Apfel was fully aware what the fingers on the forehead meant. It was obvious, at this point. Where is he teleporting?

Move to the left

Though his psychic powers were excellent for alerting him to personal danger when it was possible for it to be avoided. When it was possible. It was agonizingly silent when 23's gigantic destructo-disc came for him. He juked, the Ki spark flying past his side harmlessly. Though the limits of his precognitive abilities were being reached, there didn't seen to be many tricks he had that he couldn't predict. Though his aching right arm was unpleasant, he could keep going. The assassin only needed to make one mistake, and Apfel only needed to be lucky once.

What did I say? You will never defeat me with those moves. Apfel flew at the assassin, swinging his World Blade once to cut through any lingering wires, in addition to trying to cut through the Assassin.