Beating Up Zhang Song

"Hmm, he didn't attack immediately. Seems his strength is average, and he's not fully confident."

Observing Zhang Song, who was faking his death, Du En silently assessed him in his mind. "However, to act so convincingly and fool everyone else in the process, this skill of suppressing his aura and faking death isn't minor."

If it weren't for those shifty eyes, Du En probably wouldn't have noticed.

While thinking secretly, he surveyed the entire situation.

Controlling the pace and efficiency, he continued his work.

As time passed and the temperature rose, Zhang Song, baked by the sun high in the sky, grew increasingly agitated, his already unstable mind becoming frantic.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

"Blood! Fear! Despair! Ah! If it weren't for this, I would have killed you all long ago!"

"Detestable! Hateful! Abominable!"

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

Malice welled up inside him, but his body grew colder and more lifeless.

Zhang Song silently endured the lashings of his own malice, believing it to be a test from the great Supreme Lord.

That's right!

It must be!

He was lost in his own world, unable to pull himself out, and without him realizing it, Du En, who had reached his turn, had arrived before him.

Du En did not, as usual, walk towards the head or shoulder of the corpse.

This situation made the others who noticed it freeze for a moment, feeling that something was amiss.

Upon closer inspection, they saw he was walking towards where the spare shovels were kept.

Was the shovel broken?

The others turned their heads to look at where Du En had just buried the body. Indeed, there was a shovel with a bent mouth.

Zhang Song's mood relaxed.

When Du En suddenly approached, he had snapped back to reality, startled.

Fortunately, it turned out to be a false alarm.

After the shock came impatience.

He just had to wait for Du En to get closer again, and then he would spring into action.

He figured that once he took down the leader of these six people, the others would fall into deep fear and despair, and the fresh, delicious blood that flowed then would be the most suitable and useful!

"Chichichi~"

Ch!

As he was inwardly chuckling sinisterly, a sound like that suddenly rang out.

Zhang Song froze for a moment, then felt a sharp pain. He stopped hiding, widened his eyes, and saw a shovel deeply embedded in one of his knees.

Blood gushed out, making a chi chi sound.

What's going on?!

Wei Ming and the others were also stunned.

From their perspective, just as they were about to look away and focus on burying the body, they saw Du En pick up a spare shovel and throw it fiercely.

With a swoosh, a leg was severed in two!

Huh?

Wait!

"Something's wrong! That's a living person!"

Ning Caize was the first to react to the spraying blood. A dead person, a corpse, wouldn't spurt such a large, red, and fresh amount of blood!

What?!

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

Ridiculous! What does it matter if one leg is broken?

I'll still kill you all and offer you as sacrifices to the Supreme Lord!

He roared inwardly, a mix of rage and indignation. As he stood up, drawing the dagger he had hidden, a handful of yellow sand flew directly into his face.

Pitter-patter, it stuck to his face and eyes, stinging his cheeks and making his eyes water.

With most of his vision gone and one leg broken, Zhang Song, standing on one leg like a flamingo, had truly not anticipated this turn of events. Therefore, he instinctively adopted a defensive stance.

"Don't come too close. Use the Sand Raising Technique, wait for an opportunity, and dodge!"

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

They had never encountered such a situation before, but they could easily understand that this person had gone to great lengths to fake his death with malicious intent!

With a plan of action now in place, everyone gripped their shovels, quickly pulled back, and spread out in a circle, feeling a bit eager to fight.

After practicing the Sand Raising Technique for a long time and even receiving pointers from Du En, catching owls was no longer an issue. However, he hadn't used it against a real enemy yet, so this was the perfect opportunity to test it out!

Thus, in the following moments, with Du En demonstrating and directing, six people took turns casting spells around Zhang Song, sending handfuls of sand towards each other's faces.

Zhang Song couldn't open his eyes at all. Even his ears, which Du En had targeted intentionally since he had the advantage, were blocked, rendering him basically helpless.

This way, whenever anyone had an opportunity, they would charge forward under the cover of others, channeling their Magic Power, unleashing their strength, and swinging their shovels in wide arcs, either patting, slicing, or smashing.

"Ah!"

"Aow!"

"Wuu!"

Zhang Song let out continuous yelps and couldn't help spitting out sand. He felt utterly stifled.

"Damn it, spit! F***!"

He couldn't even finish a complete sentence.

Even when he chose to grit his teeth and endure an attack, seizing the opportunity to grab a shovel and thinking of catching one person and slitting their throat.

However, the moment he grabbed it, Du En spoke directly, telling everyone to let go, rendering his actions essentially futile.

Not only that, but while Zhang Song was stunned, Du En rushed forward and scooped him with his shovel, incapacitating his remaining leg.

Because this time, Zhang Song had channeled his Magic Power to protect himself beforehand, his leg wasn't severed again.

"Aow! I'll kill you!"

In extreme pain and rage, Zhang Song twisted his body and lunged towards Du En.

BOOM!

A fiery fireball the size of a human head materialized before his hand. He pushed it forward, and it shot towards Du En.

Along the way, it grazed the shovel he was holding, immediately turning it cherry-red as molten iron flowed down.

He burned himself.

Moreover, although the fireball was fierce, it didn't hit its target.

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

Holding it in one hand, he slammed the ground, using the force to propel himself upwards. He raised another handful of yellow sand and flung it directly at Zhang Song.

Crackling.

The sesame-seed-sized sand grains were hard. Although he could only control it at the Initial Glimpse stage, the sheer accumulation allowed it to pierce through his eyelids and facial skin along the old wounds.

"Ah!"

Zhang Song cried out in agony again. Du En, already prepared, unleashed his Magic Power from the soles of his feet and charged forward, shoving the shovel straight into Zhang Song's wide-open mouth.

The scream abruptly stopped.

He wasn't dead yet, but new and old wounds were continuously accumulating.

What's more, Du En immediately retreated after landing a blow, giving him no chance to erupt and fight back.

The beating continued!

This went on until the others' Magic Power and stamina were depleted, and they could no longer launch an attack.

"Huff, huff, huff..."

"Boss, I can't anymore, we're out of energy!"

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

"Damn it, where did this Mid-stage Qi Refining cultivator come from? Why go to so much trouble to kill someone? Why not just do it openly!"

"Exactly, I'm so tired I don't even want to move."

The five men lay sprawled around, not showing much tension.

Because of their relentless attacks and Du En's sneak attacks, Zhang Song was now a bloody mess, his original appearance completely unrecognizable. His facial features and orifices were basically destroyed.

He stood, breathing raggedly like a bellows, struggling to remain upright.

Before him stood Du En, his eyes calm.