From early on, Fu Qian had wondered how Sage Old Man would eventually lose this contest.
But, to his surprise, it happened in such a simple and brutal way.
With Knowledge Infusion failing to hinder their movements, it was almost impossible to gain any advantage against those first five 2D Corpses.
But their greatest purpose was to make people think the problem had been solved, so they would confidently press on.
In reality, every eye in the chamber could be infused with the replicated ability.
Aiming still took time, but not enough for those who had reached the middle of the chamber to turn around and flee.
It was a vicious trap, but the reason Fu Qian called it crude was simple: no matter how you looked at it, those eyes had forcibly evaded Sage Old Man's insight.
In Fu Qian's view, this was no longer a matter of scheming. It was a Dimensional Strike.
It was as if the Holy Grail possessed some "knowledge" beyond Sage Old Man's comprehension.
That thought was what made Fu Qian decide not to run.
Faced with a Dimensional Strike, how could a fish already caught in the net possibly escape the way it came?
Of course, Fu Qian understood Sage and the others' choice. The statues couldn't block every angle, and hiding beneath them would only turn them into sitting ducks. They might as well gamble on a sliver of hope.
Fu Qian's reason for staying was simple, too. If the statues couldn't block every angle, what about adding a shield?
A shield imbued with supernatural power, no less.
During that brief silence just now, he had already managed to switch equipment.
So when the unexpected happened, Fu Qian's response was to put his back against the statue's leg and use his