The long, narrow street was deathly silent. A wild gust swept through, kicking up a little dust.
Thousand Faces wiped the blood from his chin. He now had two choices: fight to the death or flee. If he fought, he felt he would be dead within seconds. If he fled, there was still a chance.
Thousand Faces stood motionless. He could feel himself being locked onto. If he moved even a finger, his head might be severed, but as long as he revealed no opening, the enemy could not attack easily. They would continue locking onto him, wary of his speed. Even while restricted, his speed was still terrifyingly fast.
"Sha Zhi, stop sleeping. If you don't help me detect things, I'll be dead soon, and you'll die too."
As soon as Thousand Faces finished speaking, a female face the size of a duck egg appeared on the back of his hand. Thousand Faces was truly a winner in life, wearing a movable "wife" twenty-four hours a day.
"Thousand Faces, you've caused trouble again."
The face on Thousand Faces' hand—Sha Zhi—spoke.
"Cut the crap. Compare our frontal combat strength."
"Completed. Your frontal combat strength is provisionally estimated at 300..."
"That high?"
Thousand Faces was surprised. In the past, Sha Zhi had always provisionally rated his frontal combat strength in the single digits.
"Yes, but the enemy's frontal combat strength is above 40,000. The minimum is 40,000. The maximum is still unknown."
"Fuck!"
Thousand Faces knew he was not good at fighting, but the gap in combat strength was far too outrageous. The enemy's minimum assessment was 40,000, and even the maximum could not be determined.
Thousand Faces stopped hesitating. A gemstone embedded in his palm shattered, and he abruptly vanished from where he stood, leaving behind only spatial fluctuations.
In