Chapter 33: Gang-Beating Zhang Song

"Hmm, he didn't erupt into action immediately; it seems his strength is average, and he lacks absolute certainty."

Observing Zhang Song, who was feigning death, Du En silently weighed and evaluated in his heart, "However, to be able to pretend so convincingly, deceiving everyone else involved in the process, this skill of restraining his aura to fake death is not insignificant."

If not for those eyes being restless, Du En likely wouldn't have been able to detect it.

He pondered secretly while surveying the overall situation.

Controlling the efficiency and speed, he continued his work.

As time passed and the temperature rose, Zhang Song, exposed to the sun high in the sky, felt his already unstable heart become rapidly irritable.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

I will still kill you all and sacrifice you to the Supreme Lord!

He roared in his heart, mixed with anger, and just as he stood up and pulled out a hidden dagger, a handful of yellow sand was thrown right into his face.

He was panting rapidly like a broken bellows, struggling to stand.

Wei Ming and the others were startled, and Zhang Song also realized that he had been discovered.

Pitter-patter.

Zhang Song let out strange cries repeatedly and couldn't help but spit out sand; he felt incredibly stifled.

Whoosh!

A scorching fireball the size of a human head appeared before his hand, and with a phantom push, he shot it violently toward Du En.

"A bunch of lowly laborers! A bunch of lowly people! Ah! When will you finally be able to offer your lives to me!"

Because they had been taking turns hitting him, and Du En would occasionally land a heavy blow, Zhang Song was now like a bloody person; his original appearance was completely unrecognizable, and his five sense organs and seven orifices were basically all ruined.

Looking closer, he discovered that he was walking toward the place where the spare shovels were kept.

"Ah!"

This situation made the others who noticed it suddenly pause, feeling that something was not quite right.

Is the shovel broken?

The others turned their heads to look at the place where Du En had just buried the corpse; there, indeed, was a shovel with a bent blade.

Just when Du En suddenly approached, he snapped back to reality and was somewhat startled.

Zhang Song silently endured the whipping of his malice, believing this to be a test from the great Supreme Lord.

Even if he chose to grit his teeth and endure an attack in the next moment, taking the opportunity to grab a shovel, thinking he would catch one person first, pull them over, and slit their throat.

He burned himself.

It must be like this!

He was drowned in his own world, unable to pull himself out, and unknowingly, as the timing reached his turn, Du En had already arrived before him.

"Blood! Fear! Despair! Ah! If not for this, I would have killed you all long ago!"

"Boss, we can't do it anymore, we have no strength left!"

Until the others' magic power and physical strength were drained, and they truly could not launch any more attacks.

"No! There's a problem! That's a living person!"

"Abominable! Hateful! Loathsome!"

On the way, it also grazed the shovel he was holding, which immediately turned red-hot, and molten iron flowed downward.

Zhang Song was stunned at first, then felt the pain strike; no longer hiding it, he widened his eyes, only to see a shovel deeply embedded in one of his knees.

Holding it with one hand, he slapped the ground violently, and using the leverage, he raised his body directly, then another handful of yellow sand was thrown, splashing right onto Zhang Song.

"Do not get close casually, use the Sand-Raising Technique, wait for an opportunity to act, and pay attention to dodging!"

Zhang Song's mood also relaxed.

"Damn it, ptooey! Fuck!"

He was just waiting for Du En to approach again so he could erupt into action.

The five people lay scattered about, not feeling too nervous.

Yet, once Du En succeeded with one move, he immediately chose to retreat, giving him absolutely no chance to erupt into a tangled fight.

Malice continued to gush from the bottom of his heart, but his body grew increasingly cold and dead.

He wasn't dead yet, but new and minor wounds were constantly accumulating.

With most of his vision lost and a leg gone, Zhang Song, standing on one leg like a golden rooster, had truly not anticipated this development, so he subconsciously adopted a defensive stance.

Sss!

Just as he was secretly chuckling, suddenly, a similar sound rang out.

Continue the gang-beating!

That wasn't all; Du En took advantage of his moment of distraction, rushed over, and shoveled his remaining leg into uselessness.

Hmm?

Wait!

Du En easily dodged and casually pulled back the shovel that was stuck in Zhang Song's leg.

Du En's instructions were issued at this moment, quickly stabilizing the others' state of mind.

Ning Cai was the first to react to the blood-spraying situation; a dead person, a corpse, could not have such a large, red, and fresh amount of blood spraying out!

What?!

"That's what I'm saying, I'm so tired I don't want to move."

"Awooo! I'll kill you!"

Pitter-patter, it smeared on his face and in his eyes, hitting his cheeks painfully and causing his eyes to crack slightly.

"Awooo!"

Thus, whenever the group had a chance, under the cover of others, they would rush up, urge their magic power, explode with strength, and swing a shovel, whether to slap, cut, or smash.

Fortunately, in the end, it was just a false alarm.

The sesame-sized grains of sand were hard; although still only controlled at the "glimpsing the path" stage, they accumulated over time, following the old pits and old positions, and at this moment, they pierced through the eyelids and the skin of the face.

"Hoo, hoo, hoo..."

"Ah!"

The miserable scream came to an abrupt halt.

After the shock came the impatience.

Zhang Song, in extreme pain and rage, twisted his body violently and erupted toward Du En's side.

What is going on?!

Wei Ming and the others were also bewildered at this moment.

Zhang Song couldn't help but scream again, but Du En had long been prepared; mana erupted from the soles of his feet, and his entire body lunged forward, the shovel in his hand thrusting straight into that wide-open mouth.

That's right!

"Mmph!"

From their perspective, they had just been about to withdraw their gaze and focus their attention on burying the corpse, when they saw Du En pick up a spare shovel and turn to throw it with a violent heave.

He had studied the Sand-Throwing Technique for a long time and had even been guided by Du En; catching owls was no longer a problem, but he had never used it against a real enemy or opponent, so now was the perfect time to test it out!

Thus, in the following moments, surrounding Zhang Song, with Du En demonstrating and giving instructions, the six of them took turns casting the spell, handful after handful of sand being plastered onto the opponent's face.

Zhang Song could not open his eyes at all, and even his ears, having been intentionally targeted by Du En who had seized the initiative, were also blocked and poked, essentially rendering them useless.

"Damn it, where did this middle-stage Qi Refining cultivator come from? If you want to kill someone, why go through all this trouble? Just come at me openly!"

Du En did not walk toward the head and shoulders of the corpse as he had done before.

Moreover, although the fireball was fierce, it did not hit.

Because this time, Zhang Song had urged his mana to protect and brace this side in advance, which is why it was not shoveled off again.

However, just as he had grabbed it, Du En spoke up and told everyone to let go, making his actions essentially a wasted effort.

Ridiculous! So what if a leg is broken?

"Careful, cough, cough... this guy isn't dead yet."

With a swish, a leg was snapped into two pieces!

He figured that after taking out the leader of these six, the others would surely fall into deep fear and despair; the delicious blood that would flow out then would be the most suitable and most useful!

"Sss, sss, sss~"

They had never encountered such a situation before, but it was easy to understand: this person had gone to such great lengths to feign death and play corpse, surely harboring malicious intentions!

Now that they had a plan of action, everyone gripped their shovels tightly, quickly widened the distance, and spread out to surround him, feeling somewhat eager to try.

Fresh blood sprayed out from within, making a hissing sound.

He wasn't even allowed to finish a single complete sentence.

Before him stood the calm-eyed Du En.

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