57: Chapter 57 Shadow Clone

Frost surged from his palm, instantly engulfing Xiong Lie's entire head and shoulders.

Xiong Lie felt his thoughts slowing down.

His consciousness began to blur, and the world before him turned into a vast expanse of white.

He struggled to activate his Savage Bear Power, but that strength felt frozen within his blood vessels, unable to surge forth no matter what.

His knees buckled.

Then, he knelt down.

With a "bang," Xiong Lie landed on both knees, kneeling on the Arena.

The entire venue fell silent.

Shen Yuan stood behind him, looking down at Xiong Lie who was kneeling on the ground: "You are strong."

"But before yesterday, I might not have been able to beat you."

"However, yesterday, I took a level 5 genetic serum. So..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but everyone understood.

The referee walked over to Xiong Lie, glanced down at him, and then raised his right hand.

"First round, Dark Blade wins."

Xiong Lie remained kneeling there, motionless.

People from Blood Fang rushed up and helped him up from the ground.

His eyes were still open, but his pupils were dilated, his lips were purple, and he looked like he had just been pulled out of an ice cellar.

Wang Lin watched Shen Yuan's back, feeling faintly excited.

The image of Shen Yuan sliding on the ice surface was still replaying in his mind.

That angle, that Speed, that control of his center of gravity while turning.

Every detail was being dismantled, analyzed, and reassembled by him.

He had Ice Ability, Wind Element, and Speed.

If he were to combine these three abilities...

He took a deep breath, suppressing that excitement.

Now was not the time to think about these things.

He was here to watch the match, not to zone out.

At this moment, Commander Tie Mu sat in the contestant area with a gloomy expression.

He hadn't expected Xiong Lie to lose so decisively.

A level 5 genetic serum... That old fox Captain Huo Xiao actually had such a trick up his sleeve.

But was it worth it?

Spending hundreds of thousands to buy it just to win one match?

Commander Tie Mu's gaze fell on Captain Huo Xiao, who was on the other side of the Arena.

That man was slowly sipping from a water cup, wearing that smile that made people want to grit their teeth in hatred.

Commander Tie Mu took a deep breath, suppressing his anger.

Shen Yuan's stamina consumption in the first round wasn't high; sending someone else for the second round would likely still result in a loss.

Rather than pinning his hopes on the second round, it was better to use the second round to wear Shen Yuan down.

As long as he exhausted his stamina, if he went up personally in the third round, winning three in a row was not impossible.

He turned his head and looked at someone sitting in the back row: "Zhou Ying, you go in the second round."

That person stood up; he was not tall, thin and small, with a somewhat dull expression.

But everyone from Blood Fang knew that this unassuming young man was one of the most troublesome characters in Blood Fang.

Zhou Ying, LV5, Superpower: Clone.

The referee's voice echoed over the Arena: "Second round, both contestants enter the ring."

Shen Yuan stood in place, waiting for his opponent to appear.

The level 5 genetic serum had given him power, but it hadn't been fully absorbed yet, and the energy in his body was still unstable.

He had to finish the battle quickly.

Then he saw Zhou Ying.

The way that person walked onto the Arena was completely different from Xiong Lie.

Xiong Lie had "crashed" onto it, every step carrying the momentum to crush everything;

Zhou Ying "floated" onto it, his footsteps so light there was almost no sound,

his whole being like a leaf falling on the water, quiet, unassuming, but you didn't know where it would drift.

Shen Yuan frowned slightly.

He didn't know this person, nor did he like this type of opponent.

He wasn't afraid of a brute like Xiong Lie, who fought punch for punch.

But this kind of silent, unfathomable opponent was the most troublesome.

The referee looked at the two of them, raised his hand, and dropped it: "Begin."

Shen Yuan didn't rush to attack.

He stood in place, the frost current in his palm flowing slowly, waiting for the opponent's move.

He wanted to see what this person was capable of first.

Zhou Ying didn't move either.

He stood there, hands still in his pockets, looking at Shen Yuan with a dull expression, as if he were daydreaming.

The two confronted each other for about ten seconds.

Then Zhou Ying moved.

It wasn't a charge, it wasn't an attack, he just gently stamped his foot.

"Bang!"

With a soft sound, Zhou Ying's body suddenly became blurry.

From one it became two, from two it became four, from four it became eight.

Identical gray jackets, identical dull expressions, identical hands in pockets.

They spread out in a fan shape, surrounding Shen Yuan in the middle.

A burst of exclamations erupted from the stands.

"Clones?"

"Eight?!"

"What kind of Superpower is this?!"

Shen Yuan's pupils contracted slightly.

A Clone-type Superpower? This was the type he least wanted to encounter.

Frost Power required contact to achieve maximum effect, but facing a group of clones, you had no idea which one was real.

Hitting a fake one was a waste of stamina;

failing to hit the real one meant the opponent could stab you in the back at any moment.

The eight Zhou Yings spoke simultaneously, their voices overlapping:

"My level 5 clones each have fifty percent of the original's strength."

"Can you find which one is the real one?"

Shen Yuan didn't answer.

His gaze swept quickly between the eight clones, trying to find a flaw.

But the eight Zhou Yings' movements were perfectly synchronized, their expressions identical, even their breathing frequency was the same.

This was impossible; any clone technique had a flaw, there must be some subtle difference between the original and the clones.

But he needed time to find it.

However, Zhou Ying didn't give him time.

The eight clones moved simultaneously.

They surrounded Shen Yuan from eight directions, some throwing punches, some kicking, some circling from the side to behind him.

The movements weren't fast, but they had the advantage of numbers and tricky angles.

A single one wasn't worth mentioning, but eight combined were a force not to be underestimated.

Shen Yuan dodged the first clone's punch by stepping aside, swung his left hand, and Frost Power condensed into an ice wall, blocking the attacks of the two clones on his right.

But the three clones on his left had already closed in, their punches and kicks raining down.

He had to step back twice, flicking out a string of ice blades with his right hand, cutting the foremost clone in half.

The sliced "Zhou Ying" was like a puff of smoke, dissipating silently.

A fake.

The remaining seven clones didn't give him a chance to breathe, continuing to swarm him.

Shen Yuan blocked and dodged, using ice walls, ice blades, and Frost Power in turns, dissipating three more clones.

But for every one he dissipated, his stamina was consumed a bit more.

And those clones seemed endless; as soon as one was dissipated, Zhou Ying would gently stamp his foot and replenish it.

Shen Yuan's breathing began to grow rapid.

He realized Zhou Ying's strategy.

It wasn't to defeat him, but to wear him down.

Each clone only needed to consume a tiny bit of his stamina, but with eight clones taking turns, he could be exhausted to death.

His Frost Power required a large amount of energy to support, and the side effects of the level 5 genetic serum were already beginning to show.

His body was sending out warnings; he couldn't hold on for much longer.

Wang Lin sat in the contestant area, his gaze tightly fixed on the battle situation on the Arena.

His eyes grew brighter and brighter.

Level 5 clones?

Each clone has fifty percent of the original's strength?

Can they be replenished after being dissipated?

Isn't this just the Shadow Clone from Naruto?