’t you trust me?” the one called Eleven replied.
“It’s not about trust. You can deal with this trash, but it’ll take time. We’re busy; we don’t have time to waste.”
“Let’s give Eleven a chance. The opponent’s just trash; he can’t lose.”
“Really? Alright, give him a shot, but hurry up, Eleven. Don’t waste our time.”
“Relax, Sixth Brother, in less time than it takes an incense stick to burn, I’ll have this old fool begging for mercy.”
The Secret Cave Group Saints’ banter infuriated Zhang Duotuo.
Their conversation completely disregarded him.
Worse, calling him “trash” was like treating him as garbage.
Through their talk, Chu Feng pieced together their relationships.
The eleven called each other brothers. The one Chu Feng had tricked at the World Spirit Mansion Gate was the eldest, while the one he’d beaten was the youngest.
Back at the gate, they hadn’t used these terms, likely to hide their Secret Cave Group Saints identity, but now Chu Feng knew.
“You lot talk too much. How do we compete in world spiritist techniques? Speak,” Zhang Duotuo asked coldly.
As a renowned figure, being insulted by this group’s chatter was unbearable.
“We thought the Red Cloak Holy Land would bring Yuan Shu, that brat. Dealing with him would’ve been tricky, so the rules were complex.”
“But instead of Yuan Shu, they brought a piece of trash like you.”
“Dealing with you is simple.”
“Catch.”
The youngest of the Secret Cave Group Saints, Eleven, tossed a cloak to Zhang Duotuo.
“Wear this cloak. It’ll seal your martial power and cultivation, leaving only your world spiritist techniques.”
“We’ll duel with world spiritist techniques. Whoever knocks the other down first wins,” Eleven said.
Zhang Duotuo inspected the cloak.
Finding no issues, he put it on.
The cloak turned into a faint glow, merging with his body like a second skin.
At the same time, Eleven donned an identical cloak.
“Old trash, ready? Let’s start. We’ve got things to do; no time to waste.”
Eleven taunted Zhang Duotuo, his tone as arrogant as when he’d spoken to Chu Feng at the World Spirit Mansion Gate.
Back then, they’d suffered at Chu Feng’s hands. It remained to be seen how they’d fare against Zhang Duotuo today.
Though Chu Feng despised these eleven, he hoped they’d beat Zhang Duotuo.
Compared to them, he disliked Zhang Duotuo more.
“Hmph, today I’ll teach you, ignorant fool, a lesson.”
Zhang Duotuo snorted coldly, leaping into the air to the centre of the plaza.
His aura was imposing, as if certain of victory, ready to crush Eleven.
The other ten from the Secret Cave Group Saints also took to the air, retreating to the side.
The plaza’s centre was left to Zhang Duotuo and the newly advanced Snake Mark Eleven.
“I’ll give you a chance. You go first, so you don’t miss your shot,” Eleven said to Zhang Duotuo.
His tone was like one fighter letting another throw the first punch, utterly cocky.
“A bunch of rats, where’s your confidence to strut before me?”
“Today, I’ll show you the gap between world spiritists.”
Zhang Duotuo’s brows furrowed, eyes blazing with anger. As he spoke, his robe fluttered.
Boom—
Immense boundary power surged from his body.
In an instant, it filled the void, like millions of troops standing behind him, awaiting his command.
Seeing this, the Red Cloak Holy Land elders grew excited.
They were top martial cultivators but knew little of world spiritist techniques.
Zhang Duotuo’s display seemed formidable, boosting their confidence.
But seeing his boundary power, Chu Feng shook his head.
“Go!”
Zhang Duotuo pushed his palm forward.
The boundary power behind him surged like a tidal wave toward Eleven.
His attack was grand and direct.
The boundary power, ten thousand metres high, covered the sky, exuding immense pressure and aggression.
“Hmph, truly an old piece of trash.”
Facing Zhang Duotuo’s onslaught, Eleven smirked mockingly, stepping forward.
Swoosh—
He turned into a streak of light, like a blade unsheathed, charging into the boundary wave.
His move seemed suicidal, yet the surging wave couldn’t touch him.
He rode the wave, rapidly closing in on Zhang Duotuo.
Eleven had deployed an array on himself.
Far superior to Zhang Duotuo’s boundary power, it made him unstoppable.
“This guy.”
As Eleven drew closer, seeing the array, Zhang Duotuo frowned, realising he’d underestimated his opponent.
Sensing danger, he leapt upward to create distance.
Crash—
But from the boundary wave, a giant hand emerged.
Formed from Eleven’s boundary power, it moved like a dragon from the sea, too fast for Zhang Duotuo to dodge, seizing him.
The hand swung its long arm, spinning rapidly in the air like a dragon’s tail, then slammed down toward the ground.
Bang—
A deafening boom shook the earth, cracking the special stone ground with sprawling fissures.
Zhang Duotuo, in agony, wailed.
The Red Cloak Holy Land members were stunned.
They’d thought Zhang Duotuo, with his reputation, would have masterful world spiritist skills.
Yet, in one round, he was beaten motionless?
“Master!”
Meng Rufei rushed to Zhang Duotuo’s side, trying to heal him.
But the cloak blocked his boundary power from entering Zhang Duotuo’s body.
Fused with Zhang Duotuo, the cloak couldn’t be removed, leaving Meng Rufei frantic.
The Red Cloak Holy Land members ignored Zhang Duotuo’s injuries, their gazes filled with anger and regret.
They’d placed such an important bet on him.
But Zhang Duotuo had brought them a crushing defeat.
That bead was their holy land’s treasured guardian artifact.
