Chapter 262: Chapter 262 Danger (One more chapter to congratulate the Alliance Leader’s broken car)

The so-called duel is actually a contest where each party can resort to surprising tactics.

However, most of the time, duelists are concerned about maintaining face—if they’re shameless, they would simply ambush someone, so why bother with a duel?

Therefore, using poison in a duel is considered an excessive act.

Of course, one could use excuses like “I am a pharmacist” to justify it, though it’s a stretch.

If someone says “I am an Array Master”, winning by using formations, then they should use an Array Plate carried on their person, not set up in advance.

Without fairness, what’s the point of having a duel?

If so, by simply declaring “I am the Shopkeeper”, wouldn’t one be able to summon a bunch of underlings to assist?

Thus, the current situation, where the Yongyi Duke and Lord Beiyuan’s side, seems very shameless in everyone’s eyes.

But obviously, the imagination of the masses is limited by status; when high-ranking individuals really act shamelessly, they truly become the epitome of brazenness.

As the great formation activated, three figures suddenly leaped out from the crowd of spectators—a pair of High-Rank Martial Masters and another person standing eerily in mid-air, again an Innate Expert—strange, why say “again”?

A few County Soldiers maintaining order approached upon seeing this, “Please wait…”

“Out of the way!” The Innate Expert raised his hand and sent two County Soldiers tumbling away with a gesture.

A High-Rank Martial Master shouted, “The Wonderful Hand Pavilion seeks revenge, bystanders disperse, do not get yourselves hurt!”

The spectating crowd erupted upon hearing this—how could an organization known for underhanded tactics dare to appear so publicly and boldly?

The reputation of the Wonderful Hand Pavilion was indeed tarnished, so the crowd turned their attention back to the two nobles.

Lord Beiyuan and the Princely Heir, however, were sipping tea, not even glancing in that direction, speaking softly and laughing about something.

In fact, the Wonderful Hand Pavilion had appeared in public more than just a few times. This time, under the banner of “vengeance”, it was clearly aiming to seek justice for the fallen Soul Capture Spike.

As the two nobles were ignoring the private feud, it was not utterly unreasonable.

The reaction of the two nobles served as a weathervane; with neither of them reacting, other officials were even less willing to intervene.

Even the county magistrate presiding over the duel remained expressionless and did nothing—the three must be a fallback plan arranged by the nobles, right?

Whether it was or wasn’t, he had decided to remain silent.

About a mile and a half away, Tian Yangni glanced at Lang Zhen, clearly asking: Should we take action?

Lone Wolf’s face was expressionless; he tapped lightly on his leg with one hand, looking very relaxed.

No one had more confidence in the Divine Doctor than he did; he had witnessed too many of Feng Jun’s explosive moments.

Without mentioning other instances, didn’t the battle with Luo Wendao bear a striking resemblance to the current situation?

Seeing his lack of urgency, Tian Yangni also calmed down and simultaneously tried to soothe his family’s youths with a look: Be patient.

The Tian Family stabilized, but the young master from the Yu Family was a bit impatient, quietly asking, “Sister… shall we make a move?”

“No panic,” the older sister answered softly, “this is nothing. We should get closer to have a look, but let others stay back.”

Leaving the rest of the onlookers aside, the account returns to the three who charged into the midst of the duel, stopping at the edge of the white fog, where the two High-Rank Martial Masters staggered slightly, distancing themselves by over two hundred meters each.

Thus, the three formed an equilateral triangle.

And the large expanse of white fog at the center became the incircle of the triangle.

One of the High-Rank Martial Masters took out a small green flag and began waving it clearly that was the command flag capable of controlling the formation.

Upon seeing the white mist, Feng Jun felt a slight sinking in his heart: trouble, it’s a formation.

He wasn’t very knowledgeable about formations, but the presence of such strange phenomena, combined with the power of Spirit Stones, left no doubt—it must be a formation.

In The Secular World, there are plenty of legends about Immortal Arrays, and although most of them are exaggerated, Feng Jun was certain of one thing: there’s more than meets the eye in a formation.

If someone thinks they can simply pick a direction and walk out of an Immortal Array with merely a hundred meters in diameter, they are sorely mistaken.

Moreover, there are too many ways to lay a trap within an Immortal Array; charging out blindly is akin to courting death.

As he pondered, he suddenly noticed that the white fog before him began to tumble and boil, as if a cloud was shifting shapes capriciously nearby, giving a real sense of clouds rolling and flowing.

However, clearly, this was not the time to admire the scenery. He was slightly taken aback, “Someone is controlling the formation?”

The Array Master managing the formation was very skilled, appearing relaxed and at ease with the task at hand.

What they were most worried about was failing to intimidate the thousand or so spectators, considering that the attendants and officials accompanying the two nobles, together with the County Soldiers, would not exceed three hundred people. The remaining seven or eight hundred people comprised mostly of commoners.

With the nobles unresponsive and neither the Tian nor Yu families interfering, the hundreds of spectators, lacking a recognized leader, could only fall into disarray.

This made the three of them feel that this operation was especially effortless.

