Soon, song qingxiao's guess was confirmed. Number six's shovel was about to touch number Seven's body. Number six's sweaty face showed unconcealed joy. The next second, number seven, who was standing in front of him, turned into a black shadow and dodged the sneak attack at a speed that was almost invisible to the naked eye.
At the same time, number six's happy expression froze, turning into disbelief. Before he could put away his shovel and get into a defensive posture, number seven had already begun his counterattack!
A black shadow came toward number six's face. The long shadow looked like a whip, but it was not any less powerful than song Qing's last time in the mental hospital. It was even fiercer when number four chased after him with a long whip.
The other trial-takers who were standing with him had already sensed that something was wrong. They retreated one after another and instantly pulled a distance of about a meter away from him.
