Gazing at the darts spinning toward him at high speed, Qin Fan responded with a dismissive, flippant smile.
He didn't bother to whip away the darts, which seemed to move in slow motion in his eyes. Instead, his feet left the ground as he shot upward!
As the darts closed in, the Prison Suppressing Body activated on its own. A blue light enveloped him, and the twelve darts clanged against it, striking sparks before being deflected outward.
"Damn it! How is this possible?!" a ninja shouted in alarm.
The words had barely left his mouth when Qin Fan, still in the air, set his sights on him. Without giving the ninja any chance to react, he raised his palm high and brought it slamming down on the crown of the man's head!
He didn't linger after the first slap. Moving with a ghostly speed that was impossible to track, he was already upon the second ninja. It was the same motion, just like a game of Whac-A-Mole!
