The group of boys continued to walk directly towards John, and based on their expressions, John knew that they were here specifically for him, and their intentions were not good either.
"Would you look at this. In this entire expansive world, we somehow manage to run into each other. It seems like our fates are intertwined," Jason called out as he stared directly at John with a large smile on his face.
Dylan and the rest of the group stood behind Jason, also with similar looks on their face.
"Something tells me fate has nothing to do with it," replied John in a casual tone. Although his demeanor appeared calm, he was constantly thinking of solutions to this crisis while keeping his energy ready to explode out at the maximum if need be.
"Haha, you're not as dumb as you look," responded Jason as he took out an item and waved it for John to see. John stared at the item, but did not recognize it at all.
"Haha, you don't even recognize a tracking artifact. You really are all country bumpkins," responded Jason while laughing.
"Tracking artifact?" John asked, trying to stall for time while he thought of something to get himself out of this situation.
"It leaves a small spirit mark on your body, allowing us to track you," said Jason. John's eyes suddenly lit up in understanding.
'So that was the weird feeling I felt in the beginning of the pocket realm as they left. No wonder.'
Jason noticed John's change in expression. "It seems like you managed to detect it when it was placed on you. Not bad, it seems like you really are talented. But its a shame you country bumpkins are so stupid. If you had known you were being tracked, you could have used your soul power to find the spirit mark and erase it."
The rest of the group laughed at John's lack of knowledge and misfortune. To them, he was a piece of meat on the chopping block, and playing around with him a bit first made it all the more savory.
John sent his soul power to carefully scan his body after he heard Jason's words. A minute later, he suddenly detected an incredibly faint fluctuation attached to his body, so faint that it was hardly noticeable. His soul power flared to that point and washed over it, erasing it from his body.
'No wonder I didn't detect it. Without knowing it was there, and without incredibly close observation, I never would have noticed it.'
John felt slightly better now that the tracking mark was off him, but he was still trapped by the group of boys, with no way to retreat. The chasm behind him closed off all opportunities of running.
While thinking about his solutions, John suddenly remembered some information from back during the tournament. That, coupled with the way Jason kept calling him a country bumpkin ignited his suspicions further.
"Back during the tournament, Dylan recognized the Supreme Battle Art, and I'm sure you did as well. That coupled with how you address me...you're not truly from the Crimson Valley Sect are you?"
The surrounding group of boys all had surprised looks on their face at John's words, which made him sure he was correct. Jason narrowed his eyes at John's words before he suddenly changed his tune and started laughing loudly.
"Hahaha, not a bad guess. Since you'll be dying soon, I guess there's no harm in telling you."
Jason's words confirmed both of John's suspicions. One, that they were not from the Crimson Valley Sect, and that they were also here for his life.
"You're right. We're not from the Crimson Valley Sect. Instead, we're from the Yuan Continent Holy Lands."
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