1368 Thirteen Gangsters

Many young people, including Hu Jie and Zhu Lang, looked at Guo Li differently now. They no longer dared to underestimate her and treat her as just a lady.

Duan Ling Tian, on the other hand, was not surprised at all.

Guo Li was only 27 years old. She became the No.1 powerhouse among the younger generation in Fuyu Town even though she was a lady. She even defeated Ye Man who was at the Intermediate Stage of the Mortal Shedding Stage like her. One could tell her ability was extraordinary.

Hu Jie was about to look for his next target when his expression changed slightly. He had noticed the young man under Guo Li's foot had stood up and was staring at him resentfully. It was obvious he thought Hu Jie and Guo Li were partners. Her earlier action had been taken as her standing up for him.

At this moment, Hu Jie decided to temporarily give up on fighting for a cottage near the entrance. He covered his nose and went into a cottage near the manure pit. Although it was foul-smelling, he decided to endure it for now.

When Duan Ling Tian was about to walk into his cottage, a young man smirked and said to Guo Li who was also walking into her cottage, "What a heroine! You're strong, beautiful… Why don't you try challenging the Thirteen Gangsters? You can take over the cottage they occupy as long as you're able to defeat one of the Thirteen Gangsters." The young man pointed at the high platform behind the manure pit as he spoke. There were thirteen brand new cottages on top of it.

"You won't smell anything if you live up there… There's a mini wind attribute formation at the side of the high platform that blows the stench from the manure pit to us," the young man continued to persuade her, "Moreover, if you're one of the Thirteen Gangsters, you'll be rewarded with one hundred eighth grade Saint Stones each month even if you rank last… On the other hand, we're only given ten eighth Grade Saint Stones each month."

Thirteen Gangsters?

After hearing the young man's words, not only Guo Li, even Duan Ling Tian, Hu Jie, and Zhu Lang looked at the brand new cottages on the high platform.

'That's where the Thirteen Gangsters Senior Lin mentioned are staying?' Duan Ling Tian thought to himself.

At this moment, Guo Li and the others regained their senses as well.

"What the hell! We only get ten eighth grade Saint Stones every month while they get at least a hundred eighth grade Saint Stones each month… That's not fair, that's not fair!" Zhu Lang cried out.

"What are the Thirteen Gangsters' cultivation base like?" Guo Li's eyes lit up. She was interested in becoming one of the Thirteen Gangsters. However, she remained calm and did not impulsively rush there.

"Apart from those ranked in the top five who are at the Mastery Stage of the Mortal Shedding Stage… The rest are at the Intermediate Stage of the Mortal Shedding Stage." Many of them fought to answer Guo Li's question. "The thirteen cottages on the high platform… The Thirteen Gangsters' ranking is arranged by sequence from left to right."

"The person staying at the cottage on the far left is the No.1 among the Thirteen Gangsters! Meanwhile, the one staying at the far right is the weakest one among the thirteen people," many of them explained while more of them were watching unblinkingly. They were waiting to see what was going to happen since they enjoyed chaos.

"There are signs on them," Duan Ling Tian who was observant noticed there were signs carved on the thirteen cottages on the high platform… It was one to thirteen from left to right.

"The top three Thirteen Gangsters stand a chance of meeting the Master City Governor to learn from him… ," someone added.

"I, Zhu Lang, will get myself a spot in the Thirteen Gangsters!" Zhu Lang shouted. Due to the Flight Prohibiting Formation in the city, he could only run to the side of the manure pit and hop on the high platform where the Thirteen Gangsters resided with his strength.

"Haha! This is going to be a great show."

"I wonder if he'll make the Thirteen Gangsters bleed."

"I don't think so. Let's not talk about the five Thirteen Gangsters at the Mastery Stage of the Mortal Shedding Stage… Even those ranked in the last eight at the Intermediate Stage of the Mortal Shedding Stage are remarkable among people at the Mortal Shedding Stage."

"That's right. Otherwise, they wouldn't be one of the Thirteen Gangsters."

…

Many of them had an anticipatory expression on their faces as they looked at the high platform.

"He only just arrived at the Latent Dragon Camp, and he's already challenging the Thirteen Gangsters?" At this moment, more young men and women walked out of the dilapidated cottages one after another. Zhu Lang's words had caught their attention.

They were all looking at the high platform with an amused expression when they walked out of the cottage.

Duan Ling Tian raised his eyebrows and easily discovered with his Divine Eye that these people were also at the Early Stage and Intermediate Stage of the Mortal Shedding Stage… This was not surprising since they would be one of the Thirteen Gangsters if they were at the Mastery Stage of the Mortal Shedding Stage. They would not be staying here, smelling the stench from the manure pit.

Apart from receiving a hundred eighth grade Saint Stones every month, the Thirteen Gangsters' residence did not reek of the manure pit. It was clear they had special privileges.

Why would those who were slightly more powerful not want to be one of the Thirteen Gangsters?

Naturally, this excluded those sadistic ones who enjoyed the stench coming from below.

Duan Ling Tian was not sadistic. Therefore, he decided to challenge the Thirteen Gangster to become one of them.

Soon after, Zhu Lang arrived at the last cottage.

