Upon hearing Wang Yan's words, everyone on the giant carpet was astonished.
If it were said that An Beisan was not dead even after being kicked and having his head blown off, everyone could still understand.
After all, his subordinates possess the Undying Body, and as a leader, An Beisan naturally wouldn't be killed so easily.
However, the attack just now, so perilous, was described by Wang Yan as mutual probing.
If mutual probing is this dangerous, what would it be like if it wasn't just probing?
At this mont, a muffled voice suddenly emanated from the chest cavity of the headless An Beisan: "Wang Yan, you're not worth using my strongest attack. If I just get a bit more serious, you will die here."
Having said this, the nurous intestines that were flowing out from his neck imdiately retracted back into his body, and then from within his neck, a head slowly wiggled out once again.
This head shook slightly, its eyebrows and eyes could move, completely identical to the An Beisan of just monts ago, and at the sa ti, An Beisan's two hands regrew once again.
Wang Yan said coldly, "Even if you grow another head, at worst, I'll just kick it apart again."
An Beisan roared angrily, "Even if you kick off a hundred of my heads, I won't die."
With that, An Beisan's body swayed, pouncing toward Wang Yan.
Wang Yan clipped the Fla Core Shield containing An Beisan's head to his waist, then wielded the Soul-Breaking Spear, charging at An Beisan.
By this ti, the speed of the two had reached the extre, the people on the giant carpet had barely been able to see two figures flying back and forth.
But after a mont, even the two shadows were no longer visible.
All they could see was a mass of black fog, indistinguishable between An Beisan and Wang Yan.
Even the highest-skilled Beiming Heng on the carpet felt dizzy; although he could see the two, he couldn't make out their moves.
At this mont, An Beisan's laughter echoed from within the black fog: "Haha, you finally fell for it..."
However, before those words were finished, a dark object suddenly flew up, tossed high into the air.
Simultaneously, the figures of An Beisan and Wang Yan were revealed.
An Beisan's right hand had grasped Wang Yan's abdon, creating five bloody holes in his belly.
While An Beisan stood there, his neck once again without a head.
At this ti, the dark object in the sky fell, it was indeed An Beisan's head.
It seed that An Beisan had just hit Wang Yan, and while injured, Wang Yan also knocked An Beisan's head away.
As An Beisan's head fell, Wang Yan leaped up, unclipping the Fla Core Shield from his waist, and quickly caught the head within it.
Securing the Fla Core Shield at his waist again, Wang Yan coldly looked at An Beisan, not caring about the blood gushing from his belly, and said, "Second one."
Just then, another furious roar sounded from An Beisan's neck, and another angry head erged.
The newly grown head of An Beisan once again pounced toward Wang Yan.
Thus, the two continued to fight repeatedly, for countless rounds.
By now, An Beisan's heads knocked off had reached as many as seventy or eighty, yet each ti, An Beisan seed unfazed, growing a new head and lunging at Wang Yan again.
However, Wang Yan's body, battered by An Beisan, was riddled with wounds, dripping with blood.
Though Wang Yan could not heal his wounds like An Beisan, he seed even more unaffected by them, his face maintaining an icy expression.
Seeing the number of heads in Wang Yan's Fla Core Shield grow, while new heads continued to sprout from An Beisan's neck.
Beiming Xue couldn't help but anxiously ask, "How many heads does this person actually have?"
Ouyang Feiting stomped her foot in frustration and cursed, "Truly a monster, having his heads knocked off without any apparent effect."
Beiming Heng shook his head and said, "That's not the case. The more heads he's had cut down, the more agitated An Beisan becos. Losing these heads should also affect him. In my opinion, if Brother Wang Yan continues this, after he's taken his last head, Brother Wang Yan will surely win."
Upon hearing this, Beiming Xue, Ouyang Feiting, and others nodded in agreent.
Just then, Wang Tongrui spoke up, "Oh no, if An Beisan manages to snatch back that pouch, wouldn't Wang Yan's efforts be in vain?"
Wang Tongrui didn't even lower his voice as he spoke, and An Beisan clearly heard it.
Beiming Heng wanted to stop Wang Tongrui, but it was too late.
Wang Tongrui, realizing his error, hurriedly covered his mouth.
An Beisan, who was previously anxious, suddenly brightened upon hearing Wang Tongrui's words.
However, he quickly suppressed the gleam in his eyes fixated on the Fla Core Shield, still feigning anxiety as he continued to attack Wang Yan.
In fact, Beiming Heng's analysis was correct. Although An Beisan had many heads, losing all of them would significantly impact him.
While An Beisan could transform other parts of his body into heads, the mories contained within them would completely disappear, undoubtedly affecting his cognition.
Thus, being so continuously deprived of his heads by Wang Yan, An Beisan's anxiety had long been growing.
Wang Tongrui's words instantly awakened him.
If he managed to reclaim the Fla Core Shield from Wang Yan, Wang Yan's efforts would indeed be wasted, whereas Wang Yan's injuries would remain.
This way, he would be at an advantage.
Once again, the two were tangled in battle, and just like before, their figures transford into shadows, making their movents indistinguishable to the onlookers.
However, a mont later, An Beisan's head was once again knocked away by Wang Yan's Soul-Breaking Spear, flying high into the sky.
anwhile, An Beisan's kick landed on Wang Yan's chest, sending Wang Yan flying backward.
While flying backward, Wang Yan spat out blood from his mouth, yet he tossed the Fla Core Shield, catching An Beisan's head inside as it fell from above.
But, just as the Fla Core Shield was about to close, a hand unexpectedly fell from An Beisan's wide-open mouth, landing outside the Fla Core Shield.
By then, the Fla Core Shield had already closed, encasing An Beisan's head within.
However, this hand fell outside, grabbing the Fla Core Shield and swiftly brought it back to An Beisan's face.
At this point, An Beisan raised his right arm, revealing a bare wrist.
The original right hand, unknowingly bitten off by An Beisan himself, had been held in his mouth all along.
Finally, when Wang Yan knocked away his head, this severed hand erged, reclaiming the Fla Core Shield.
An Beisan's neck regrew a new head, and then the severed hand reattached to his wrist stump.
Holding the Fla Core Shield before him, An Beisan burst into wild laughter, "Hahaha, Wang Yan, you've been busy for nothing, I've regained these heads."
With that, An Beisan began to slowly open the Fla Core Shield.
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