"What do you mean by 'not of this world'?" Qin Yan thought carefully but couldn't make sense of it. He thought the man was talking nonsense and said, "I don't remember seeing you before. This monster is very important to us, we fought hard to bring it down, and we cannot hand it over to you."

"Oh?" The man in silver clothes looked interestedly at Qin Yan. "What if I just take it by force?"

"If that's the case, I won't be polite with you either." Qin Yan raised his sword. "You are an ability user, I won't show mercy to you."

"Interesting." The man in silver clothes also raised his spear. "That move you just made was quite good, I want to see more."

After saying this, the man in silver clothes made a flashy spear move and thrust towards Qin Yan. Qin Yan directly used his sword to block the spear, then counterattacked with a slash towards the man in silver clothes. The man dodged too late, leaving a cut on his chest, making him realize that Qin Yan indeed had skills. He focused and launched a fierce attack towards Qin Yan with his spear.

The man in silver clothes was highly skilled, using the spear with exceptional proficiency, executing moves like chops, slashes, thrusts, and stabs fluidly and swiftly. His movements were so agile and rapid that it was hard to predict where the next attack would come from.

On the other side, although Gao Zhanxiang and the others saw the man in silver clothes as their enemy, they couldn't help but admire his extraordinary martial arts skills. They speculated that the man in silver clothes must have been training in martial arts since childhood to be so proficient in using cold weapons.

As for Qin Yan, his swordsmanship seemed a bit rusty, but he could still hold his own against the highly skilled man in silver clothes. Despite his somewhat clumsy attacks, Qin Yan's tactics were effective, almost striking the man in silver clothes on several occasions.

After battling for a few minutes, no clear winner emerged between the two. The man in silver clothes wore a perplexed expression, seemingly unable to understand how Qin Yan, with his unfamiliar swordsmanship, could match him in combat. He appeared lost in deep thought, as if pondering something extremely complex.

The man's distraction caused his spear movements to slow down. Seeing this, Qin Yan seized the opportunity and intensified his attack, thrusting his sword towards the man in silver clothes's chest. The man quickly raised his spear to block, but Qin Yan swiftly changed his move, slashing towards the man's thigh. Although the man was distracted, his reaction was quick, immediately countering by aiming his spear at Qin Yan's throat. It was a defensive move meant to attack at the same time—if Qin Yan aimed for his thigh, his own throat would be at risk of being pierced by the spear. However, Qin Yan lifted his sword and took a step forward, his throat passing over the blade of the man's spear, just a millimeter away. With a light sound, Qin Yan's sword rested on the man's neck. With a little force, the sword could cut the man's neck, causing significant harm.

"Well done! That was a great fight!" Gao Zhanxiang, seeing the outcome, cheered loudly for Qin Yan.

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The man in silver clothes looked defeated, as if he had suffered a great blow, muttering, "How... how could I... lose?!"

With his sword resting on the man's neck, Qin Yan spoke in a deep voice, "I don't think you're the kind of person who would use this monster for evil. As long as you don't have any more intentions towards the monster, I won't harm you. How about it?"

The man in silver clothes did not respond to Qin Yan's words. He stared at Qin Yan's face with a puzzled look and said, "I have a question for you. Can you predict my actions? No matter what moves I use, can you foresee them in advance?"

Qin Yan's heart skipped a beat, realizing the man's insight was astonishing. He had indeed relied on the help of Dream Butterfly to predict the man in silver clothes' next move, allowing him to keep up in their battle. Qin Yan decided not to hide the truth and replied honestly, "Yes, why do you ask?"

"I see..." The man in silver clothes seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. Unexpectedly, at that moment, something unbelievable happened—

A crack appeared in the center of the man in silver clothes's forehead, slowly opening to reveal a black eyeball.

"A third eye!?" Everyone present was stunned by this sight, thinking they were seeing things or dreaming. They rubbed their eyes in disbelief, but the fact remained—the man in silver clothes had indeed grown a third eye on his forehead.

"Let's continue." Stepping back, the man with three eyes raised his long spear and earnestly addressed Qin Yan. It seemed he was not willing to admit defeat.

Suppressing his surprise, Qin Yan thought that even with an extra eye, the situation wouldn't change. He said, "Alright, I'll play with you some more." With that, he raised his sword and attacked the man in silver clothes.

As Qin Yan launched his attack, he visualized the man in silver clothes dodging to his left. He quickly adjusted his strike in that direction, but the man raised his spear to block, deflecting Qin Yan's sword and avoiding being hit.

Puzzled, Qin Yan attacked again, this time seeing the man raise his spear for a block. Midway through, Qin Yan changed his move, aiming for the man's waist, but the man stepped back, dodging the attack without using his spear as in the vision.

Confused, Qin Yan wondered if Dream Butterfly's ability to predict actions had somehow gone awry. Suddenly, a vague voice echoed in his mind: "His third eye has the same power as my psychic abilities, able to foresee your actions in advance."

"What?" Stunned, Qin Yan muttered to himself, "If that's true, everyone can predict each other's actions, and I'll have no advantage."

"What's wrong? Giving up on the attack?" The man in silver clothes wore a confident smile, raising his trident spear and launching a fierce assault towards Qin Yan. His spear technique was as sharp and swift as before, overwhelming Qin Yan, who struggled to dodge and block the attacks, feeling completely suppressed by the man's skills. It was a stark contrast to their earlier match, and Qin Yan realized he might soon be defeated.

Suddenly, Qin Yan leaped back, shouting, "Wait!" The man in silver clothes, showing some courtesy, halted his attack, not continuing to strike Qin Yan.

"Are you admitting defeat?" The man in silver clothes stood proudly with his spear, his initial arrogance returning to his face.

"Yes, I admit defeat." Qin Yan acknowledged that in swordsmanship, spear techniques, or other aspects, he was no match for the man in silver clothes and admitted it straightforwardly.

The man in silver clothes smiled, "Well said. You have a good sense of self-awareness."

Qin Yan added, "Although I can't beat you, this monster can't go with you either. It is crucial to us. If you want to take it, you'll have to face all of us."

"Exactly!" Gao Zhanxiang exclaimed loudly from the side. "If you, with your three eyes, want to take away this monster, you'll have to defeat all of us. Don't think we're ganging up on you because there are more of us. If it comes to it, we'll all join forces and blast you to bits. Don't regret it later."