Perhaps Zhu Lang was a little impulsive due to his rage earlier, but he had calmed down after arriving on the high platform. He chose to fight the weakest one among the Thirteen Gangsters, the occupant of cottage No.13.

The closer the cottage was to the front, the better the privileges… The difference in ability between them was quite big.

Those who ranked in the top five were geniuses at the Mastery Mortal Shedding Stage.

Although the others who ranked from six to thirteen were just at the Intermediate Mortal Shedding Stage, there were differences in their abilities… The occupant of cottage No.13 cottage was undoubtedly the weakest of them all.

However, like the saying went, 'A lean camel is still bigger than a horse'.

No.13 was only the weakest compared to the other twelve, but not when compared to everyone else.

"The air is so much fresher here," Zhu Lang said as he indulged himself and took a deep breath while he stood in front of cottage no. 13. There was no foul stench here. It was like a completely different world up here compared to the cottages below the high platform.

Soon after, Zhu Lang yelled at cottage No.13, "Hey! The fellow staying in No.13, come out right now… I, Master Zhu, wants your kennel!"

Kennel?

The group of people, including Duan Ling Tian and Guo Li, stared at him with an odd manner when they heard his words.

This fellow called cottage No.13 a kennel?

Would that not mean he was fighting for a kennel?

"Hahaha… Who dares to challenge me, Hou Lin?" When Zhu Lang finished speaking, a burst of laughter came from inside the cottage. The laugh was maniacal and unscrupulous. One could tell the person was arrogant from his laugh.

At this moment, the door swung open, and a tall, big, and terrifying young man walked out. He stood there like a tower, inspiring fear in people when they looked at him.

The young man was close to two meters tall.

He was No.13 among the Thirteen Gangsters in Latent Dragon Camp. With his cultivation base at the Intermediate Stage of the Mortal Shedding Stage, he was one of the best among the camp's Martial Cultivators and Dao Cultivators at the same level.

At this moment, he was glaring at ZhuLang with his big and ferocious eyes. "So, Shorty, you're challenging me, Hou Lin?"

Shorty?

Duan Ling Tian's lip twitched involuntarily when he heard Hou Lin's words.

No matter what, Zhu Lang was still 1.7 meters tall, but Hou Lin had called him Shorty… It was only natural since Zhu Lang was a little short compared to Hou Lin's two meters in height.

"We'll see how a big guy like you is going to defeat me, the shorty!" Zhu Lang's face turned solemn, and his eyes turned red when he heard Hou Lin's mocking words. He stomped his feet, and his body began to spin. It was as though a tornado had descended on the place.

'What a powerful movement technique!' Duan Ling Tian's eyes lit up.

The movement technique Zhu Lang was currently performing was even a few times faster than Ye Man from the Ye Clan of Fuyu Town… Naturally, Zhu Lang was still slower than Duan Ling Tian.

"Your speed's pretty good… But you won't be able to defeat me with just your speed!" Hou Lin's face turned ferocious when faced with Zhu Lang who was charging at him like a tornado. He flexed the muscles on his body, causing his clothes to tightened. If not for his loose clothes, it would have been torn from his flexing.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

…

As Zhu Lang got closer to Hou Lin, a sword appeared in his hand out of thin air. He swung his sword in an arc smoothly, making it appear like a flowing dragon. It was majestic.

He seemed to be drawing an arc in the air every time he swung his sword.

'Zhu Lang's sword is faster than Ye Man… In fact, his combined ability is much more powerful than Ye Man.' When Duan Ling Tian witnessed this, he could not help but think of Ye Man, the Martial Cultivator at the Intermediate Mortal Shedding Stage, whom he had fought with previously.

It was the first time he had fought a Martial Cultivator at the Mortal Shedding Stage since he arrived at the Dao Martial Saint Land. Although Ye Man's ability was great, he was still no match for Duan Ling Tian.

Duan Ling Tian had defeated him in just one blow.

As Zhu Lang's tornado-like body swung the sword in arcs, Hou Liu turned solemn as an iron staff appeared in his hand.

Naturally, it was not an ordinary iron staff. It was a Human Rank Mediocre Saint Weapon.

"Ha!!" At this moment, Hou Lin shouted and shook the iron staff in his hand. The iron staff began to spin rapidly before his body like a windmill.

'Is this an attack technique or a defensive technique?' Duan Ling Tian was stunned when he saw Hou Ling handling the iron staff deftly, causing the air to tremble around him.

Perhaps due to the strong gravity at the Dao Martial Saint Land, Duan Ling Tian noticed the technique Hou Lin had cast only created rumbling airwaves here. It would have caused a chaotic shockwave if he were to cast this technique on Cloud Continent.

Right at this moment, Zhu Lang arrived before Hou Lin and swung his sword at him.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

…

As the sound of weapon colliding reverberated in the air, Zhu Lang's body began to shudder. Eventually, the hand that was holding the sword shook, and fresh blood flowed from his torn purlicue.

At the same time, the sword in his hand was hit by the iron staff in Hou Lin's hand and fell to the ground with a loud clang.

In the next second, the iron staff in Hou Lin's hand decelerated its speed, and he stepped forward to kick Zhu Lang who had yet to stand up properly.