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Outside, Duanmu Xue and the others were extremely shocked, while the Middle-aged Man focused all his attention on his ears, using hearing instead of sight, trying to locate Lufan's hiding place through the sounds around him.
Though blind, he found it easier to enter a state of heightened awareness; in his ears, he could grasp everything happening within a radius of two to three miles.
The sound of leaves rustling as the breeze passed through the forest, the chirping of insects, the calls of birds—various sounds began to fill his ears.
He could even hear the faint heartbeat and heavy breathing of Duanmu Xue and the others, indicating that their injuries had not improved.
Hmph, once I deal with that junior, I'll take care of you all. The Middle-aged Man sneered inwardly, unconcerned about their potential escape. He was well aware of the power behind his strikes; they were enough to rival that of the Refining Muscle Realm. It was already fortunate they hadn't died; any attempt to move would be utterly impossible!
The Middle-aged Man ignored them; they were no longer a threat. The most important thing now was to find that cunning and treacherous junior—he was the one he feared most. In his mind, he had already regarded this junior as the most dangerous enemy he had ever encountered in his life.
He had never imagined that a mere ant from the Refining Skin Realm could achieve such a level against an opponent whose strength far surpassed his own. The thought that all his actions and plans could be anticipated sent chills down his spine.
If someone had told him before today that someone from the Refining Skin Realm could fight against someone from the Bone Refinement Realm, he would have twisted off their head, deeming them too foolish to deserve to live. But after today, if someone told him that the Refining Skin Realm was worthless, he would still twist off that person's head. What kind of situation was he facing now?
It didn't surprise him that he couldn't find that junior immediately; if it were that easy, he wouldn't have suffered such a significant loss. That junior must be hiding somewhere, trying to suppress his aura to evade detection.
But it didn't matter; if a broad search couldn't locate him, then he'd check systematically because no matter how much one tried to conceal their aura, certain life activities couldn't be erased—like heartbeat and breathing. As long as a person was alive, these two activities were essential. Even if one could slow down or temporarily stop them, they couldn't cease entirely; otherwise, they would be dead.
The Middle-aged Man was now using this basic knowledge to meticulously check one direction at a time, determined to find that junior.
Due to the earlier explosion, many birds and beasts had been startled away, making his search easier.
To the east, there was no one. To the west, there was no one. To the south, there was no one. Finally, only the north remained. A faint smile appeared on the face of the Middle-aged Man as he thought about where else the Junior could hide.
However, after he searched the north, he found that there was not even a trace of the Junior there!
How could this be possible? Could it be that the Junior had taken the opportunity to escape? The thought crossed the Middle-aged Man's mind.
This was quite possible. After all, wasn't he trying to escape earlier? Perhaps while he was injured, the Junior had already slipped away. It was laughable that he was still acting so foolishly as if facing a great enemy.
This speculation seemed very plausible; after all, if the Junior managed to escape safely back to Qingyang City, he could seek help from Qingyang Academy. Even if he stayed here and defeated him, it would be difficult to bring six people back alone.
However, his intuition told the Middle-aged Man that things were not that simple. He did not believe that the cunning Junior would go through all this trouble to blind him just to run away.
After all, they had a deep-seated grudge against each other. Now that he was blind, it could be said to be the best opportunity for revenge. The Junior would definitely not give up so easily; there must be something he had overlooked!
So he searched again, this time more meticulously, dividing his search into eight directions. He was determined to find him!
The Middle-aged Man exhausted all his efforts to locate Lufan. But where exactly was Lufan?
The people outside, including Duanmu Xue and others, could answer this question, which is why they all wore expressions of disbelief.
Because they could clearly see that Lufan was not far from the Middle-aged Man—just three feet in front of him!
Moreover, he was holding the dagger given to him by Zhao Xingjian in a peculiar posture with his right hand, and the tip of the dagger was aimed directly at the Middle-aged Man's heart, just half a foot away!
However, the Middle-aged Man seemed completely oblivious to all of this, which was the most incomprehensible part for Duanmu Xue and the others. Although he was now blind, they understood that as a Martial Cultivator, even without his sight, his other senses would still be sharp. For a powerful Martial Cultivator, being able to discern positions by sound was an essential skill; how could he possibly not notice Lufan?
Duanmu Xue and the others also noticed that the Middle-aged Man was trying to locate Lufan through sound. Yet, Lufan was clearly right in front of him, and he remained completely unaware. This was something they simply could not understand.
As for why Lufan was there, they had seen everything unfold from the very beginning.
It turned out that from the moment the explosion occurred, Lufan had not strayed more than three feet from the Middle-aged Man. Before the explosion, he had only moved away to avoid flying debris. Once the Middle-aged Man became blind, Lufan swiftly returned behind him, using his exquisite movement technique to follow him silently like a shadow.
In his state of confusion caused by his injured eyes and extreme anger, the Middle-aged Man failed to realize that his enemy had been right beside him all along. His erratic punches and kicks were easily dodged by Lufan.
When he finally forced himself to calm down, Lufan also came to a halt and assumed a peculiar stance, leading to the bizarre scene that Duanmu Xue and the others were witnessing.
As they observed this incomprehensible spectacle before them, Duanmu Xue and the others felt a chill run down their spines. Suddenly, an idea struck them: could it be that Lufan was a ghost?
Once this thought emerged, it could not be suppressed. They recalled Lufan's earlier movements that resembled drifting blue smoke; didn't that resemble the ghosts described in legends? Otherwise, why was it that he was clearly in front of them yet remained undetected by the Middle-aged Man?
With this thought in mind, they couldn't help but feel their hair stand on end, a wave of horror washing over them as goosebumps erupted across their bodies.
Just as Duanmu Xue and the others were lost in their wild imaginations, Lufan, who had remained still until now, suddenly moved. The dagger in his hand advanced toward the Middle-aged Man's heart with an almost imperceptible speed, while the Middle-aged Man still showed no reaction whatsoever.
Duanmu Xue and the others, who had been closely watching this side of things, immediately noticed this change. In an instant, their hearts tightened with anxiety!
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