Testing II

The foundation of Enemy Anticipation lay in predicting that an opponent's attacks would inevitably target certain vital points.

But if the opponent's attacks covered a wide area from the outset, without regard for any particular vital point—

Then such predictions would naturally be weakened.

As the Blood Shield's responses grew slower and slower, its rate of formation gradually failed to keep up with the opponent's attacks.

Zhang Rongfang snorted coldly and raised both hands.

Blood Manipulation surged forth at full force.

Streams of blood snakes shot from his palms like long whips, lashing at every open space around him where one could possibly dodge.

As fellow masters of Enemy Anticipation, he did not bother trying to track the other party's movement speed. Instead, he brought every possible evasive position within his attack range.

Hiss!!

In an instant, hundreds of blood whips exploded outward, sweeping through the surroundings.

Centered on Zhang Rongfang, deep whip marks split across the ground, like a hideous spider web suddenly spreading open.

"Scattered and feeble attacks are useless against me." The Blue Light figure retreated at high speed and opened his mouth at once.

Boom!!

A pillar of crimson lightning shot explosively from his mouth.

The arm-thick red lightning, moving far faster than Blood Manipulation could react, struck Zhang Rongfang's chest in an instant.

"Die!"

The Blue Light figure closed his mouth, cutting off the crimson lightning pillar as two streams of white smoke puffed from his nostrils.

"I'll return those words to you. Such weak and feeble attacks are equally useless against me."

The crimson lightning dispersed, revealing Zhang Rongfang's powerful body beneath.

The bat wings behind him had already spread open, precisely shielding him from the attack.

Thin black smoke rose from the bat wings. Clearly, they had blocked the lightning strike just now.