There were no troubles outside the formation; inside, even less likely. This Immortal Array is known as the “Dense Mist Trapping Array.” Although it is said not to be very high-level, it can trap Immortals, let alone mere Martial Masters, which goes without saying.

Moreover, the Array Master, by manipulating the formation, can force people into an extremely narrow space. After that, even if they do nothing, wait for ten days or half a month, and the people in the formation will have to kneel.

Not to mention High-Rank Martial Masters, even Innate Experts, would struggle to survive such a long time without eating or drinking, right?

The formation itself is designed to entrap people, consuming very little Spirit Stone energy; it can last for three to five months, almost like play.

However, since an Immortal Array was involved, it was too easy to alert Mortals; therefore, the plan of the three was to capture Feng Jun as quickly as possible and end this farce.

Indeed, they intended to capture him alive to learn many things from him and to obtain a rich reward. If they forced the man to death, these Spirit Stones would have been wasted in vain, which would not be worth it at all.

If they truly wanted to kill Feng Jun outright, using an Immortal Array might not be the best choice. With so many experts, including Innate Experts, an ambush might have been more effective.

Because they wanted to capture him as soon as possible, they not only activated the Immortal Array but also planned to release Bewitching Heart Poison Powder after half a day—by that time, the Yu Family’s Antidote Pill would be almost out of effect.

Frankly, the Yu Family’s Antidote Pill was only average against Bewitching Heart Poison; everyone proceeded with this plan just for an added layer of insurance.

As for the other two people inside the array, they could not afford to consider them—If they could survive, they would be lucky; if they died, well, it was just bad luck.

In fact, when these two were dispatched, they were deemed as chips that could be sacrificed at any time.

These two, as chips, failed to capture their opponent desperately, causing a benefactor to resort to alternative methods, which was a big mistake. So, if they were accidentally hurt, they had no right to blame others…

The High-Rank Martial Master’s cyan flag fluttered tirelessly, and the space within the formation trapping the people also shrank continuously.

Of course, these changes were invisible from outside the formation. Those within, though unable to see, could acutely feel the pressure from all directions.

Feng Jun’s face turned a bit dark because he suddenly realized that he could no longer enter his mobile phone!

Escaping dangerous situations by entering and exiting the mobile phone space was his most fundamental means of survival. It was precisely because of this trump card that he dared to respond to the challenge, fully aware of the traps ahead.

With the mobile phone in hand, he still couldn’t enter.

He tapped on it twice and found that it wasn’t an illusion. His heart chilled, and he checked his friends’ list, finding no response there either.

After being stunned for a moment, he sighed heavily, “Ah, I really was too confident.”

But he was never one to give up on himself. Next, he circulated his energy for protection and pondered over what had happened.

After what seemed like an eternity, he finally felt a subtle difference in the pressure from outside his body—had the pressure changed?

Noticing this, he paid closer attention and couldn’t help but smile: Indeed it had!

Why was he so happy? Because he was unwilling to believe that the adventure had left him—Even without the adventure, you should send me, a plane-blind mortal, back to my original place, shouldn’t you?

Where you come from is where you return; isn’t that the universal rule?

Although he was reluctant to believe the adventure was gone, he was always anxious until he felt the pressure from the space that allowed him to breathe a sigh of relief.

Pressure from space? Yes, the pressure from space; someone outside was frantically waving the cyan flag.

But Feng Jun had already found the key reason for his mobile phone’s malfunction: spatial overlap!

Spatial overlap is terrifying. Feng Jun isn’t a science student, but he generally understood the concept.

Spatial overlap, depending on the situation, could lead to various consequences, the severest being spatial annihilation… it should lead to annihilation, right?

Okay, that sounded too severe. Let’s say the least dramatic consequence—it might cause Spatial Disturbance.

Indeed, a disturbance. The shifting spaces would interfere with each other.

To prove this, he calmly sensed the surrounding pressure…

The High-Rank Martial Master controlling the formation outside was quite relaxed, with an Innate Expert behind him; possibly, the enemies wouldn’t dare to approach, and in the watching crowd, resentful but silent gazes were everywhere.

Can glaring kill? He thought disdainfully, if you dare, come at me.

They wouldn’t dare to approach! He was very aware of this. But even if they came forward to fight, he wouldn’t fear; maintaining the compressing space inside the array wasn’t necessary all the time—pausing occasionally wouldn’t matter.

Indeed, pausing really wouldn’t matter. Even if some backlash occurred, it would be exceedingly slow and could be suppressed at any time.

Such backlash might draw the attention of the Martial Artists inside the array, giving rise to a glimmer of hope they shouldn’t harbor, thereby… causing them to exhaust a great deal of their physical and spiritual energy.

Thinking this, he couldn’t help but slow the waving of his command flag. Come on, let’s enjoy ourselves; after all, there’s plenty of time…

No, that’s wrong. It’s… come on, retaliate; you’re so arrogant anyway…

(First update, congratulations to the leader for breaking the bicycle. Due to the character limit for chapter titles, I can only refer to it as “broken bike,” which I really didn’t do on purpose. Everyone, believe me, and also, cast your monthly votes for me.)