“Rest assured, Senior, this junior will surely return victorious.”
With those words, Chu Feng soared into the air, landing at the center of the plaza.
“Little Eleven, are you the one facing me?”
Chu Feng asked with a playful smile.
“You little brat, how dare you talk like that? You think you can just call me Little Eleven?”
“Call me Lord Eleven!”
Little Eleven was visibly irritated.
“Lord?”
Chu Feng sneered, “A despicable person like you deserves to be called a lord?”
“Damn it, I’m going to teach you a lesson today!”
Little Eleven pointed at Zhang Duotuo, who was resting and healing nearby after leaving the plaza. “Kid, put it on. If you dare wear it, I’ll beat you until you’re crawling, worse than that old failure over there!”
Hearing this, Zhang Duotuo and Meng Rufei’s faces darkened.
They’d already lost, and now they were being insulted? What had they done to deserve this?
Chu Feng, meanwhile, donned the special cloak.
He didn’t examine it closely, as he’d already studied it before Little Eleven’s match with Zhang Duotuo.
The cloak was indeed a treasure.
Once worn, no matter one’s cultivation level, their power would be restricted.
Only spirit formation techniques could be used.
Unless the cloak was removed, it was as if one’s cultivation was nullified.
Chu Feng didn’t know where the Secret Cave Group Saints had gotten such an item.
But undeniably, it was a treasure.
“Come on, you didn’t lose badly enough last time. This time, I’ll make it even worse,” Chu Feng taunted after putting on the cloak.
“You little brat, I was careless last time. This time, you’ll see my true strength!”
As Little Eleven spoke, he pressed his palms together, not attacking immediately but beginning to set up a formation.
Chu Feng mirrored him, pressing his palms together to form a formation as well.
From Little Eleven’s earlier clash with Zhang Duotuo, Chu Feng had noticed that Little Eleven was no longer the same. His spirit formation power had drastically improved.
It wasn’t just a leap from Insect Mark to Snake Mark level; his combat strength had surged significantly.
Facing such a Little Eleven, Chu Feng couldn’t afford to be careless.
After all, he wasn’t sure if Little Eleven had gone all out against Zhang Duotuo.
“You little brat, daring to set up a formation at the same time as me?”
“You think you can outdo me in formation techniques?”
Little Eleven was a chatterbox, lacking the demeanor of a seasoned expert, more like a bratty child.
Even while forming his array, he kept mouthing off, taunting Chu Feng.
“You seem to have forgotten how badly I beat you last time.”
“If you can’t recall my strength, why not ask your big brother how it felt to be toyed with by an Insect Mark Saint-cloak while he was a Snake Mark Saint-cloak?”
Chu Feng said this, throwing a provocative glance at the Secret Cave Group Saints’ leader.
“You little brat, daring to mock me?”
“Little Eleven, teach him a lesson. Make him cry for his parents and call us ancestors!” the leader shouted.
“Don’t worry, Boss. I’ll show him our true strength,” Little Eleven replied.
“True strength?”
“If you put it that way, I think I get it.”
“So, even though you cheated your way into the Spirit Mansion Gate, your spirit formation techniques were still suppressed.”
“No wonder you were so weak back then—the weakest spirit masters I’ve ever faced,” Chu Feng mocked.
“You talk too much, kid.”
“Since you love talking, say a few more words.”
“You won’t get the chance soon, because you’ve pissed me off.”
“Lord Eleven’s going to make you cry!”
With that, Little Eleven unleashed a surge of boundless spirit formation power.
The power shot into the sky, swirling and condensing into a giant dragon.
Over ten thousand meters long, though formed by spirit power, it looked lifelike, as if a true dragon had descended, roaring with majestic might.
It opened its massive maw and charged at Chu Feng, as if to swallow him whole.
“Hmph.”
Chu Feng snorted coldly.
From his body, an equally powerful surge of spirit formation energy erupted.
It coiled and formed into a giant dragon as well.
Also ten thousand meters long, it matched Little Eleven’s dragon in size and aura.
Roar—
The dragon’s roar seemed to tear the void.
In an instant, the two formation dragons clashed.
The sky darkened, thunder roared.
The heavens and earth were shaken by the two dragons’ battle.
Yet, the fight was a stalemate, with no clear victor.
This outcome was unexpected.
“Zhuang Hong, your friend is truly remarkable,” the Red Cloak Holy Land elders said to Yin Zhuanghong, praising Chu Feng.
Initially, they hadn’t held high hopes for him.
After all, Chu Feng had just reached Snake Mark Saint-cloak level. No matter how talented, he was still a junior.
They assumed his mastery of spirit formation techniques couldn’t compare to the Secret Cave Group Saints, those old monsters.
They had let Chu Feng fight out of necessity, knowing the Secret Cave Group Saints’ nature.
If they didn’t seize this chance to win back the treasure, they might never get another.
Those guys would take their winnings and vanish.
Even if the Red Cloak Holy Land invited them again, they likely wouldn’t return.
So, they raised the stakes and let Chu Feng try, a desperate gamble.
But now, seeing Chu Feng hold his own against Little Eleven, possibly even winning, they were overjoyed.
While the Red Cloak Holy Land was thrilled, Zhang Duotuo felt humiliated.
Though Chu Feng was only tying with Little Eleven, at least he could hold his ground.
Zhang Duotuo, on the other hand, had been defeated in a single round.
They weren’t even on the same level.
This stark contrast made Zhang Duotuo feel utterly embarrassed.
