58: Chapter 58 This round, let me handle it.

Naruto's signature skill.

Back when he knew nothing in the early stages, he relied on this Shadow Clone technique to pull off so many tricks.

Multiple Shadow Clones, Rasengan Shuriken, various combination tactics...

A seemingly unremarkable cloning technique could be played in a hundred different ways in the hands of someone who knew how to use it.

Others might think the cloning ability is trash—it can't fight, it can't tank, so what's the point?

But he had watched Naruto.

He knew the true value of the Shadow Clone technique wasn't in the clones themselves, but in tactical combinations.

One clone to feign an attack, one to lure the enemy, one to scout, and one to block a blow.

The main body hides in the shadows, waiting for the opponent to reveal a flaw, then strikes for a one-hit kill.

This isn't an ability that can "fight," but an ability that can "push other abilities to their absolute limit."

And for him, Wang Lin, the thing he lacked the least was other abilities.

Ice Element, Wind Element, Shadow Shapeshifting, toxin infiltration, Speed, enhancement, Fire Element...

He had so many Superpowers, but he could only use one or two at a time during any given battle.

It wasn't because he couldn't use the others, but because he only had one pair of hands, one pair of feet, and one brain; he couldn't manage everything at once.

But if he had clones...

One clone uses Ice Element, one clone uses Wind Element, and the main body uses Shadow Shapeshifting to lurk in the shadows.

The opponent wouldn't be facing one person, but three enemies with completely different styles.

Frost to block the path, gale to disrupt, and the main body launching a surprise attack from the shadows... Who the hell could defend against that?

Wang Lin's heartbeat began to accelerate.

This cloning ability was practically tailor-made for him.

On the Arena, Shen Yuan's situation was becoming increasingly dire.

He had already dispersed over a dozen clones, but Zhou Ying was able to replenish them quickly every time.

Eight clones maintained a constant encirclement around him, like eight hungry wolves surrounding a weary lion, unhurried and calm, slowly wearing him down.

Sweat began to bead on Shen Yuan's forehead.

It wasn't from the heat; it was from exhaustion.

The side effects of the Level 5 genetic serum were accelerating, and his stamina was dropping at a rate visible to the naked eye.

The power of his Frost Power was also weakening...

He couldn't let this continue.

Shen Yuan gritted his teeth and made a decision.

He was going to use his ultimate move.

A one-time, large-scale Frost Power burst to freeze the entire Arena.

That way, no matter how many clones Zhou Ying had, they would all be frozen in place.

This move would consume a massive amount of energy, leaving him with basically no strength to continue fighting afterward, but if he didn't do it, he would be worn to death by his opponent.

He took a deep breath and began to concentrate the Frost Power within his body.

White air currents surged from every pore on his body, forming a small vortex of frost around him.

The floor of the Arena began to ice over, spreading outward from under Shen Yuan's feet.

The temperature in the air plummeted below zero.

Zhou Ying's clones were forced to take a few steps back by the cold air.

The Speed of those clones slowed down significantly; frost covered their clothes and skin, and their movements began to stiffen.

"He's going to use his ultimate move!" someone in the stands exclaimed.

At this moment, Wang Lin suddenly turned his head and shouted at Commander Huo:

"Commander Huo... quickly make him concede... quickly make him concede!"

Captain Huo Xiao was startled by the sudden shout.

He thought he had misheard: "What?"

"Make Shen Yuan concede... quickly!"

Captain Huo Xiao stared at Wang Lin for two seconds.

He saw Wang Lin's eyes; those eyes held excitement, urgency, and a glimmer of greed.

Captain Huo Xiao didn't ask why.

He simply nodded, stood up, and shouted at Shen Yuan on the Arena: "Shen Yuan! Concede!"

Shen Yuan's Frost Power had condensed to its limit; that ice-blue orb of light could erupt at any moment.

Hearing Captain Huo Xiao's voice, he froze for a moment, turned to look at the contestant area, his face full of confusion.

"Concede!" Captain Huo Xiao shouted again, his tone brooking no argument.

Shen Yuan hesitated for an instant.

He didn't understand why the Captain wanted him to concede.

Clearly, he could win if he used this move.

But he didn't question it and withdrew his Frost Power.

The ice-blue orb of light slowly dissipated in his palm, the frost on the Arena stopped spreading, and the temperature in the air began to rise.

He turned to the referee, his voice calm: "I concede."

The entire audience was in an uproar.

"He conceded?!"

"Why?! He was clearly about to win!"

"What is Dark Blade doing?!"

The referee was stunned for a moment, looked at Shen Yuan, and after confirming he wasn't joking, raised his right hand: "Second round, Blood Fang wins."

Zhou Ying stood on the Arena, his eight clones slowly dissipating, leaving only his main body.

He watched Shen Yuan's retreating back as he conceded, full of confusion.

He had thought he was going to lose, but unexpectedly, he had won in a daze.

Shen Yuan walked off the Arena; he didn't ask Captain Huo Xiao why he had made him concede.

He just sat quietly in the contestant seating.

This was the influence Captain Huo Xiao had in Dark Blade.

It wasn't forced by orders.

It was trust accumulated bit by bit, through correct decisions made time and again in desperate situations, pulling the entire team back from the edge of death.

Captain Huo Xiao ignored Shen Yuan.

His gaze fell on Wang Lin, who had already stood up from his chair, his hands shoved into his pockets.

"Young Master Wang, what do you want to do?"

Wang Lin turned his head to look at him, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly: "This round, let me handle it!"

Captain Huo Xiao was stunned.

But he didn't ask Wang Lin why, just as Shen Yuan hadn't asked him.

He looked into Wang Lin's eyes.

Those eyes were bright, so bright it was as if something was burning inside them.

Wang Lin turned around to face Captain Huo Xiao: "Do you have any crystal cores on you?"

Captain Huo Xiao was taken aback, then reached into his pocket, fished out three Level 3 crystal cores, and placed them in Wang Lin's palm.

"I only have these three on me. If you want more, Young Master Wang, I'll go back and..."

"No need." Wang Lin stuffed the crystal cores into his pocket, "That's enough."

Wang Lin turned and walked toward the Arena.

The people in the stands were still buzzing with discussion, debating Shen Yuan's inexplicable concession just now.

Until someone shouted: "Look! Isn't that Wang Lin?"

The buzzing of discussion was like it had been hit with a pause button, then it suddenly exploded.

"Wang Lin? That Level 2 kid?"

"What is he doing going up there?"

"He's not planning to fight, is he?!"

"Are you kidding me! Level 2 fighting Level 5? Is he going up there to die?"

The voices surged over like a tide.

Wang Lin ignored those voices, not even speeding up or slowing down his pace.

He just kept walking, step by step, toward the center of the Arena.

In the highest corner of the Arena, three people stood.

No one knew how they had appeared, nor did anyone know when they had appeared.

One second that corner had been empty, the next second they were standing there.

The leader was a middle-aged man with an honest face; it was none other than the Dragon, Wang Dashan...

Standing to his left was Zhao Hu, the Tiger.

To his right was Zhang Qiming, Wei Yang.

He wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and his hair was combed meticulously.

The three of them didn't speak, just stood there quietly, watching that young man walk step by step toward the center of the Arena.