"..."
Looking at Zhang Chulan's smug expression, Wu Tong silently turned off the recording function on his phone and glanced at the three-minute-long audio file. He nodded in satisfaction.
Perfect. Another little leverage over Zhang Chulan was secured.
If any trouble arose in the future, he could just toss it to this guy.
And if Zhang Chulan dared to refuse?
Well…
"Chulan, you wouldn't want the group leader to know you mocked her, would you?"
"What a twisted sense of humor," Feng Shayuan muttered under her breath, having discreetly observed Wu Tong's actions. She rolled her eyes but kept her voice barely audible.
"Chulan, Wu Tong, it seems you two know the young lady in the arena?" Feng Zhenghao asked, noticing their reactions.
Though Feng Zhenghao had also been momentarily stunned by Gu Ruoli's punch, as one of the Ten Legends in the Outcast world, he had seen his fair share of shocking scenes. He quickly regained his composure.
Feng Zhenghao's question snapped Zhang Chulan out of his gloating.
"Ah…" Zhang Chulan paused briefly, then his eyes gleamed with realization.
So, Feng Zhenghao is trying to probe for information about the group leader?
It seemed Feng Zhenghao had already noticed something and was digging for details.
No surprise there. This is the man who single-handedly fought his way into the Ten Legends. His observational skills are sharp—these old foxes are always quick on the uptake.
Zhang Chulan relaxed. He had anticipated this. After all, he had revealed too much already.
Besides, he wasn't the only clever person in the world. With enough effort, anyone could trace the anomalies back to him.
But that didn't matter. The more people who knew, the more "tools" he could recruit.
As for the risks of exposure?
Zhang Chulan smirked and gestured subtly to the chat group's backup team behind him.
With the chat group's support, I fear no enemy!
Backed by the chat group, Zhang Chulan was confident he could handle any threat in this world.
Truthfully, he had never intended to keep things hidden—otherwise, he wouldn't have collaborated with the government.
But if someone wanted to board his ship?
Fine.
Just remember: when they disembark wouldn't be their choice.
With that in mind, Zhang Chulan decided to reveal the truth about the chat group and the myriad worlds to Feng Zhenghao, tying him to his cause.
After all, they couldn't steal the chat group. If they wanted to explore other worlds, they'd have to rely on him.
Another destined worker, delivering himself to my doorstep—and bringing his whole family along too!
Zhang Chulan grinned. "Of course we know her. This violent—ahem—this young lady is the leader of our chat group."
"Chat group?"
"Yes, Chairman Feng. This so-called chat group is…"
—
While Zhang Chulan explained the concept of infinite worlds to Feng Zhenghao, a new battle began in the arena.
Though Gu Ruoli's swift takedown of the gloomy young man seemed lengthy, it had only lasted moments.
On the other side, the honest-faced young man shuddered at the sight of his companion's miserable fate and quickly shifted his focus to Bai Shuran.
Damn, that girl is terrifying! What kind of strength is that?
Is it body refinement? A special amplification technique? Or is she a natural-born Outcast?
Whatever it is, I'm no match for her. Better not provoke her.
That guy over there looks weak, though. Maybe I can eliminate him first.
At least that way, even if I lose to the girl later, it won't be too embarrassing.
Sorry, buddy. Blame your own weakness.
With that thought, the honest-faced young man rushed toward Bai Shuran, calling out, "Sorry, pal. Here I come!"
Activating Yu Steps, he moved with the rhythm of the Big Dipper, closing the distance in an instant.
Eight Extremes·Iron Mountain Charge!
Ten meters away, he already assumed the stance for the technique, ready to strike the moment he reached Bai Shuran.
But it was all futile.
Bai Shuran watched him approach, a lazy smile on his lips. Casually, he activated his martial soul.
Myriad Phenomena Eyes—open.
His amber eyes transformed into shimmering gold pupils, radiating a faint golden light.
The lazy, easygoing aura around him subtly shifted, now carrying a trace of divine majesty.
Those golden eyes, brimming with sanctity, bore down on the honest-faced young man like the gaze of a god, instilling an overwhelming sense of insignificance.
The young man's steps faltered. Under that gaze, he felt like a mortal standing before a deity, too awed to even think of defiance.
Ignoring his stunned opponent, Bai Shuran narrowed his eyes slightly, and six spirit rings materialized behind him.
...
"Holy shit! Did I just see Douluo?"
"Damn! A martial soul? And spirit rings?"
"Where's the dimensional wall? Someone call Akivili to fix this!"
"Didn't you watch the last match? In Arena D, those cosplayers also used martial soul powers."
"Wait, seriously? Tell us more!"
"But how is this possible? Isn't this a fictional power system?"
"Did Tang Jia San Shao make it real? Did he create the Douluo world, or did it always exist?"
"And if Douluo is real, what about Perfect World, Swallowed Star, Coiling Dragon, Galactic God...? Are those worlds real too?"
(End of Chapter)