Die, Replay, Repeat

Li Xiaoru burst out laughing, "Hahaha… you little punk! Who said anything about playing fair? Of course, I ambushed you!"

Xiong Tianguang stood there, scratching his head, a bit lost in thought.

"Fang Xiu, why’d you make me use Void Banishment instead of just letting me kill Ace of Hearts? I could've taken him out easily. What gives?"

Up until now, Xiong Tianguang had followed Fang Xiu's every order like clockwork. No second-guessing, no hesitation—just pure action. But now, for the first time, it hit him. His final move didn’t kill Ace of Hearts; it just sent him packing to another dimension.

Fang Xiu, ever the calm and collected leader, replied coolly, "In the future I saw, Ace of Hearts still has one last trick up his sleeve. If you killed him, we’d be stuck in a drawn-out mess. But right now, Fang Moli is about to lose the fight, and we can't waste time dealing with a small fry when the big picture’s at stake."

The group around them nodded, no questions asked—When you’ve got a guy who can see the future, you don’t bother with doubts.

Yet, Xiao Chuxia wasn’t entirely convinced. Her eyes narrowed slightly, sneaking suspicious glances at Fang Xiu, sensing something just didn’t add up.

"Everyone, follow me immediately!" Fang Xiu commanded, setting off with the other captains.

Even though these were captains of great power and authority, none of them felt that following Fang Xiu's orders was strange at all. Maybe it was because, after defeating so many enemies under his guidance, they had become accustomed to Fang Xiu’s leadership.

…

Fang Moli swung his sword, unleashing a vast wave of sword energy that completely enveloped Joker, blocking off any chance of escape.

"Die!" Fang Moli roared, preparing to strike Joker down with the Xuanyuan Sword.

At that moment, a calm voice suddenly interrupted, "Stop. That’s just a clone."

Fang Moli froze in place, then lifted his head to look.

In the distance, several figures emerged from the shadows under the cold moonlight, walking towards him.

The leading one was someone he'd only met briefly before—Fang Xiu, the Foreseer!

Fang Xiu walked at the front with a composed expression. Behind him followed Xiong Tianguang, Luo Qingxin, Li Xiaoru, and, barely worth mentioning, Xiao Chuxia.

Seeing this, Fang Moli’s first reaction wasn’t surprise—it was envy.

Once, he had imagined this very scene: a hopeless battlefield, shrouded in darkness. Under the cold light of the moon, several figures stride in like saviors. And he, Fang Moli, would be the one leading them, with captains following in his wake, looking as cool as ever.

But in reality, despite being the strongest psychic in Asia, none of the other captains really listened to him.

Luo Qingxin ignored him, Xiong Tianguang admired only those who could outplay him in games, and Li Xiaoru was too vulgar to care about such things. This made Fang Moli's life far less glorious than he had once imagined.

Now, the scene he had dreamed of was happening, but the one at the forefront wasn’t him.

"Fang Xiu, the Foreseer! You even saw through my clone?" Joker’s face darkened as his energy surged, making him look like a vicious demon.

But this didn’t scare Fang Xiu; in fact, it made him want to laugh a little. It wasn’t that Joker wasn’t serious enough—it was just that Fang Xiu had seen him die too many times.

Almost every time, it ended with Joker begging for mercy.

It had become so repetitive that Fang Xiu could almost hear Joker’s pleading in his head like a recurring background soundtrack.

Every time he encountered Joker, that familiar speech would start playing:

"Please… please don’t kill me! Sir, I’m a Specter too! One of you! Ever since I was young, my dream has been to be a part of the Other Side!"

Fang Xiu ignored him. Instead, he turned to the captains behind him and gave a simple command: "Proceed as planned."

Luo Qingxin and the others nodded. In an instant, the three of them became blurs of motion, darting toward Joker's clone from three different directions.

"Fang Moli, go immediately to support Xiao Zhenhua. Joker's true body is planning to ambush him. If you don't get him in time, he’ll die," Fang Xiu said.

Fang Moli's expression changed instantly. Without hesitation, he transformed into a streak of sword light and shot off in the direction of Xiao Zhenhua.

Joker's clone was both shocked and furious. He had never imagined that Fang Xiu could predict not only the location of his real body but also his next move.

But what bothered him even more was a troubling question: Why were these captains able to come here? How were they free to follow Fang Xiu and, even more puzzling, why were they obeying his orders?

Before the war started, the Pokers had thoroughly studied each of the title captains. While they might not be able to outmatch the captains in raw power one-on-one, the Pokers had designed strategies to exploit the captains' weaknesses, ensuring they could keep them occupied.

But now, all the captains were here. That meant Joker's subordinates were all dead.

Joker wasn’t a fool. He quickly realized that the person responsible for all of this was Fang Xiu.

The Foreseer!

With just his own power, Fang Xiu had single-handedly turned the tide of battle at the headquarters.

But soon, something even more shocking happened. Joker found himself being overpowered by the three captains.

Even though he was just a clone, he was still the clone of a fifth-tier powerhouse, crafted with great care. Otherwise, there was no way it could have held off someone as strong as Fang Moli for so long.

Yet here he was, being completely suppressed by three fourth-tier captains.

What frustrated Joker the most was how perfectly coordinated their attacks were. It was as if they could read his every move, countering him effortlessly. Their teamwork flowed seamlessly, like they were one mind in three bodies.

‘How is this possible? Could it be...’ Joker suddenly realized something. He snapped his head toward Fang Xiu, who stood calmly to the side, his expression as composed as ever.