Suddenly, Alexander reached out, looking as if he intended to place a hand on Fang Zhen's shoulder.
In a flash, Fang Zhen activated his precognitive sense. He saw Alexander's hand touch his shoulder, then immediately execute a downward technique—what looked like a joint lock meant to dislocate it.
'Fang Zhen is wearing the Featherlight Iron Wall armor. For Alexander to dare such a move, he must have a way to transmit force through the armor.'
At this distance, Fang Zhen casually raised his left hand to block Alexander's incoming grasp.
Just as Fang Zhen raised his hand to parry, following the phantom image from his precognitive sense, the vision shifted. Alexander's move suddenly changed. His hand was no longer aiming for Fang Zhen's shoulder but was now pushing toward his chest.
For a moment, Fang Zhen was taken aback.
'This is completely wrong. The initial vision from my precognitive sense was incorrect.'
But it wasn't completely wrong.
