Klei saw Barker step out empty-handed, without a weapon, and couldn't help reminding him, "Aren't you going to use a weapon?"
"Not for now." Barker's voice was cold when he spoke to outsiders.
Klei was displeased by Barker's answer, but didn't dare show it. It was obvious that Barker and the others belonged to the same sect.
There were thirty-one people present in all. Barker and his fellow disciples made up eleven, and the War God Sect had another eleven. That left only nine unaffiliated cultivators, so Klei didn't dare act recklessly.
Still, he muttered with some displeasure, "Barker, you're certainly confident."
After saying that, Klei soared into the air. They were standing on War God Mountain, after all, and he wouldn't dare damage it while fighting as a Saint.
But the moment Klei moved and flew into the air, Barker followed just as quickly—if not faster.
After all, the Zhan Tiangang Zhao Nan had taught him was focused on speed.
Even when it wasn't used to attack, it made traveling far faster than usual.
"Haha... come on!"
Seeing Barker's movements, Klei excitedly shouted at him.
Then he turned into a blur and charged at Barker, slamming his right fist toward him.
Barker paid no attention to the fist coming at him, nor to the shrill whistle it carried or the ripples in the air. He simply stood still, waiting for Klei's fist.
Boom!
A thunderous crash rang through the air. Everyone saw Klei's fist hit Barker, but it didn't break through his defenses at all. Barker's expression didn't change in the slightest, as if he hadn't been struck.
Once Klei had pulled back his fist with a grim expression, Barker rubbed the spot where he'd been hit and looked at him disdainfully. "Is that all you've got?
"If you