The intelligence had clearly said Xuan Zhe was not the sort to run. Everyone had been ready to gang up on him, and each thought he could land the finishing blow.
Who knew... this guy would just turn tail and run?
They were all stunned, their minds blank, unable to react in time.
By the time they came to their senses, Xuan Zhe had long since vanished over the horizon.
After him!
They had to chase him!
The group shot off in the direction Xuan Zhe had disappeared.
Xuan Zhe glanced back, the corners of his mouth curling up.
Oh, they really did follow?
What could they do even if they caught up? Did they think they could kill him that way? In their dreams.
Xuan Zhe had never been easy to deal with. He deliberately denied them any chance to catch up completely, yet slowed down now and then, drawing them deeper into the woods bit by bit.
Then he slammed his palms together.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The blasts erupted in a deafening jumble.
Explosive tags detonated precisely at Xuan Zhe's command. Each paper tag waited for prey to step onto it, the timing exact.
These fellows had thought themselves so clever, certain they had him in the bag. After a single round of explosions, more than ninety percent of them were down.
The last survivor's gaze was as dark as two pools of stagnant water, locked firmly on Xuan Zhe. He had never expected things to turn out like this.
The frustration was enough to drive a person mad.
Xuan Zhe's gaze settled on the survivor. Fine, he would make his move against him before long. As long as he took it even a little seriously, there was only one outcome for his opponent-certain death. How simple was