Martial God Asura Chapter 6107: Cunning Brat

Chapter 6107: Cunning Brat

Chapter 6107: Cunning Brat

After Baili Zilin left his name on the mountain peak, the formation core expanded to envelop Chu Feng and Baili Zilin.

A formation tower emerged at the center of the formation core. The formation tower consisted of nine levels, and each level signified a choice. The choice they made would determine the format of the final test.

There was a formation core inside the tower that was shaped like a fruit. Whichever level the fruit was unleashed determined the final test.

The ninth level should have been the hardest, though it also provided the greatest reward too. The keen-eyed Chu Feng realized that the ninth level was relatively simpler because it allowed external help.

That should have been a good thing, but that backfired when Baili Zilin was a compet.i.tor here.

How could Chu Feng compete with Baili Zilin in terms of external help?

The latter had the entire Netherworld Sect behind him!

Song Yun had said that the Netherworld Sect possessed unfathomable strength, and what he had seen thus far was definitely not the Netherworld Sect’s true strength.

So, Chu Feng couldn’t let Baili Zilin get what he wanted.

However, Baili Zilin put his everything into channeling the fruit toward the ninth level from the start. This was bewildering as he shouldn’t have been able to see through the tower so quickly, given his limited capabilities as a world spiritist.

Chu Feng quickly channeled the fruit too to stop him.

To his astonishment, Baili Zilin was able to rival him in channeling the fruit despite his poor results in deciphering the formation and scaling the stairs.

Baili Zilin did his best to push the fruit up, whereas Chu Feng used all his might to impede it. The fruit was moving slowly, but at this rate, it was only a matter of time before it reached the peak.

“Chu Feng, you are an embarra.s.sment to Jie Ranqing’s name,” Baili Zilin provoked Chu Feng.

He had been waiting for this moment. He felt exhilarated to see how much Chu Feng was struggling.

He initially didn’t think much of Chu Feng, but Eggy’s appearance dealt a huge blow to him, crus.h.i.+ng his pride and inflicting great suffering upon him. But he could at least console himself then that Chu Feng’s world spiritist was the strong one, not him.

He hadn’t lost yet.

But when Jie Mubai opened the Luck Saint Realm for him, he confidently thought that he could make history. He thought that he could still build his name in the world of cultivation through this despite his loss to Chu Feng.

Chu Feng’s appearance here came as a huge blow to him.

This was the first time he felt the full extent of Chu Feng’s talent. He could no longer tell himself that Chu Feng was nothing without his world spirit. He tried to tell himself that Chu Feng only reached the mountain peak so quickly with the help of a treasure, but he knew deep down that it was just a consolation.

Chu Feng was the son of the great Jie Ranqing, after all, an inheritor of the Ruler’s Bloodline. He was bound to have something to him.

But now, he had finally suppressed Chu Feng, even though he knew that this was all thanks to Jie Mubai.

“Young master Zilin, devote yourself fully to channeling the formation core. Pay close attention to everyone that happens, including Chu Feng. Let me know right away if anything happens,” Jie Mubai said.

Baili Zilin stopped provoking Chu Feng.

He could tell from the slight change in Jie Mubai’s voice that he wasn’t doing well. The latter must have paid a heavy price to suppress Chu Feng.

Jie Mubai was indeed in a terrible condition. His face and lips had turned pale, looking as if he had fallen gravely ill. This was the price of overexerting his spirit power.

He had to give it his all to give Baili Zilin an edge over Chu Feng in the Luck Saint Realm.

There were three pills and ten wooden boxes placed in front of him. The pills were potent medicine that enhanced his spirit power, each worth an exorbitant sum. The wooden boxes were inscribed with four words each—Luck Saint Fairy Exalted.

The more Jie Mubai channeled his formation, the worse his condition became.

However, he wasn’t fl.u.s.tered in the least. Instead, a faint smile emerged on his icy-cold face.

Through Baili Zilin’s description, he learned that Chu Feng was in a worse condition than him.

Chu Feng was sweating profusely, and he visibly grew much thinner in a short time. These were signs of extreme exertion.

Baili Zilin initially thought that Chu Feng couldn’t be bothered to reply to his taunts, but later, he realized that the latter simply didn’t have the strength to retort.

Even though Chu Feng was already giving his all, he was still helpless.

His resistance merely slowed the determination of the outcome; it couldn’t change the outcome.

“Elder, Chu Feng is reaching his limit. Let’s crush him in a single pus.h.!.+” Baili Zilin said.

The fruit had already reached the seventh floor of the tower.

Jie Mubai waved his sleeves and popped all three pills into his mouth. Immense energy flowed through his body, allowing him to pour even more spirit power into the formation.

The formation flowed into Baili Zilin’s formation armor, supplying Baili Zilin with more energy.

The fruit soon reached the eighth floor, and it was only a step away from reaching the highest floor.

“Release!” Chu Feng suddenly changed his hand seal with a roar.

Jie Mubai’s face distorted, and he hurriedly changed his hand seal too. Veins popped up on his temple, looking as if he was under huge pressure.

At the same time, the glowing fruit stopped ascending.

“What’s going on?” Jie Mubai anxiously asked.

“Elder, Chu Feng has fooled us! H-he preserved his strength! He’s trying to keep the formation core on the eighth floor!” Baili Zilin replied with a panicked voice.

He noticed that the emaciated Chu Feng had reverted to his original state as if what had happened earlier was just a lie. The latter even looked at him with a contemptuous sneer as if mocking everything he had done.

This made him realize that Chu Feng had feigned weakness to make him lower his guard.

From the start, Chu Feng’s goal had been the eighth floor!

“That cunning brat!” Jie Mubai cursed with clenched jaws.