Die, Replay, Repeat - Chapter 216: You're The Foreseer?

As soon as everyone stepped off the elevator, they were met with the sounds of fighting and screams echoing from deep within the 8th floor.

Wen Yang’s face changed immediately. “Everyone, stay here. I’ll be right back,” he said.

He then darted off like a ghost, his speed surprising them all.

Till then, Xiao Chuxia and the others finally realized that Wen Yang, who seemed gentle and friendly, was actually incredibly powerful. His speed was enough to outmatch most third-tier psychics.

Xiao Chuxia was amazed. “Wow, amazing speed! Wen must be at the peak of the third tier. The folks from headquarters really sent the best to receive us. In other branches, third-tier psychics are top leaders, but here they’re just reception.”

Yang Ming chimed in, “Really? That’s all you care about now? Aren’t you curious about who’s causing all this commotion? I sure am.”

With that, Yang Ming started walking deeper into the 8th floor to see what was happening.

The others exchanged looks and, driven by curiosity, followed him.

Fang Xiu also followed, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes._ ‘Gravity again, huh?’_

He was certain he had seen it right. Wen Yang’s power was gravity, the ability Ma Xingbang had copied before.

Wen Yang was so fast was because he manipulated gravity. Just like when Fang Xiu fought Ma Xingbang; the guy had reduced his own gravity to increase his speed.

Seeing this gravity ability, Fang Xiu had a lot of thoughts going on in his mind.

Firstly, he became suspicious of Wen Yang. Ma Xingbang was Yan Changshou’s ally and had copied Wen Yang’s ability, suggesting they had a possible connection.

Wen Yang might also be working for Yan Changshou.

Of course, the ability alone wasn’t enough for Fang Xiu to confirm anything, but Wen Yang was too-perfect, too-normal personality raised red flags for Fang Xiu.

A psychic acting normal is the most abnormal thing.

Before long, they caught up with Wen Yang.

A young man, covered in blood and wounds, was standing over someone, laughing wildly. Despite his injuries, which would have killed an ordinary person several times over, he was laughing loudly and arrogantly.

Numerous psychics surrounded them, enjoying the scene. A team of soldiers with submachine guns were looking on nervously.

“Hahaha, the famous Specter Hands, Wu Xin, is such a disappointment in person,” the young man laughed.

The man on the ground, Wu Xin, looked furious and cursed, “Chu Feng! I dare you to let me go! I’ll kill you this time!”

He kept struggling, his right arm covered in black scales, gripping Chu Feng’s foot tightly.

The sound of bones breaking filled the air, but Chu Feng just kept laughing like a maniac.

“Kill me? I’m undead! No one can kill me!”

“Stop right now!” Wen Yang yelled, his anger clear.

But no one paid attention. Psychics were a rebellious bunch, tough to control.

Anger flashed in Wen Yang’s eyes. “Twenty times gravity!”

BOOM!

A powerful gravity field slammed down on Chu Feng and Wu Xin, pinning them to the ground.

“Headquarters rules forbid investigators from fighting, especially during training. If you two don’t stop, your training will be canceled.”

“Seriously? I’m the victim here. Look at my injuries; I’m almost dead,” Chu Feng said with disdain, as he was still pinned to the ground.

“This is the last time I’ll say it: no fighting.”

“Alright, alright, got it. No point in fighting a loser anyway,” Chu Feng grumbled.

Wu Xin responded, “Chu Feng, I’m letting you go for the sake of the headquarters. I’ll get you when the training’s over.”

Wen Yang slowly lifted the gravity.

The two men got up, grimacing. They didn’t fight again, but they kept hurling insults, almost spitting at each other.

The onlookers looked disappointed. Some even muttered about how boring it was now.

“They’re done fighting. Let’s go,” someone said.

Wen Yang gave the two a final warning, then sent them back to their rooms.

He returned to Fang Xiu and the others, looking apologetic.

“Sorry about that. When a bunch of psychics gather, trouble is bound to happen. The troublemaker is Chu Feng, AKA ‘the Undead.’ He claims his ability is immortality. Such an arrogant jerk, he’s been here for three days and picks fights daily, especially with well-known psychics. He wants to step on them to rise up—his motto is, ‘I never challenge nobodies.'”

Wen Yang smiled bitterly and tapped his head, hinting that Chu Feng had lost his mind.

Then he led everyone to their rooms.

“Mr. Fang Xiu, this is your room.”

It was unclear if he did it on purpose or by accident, but this time he said “Mr. Fang Xiu” instead of “Mr. Fang.”

As soon as he said that name, the psychics who were about to head to their rooms stopped.

Various looks—some curious, some intense, some cold—were directed at Fang Xiu.

Although Wen Yang spoke quietly, the psychics staying there were all top-notch from across the country. Some were incredibly powerful, while others had great potential. These people had sharp senses, so they naturally picked up on Wen Yang’s deliberately lowered voice.

Fang Xiu was famous. In the psychic world, both nationally and globally, everyone knew Fang Xiu, the Foreseer. They had heard about him solving Grade-S Specter events with his second-tier psychic abilities.

Fang Xiu was the most famous person in this training. Many psychics attending had hoped to meet him, eager to witness his ability to predict the future, imagining he was like a precise fortune-teller who could foresee their destinies.

Fang Xiu calmly took the room card from Wen Yang’s hand, watching him with a steady gaze.

Wen Yang seemed to realize his mistake and looked apologetic.

At that moment, Chu Feng, who had already left, suddenly turned back. He strutted arrogantly toward Fang Xiu.

Wen Yang quickly shouted, “Chu Feng, what are you doing? Go back!”

Chu Feng smiled maliciously. “What do you think I’m doing? Just saying hello.”

As he spoke, his injuries began to heal visibly, with even the blood being reabsorbed by his body. In the blink of an eye, he went from gravely injured to perfectly fine.

He looked Fang Xiu up and down with a mocking gaze and said, “So, you’re Fang Xiu? I’ve heard you’re quite the hotshot lately.”