Battle Instinct

At the passage between the Human World and the Gourmet World, on the Path of the Underworld.

Just before Sani swung his Hair Fist, Guemon dodged from his original position with lightning speed, causing the attack to miss.

Naturally unwilling to let his first attack go unanswered, Sani condensed even more Hair Fists and launched a torrential assault at his opponent.

Each Hair Fist tore through the air like a bullet fired from a machine gun, yet Guemon looked completely unhurried as he weaved through the gaps between the fists. The Hair Fists could not harm even a single hair on him.

Calling it unhurried was not entirely accurate, because Guemon had been staring blankly the entire time.

[What in the world is up with this old man? Is he really not thinking about anything? He looks like he's just staring at me indifferently...]

Though Sani was puzzled, an idea suddenly struck him. A Hair Fist as large as a millstone emerged from beneath the ground and struck upward vertically.

Not only did this attack catch his opponent off guard, but it was also extremely fast.

However, the dazed Guemon merely took a step backward and easily avoided the attack once again.

"What? He can even dodge an attack like that?"

Sani's eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief. At that moment, a sudden, sharp pain erupted in his chest and abdomen, making him drop to one knee.

"You dodged before I even attacked, didn't you? Wh-why can you even avoid an attack like that?" Sani asked, deeply unwilling to accept it.

Guemon calmly replied, "Sixth sense."

"Sixth sense?" Sani found it even more unbelievable. "Stop messing with me. How could something like that be possible? What kind of explanation is that?"

Guemon said, "Oh. To put it more simply,