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But now was not the time for Gu Changhe to ponder too much.
With a flash of light, Song Yin took a step forward, his five fingers reaching out to grab Gu Changhe's face.
Boom!
Gu Changhe's head was instantly crushed, its fragments scattering into red leaves, which, along with his body, flew apart, transforming into sharp-edged pieces that assaulted Song Yin all at once.
Clang clang!
The maple leaves struck sparks against his body's surface, scattering continuously.
Song Yin didn't even bother with them, merely gazing intently at a certain spot.
There, on the ground, the maple leaves reconvened into Gu Changhe's form, who now looked at Song Yin with an unpredictable expression.
His speed was not particularly fast, but it was too swift to react to, emphasizing an upfront and overpowering approach that seemed impossible to evade, no matter which direction one dodged.
What on earth is this man made of!