Even so, the attack missed its mark.
As if he had foreseen the attack, the young man always anticipated the enemy's moves and dodged countless attacks with great elegance and composure, like a dancer in a storm, untouched by any rain.
Fang Xiu frowned immediately. Others might not have noticed, but he, who had "foreseen the future" countless times, saw the young man's ability—predicting the future.
True foresight should be the ability to anticipate what will happen a few seconds in advance, allowing one to take preventative measures.
He never imagined that one day, his fake precognition would actually clash with the real precognition.
In battle, the ability to foresee the future is indeed extremely troublesome. Your next attack can be completely predicted by the opponent, and even if you are fast, the opponent can still move in advance.
"Predicting the future? But that's not enough. In the face of absolute power, the only thing you can predict is your own death."
Fang Xiu muttered to himself calmly, then spread his five fingers, placed his hand on his face, and with a sudden slash, jet-black flames erupted instantly, transforming into a black fire mask that appeared on his face.
At this moment, the young man quickly created distance and retreated.
"Oh? You foresaw your own death? Then accept it with equanimity."
As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Xiu's figure vanished instantly.
When he reappeared, he was already behind the young man.
The young man seemed to have anticipated this, but under the crushing speed, his body barely reacted before a scalpel was already at his neck.
Whoosh!
A single slash!
The young man's head rolled directly to the ground.
Then, his body collapsed with a thud, strangely merging into the grave soil.
Having dealt with the young man, Fang Xiu immediately set his sights on the old man who fishes for corpses.
Strangely, the old man fishing for corpses slowly turned into a pile of grayish-white grave soil, forming a small mound on the ground.
Meanwhile, Heijiji had also finished her battle. She was panting heavily, clearly exhausted, while her opponent, the fat man, had collapsed to the ground.
Half of it became a charred corpse, and the other half became an ice sculpture, before it merged into the grave soil.
Not long after, Yang Ming and Bai Qi also brought good news: they had both defeated their respective opponents.
Without exception, the bodies of the farmers and women were buried in the earth.
"Hahaha... Little Bai, you're too slow. I took care of the enemy first." Yang Ming laughed heartily, hands on his hips.
Bai Qi's face was gloomy, and he was on the verge of exploding in rage.
"Does this mean we've passed this hurdle?" Heijiji asked with a hint of joy.
Fang Xiu frowned slightly and looked at the grave soil beneath his feet, which was gradually turning black.
"not yet."
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