Seeing that the man's cultivation was unfathomable and that even his casual toss produced an exceedingly rare talisman, Fan Dazhi was secretly alarmed.
The man strolled across the beach as leisurely as if wandering through his own courtyard, stepping here and there. After seven or eight steps, he suddenly stopped, grinned, and stamped hard.
"Pfft."
The sand collapsed into a large pit, spraying loose sand everywhere. A dirt-covered head appeared at the bottom, its shaken eyes fixed on the smiling face above the rim.
Mist Concealment clearly had not expected his opponent to find his hiding place so quickly. His earth-burrowing technique ranked among the best on Unknown Island. He had slipped underground through the soft sand, intending to escape through the depths, only for the entire beach to suddenly become as hard as iron and stone, trapping him just beneath the surface with nowhere to go.
"Heh heh... you've got plenty of tricks. If I let you escape right under my nose, wouldn't word of it ruin my reputation?"
The straw-sandaled man swaggered over, planted his Bamboo Knife in the ground, and looked down at the dusty head in the pit with a grin. "Still not crawling out? Stay down there any longer and I'll piss all over your face."
Mist Concealment's ash-gray eyes suddenly widened, reflecting the smiling face above the pit. He looked like a rat whose tail had been stepped on.
Watching from nearby, Fan Dazhi opened his mouth to say something, then swallowed it back. The scene was simply too absurd. This fellow had chased a supreme assassin like Mist Concealment into the ground like a burrowing rat. His style was right up Fan Dazhi's alley.
Fan Dazhi suddenly felt as though he were gazing up at a towering mountain.
Suddenly, Mist Concealment moved. He