59: Chapter 59 Methods to Counter Clones

Until Wang Lin stood still, Zhao Hu finally spoke: "Chen Long, what is your son doing? Is he going up there to throw his life away?"

Wang Dashan didn't turn his head, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly: "Just like me back in the day. LV2 forced kill of an LV5."

Zhao Hu's mouth twitched: "Chen Long, if you want to say LV2 killed an LV5, I'll accept that."

"You did indeed kill an LV5 when you were LV2; you've been bragging about that for twenty years."

"But you saying 'forced kill' now... that's a bit much, isn't it?"

Wang Dashan turned his head, revealing an honest smile: "Actually, that LV5 was playing dead at the time. I really did force the kill."

Zhao Hu: "..."

[Do you have no shame?] [I've seen shameless people, but I've never seen someone this shameless.]

Although he thought this in his heart, he still didn't say it out loud. Zhao Hu decided not to dwell on this issue anymore.

Discussing his past battle record with Chen Long is like reasoning with a drunkard: you will never win.

He turned his head to look at Zhang Qiming, his tone carrying a bit of schadenfreude: "Old Goat, this Wang Lin is going to lose, and you're going to have to eat the arena."

Zhang Qiming's brows furrowed slightly. To be honest, he hadn't expected Wang Lin to take the stage voluntarily.

When he made the bet with Zhao Hu three days ago, he was certain that Wang Lin wouldn't take the stage.

A Level 2 kid, facing an LV5 opponent, any normal person would choose to watch from the sidelines.

He was betting on whether Wang Lin had any brains. Anyone with a bit of sense wouldn't step onto the arena; watching from below would be enough.

If Wang Lin didn't show up, the bet would be void, and he wouldn't have to eat the arena. But now that Wang Lin had really stepped up, he felt a bit uncertain.

LV2 versus LV5, anyone would lose just thinking about it. This isn't a question of courage; this is a crushing difference in strength.

But who is Zhang Qiming? He is the famous old fox of the Twelve Zodiacs; he understands the principle of losing the battle but not the composure better than anyone.

He pushed up his glasses, the expression on his face returning to his usual composure: "What is there to fear? Chen Long could force kill an LV5 at LV2, I believe Wang Lin can also force kill an LV5 at LV2."

Hearing this, Wang Dashan laughed heartily. It was as if someone had truly recognized his LV2 forced kill of an LV5.

Zhao Hu, however, was depressed. He looked at Wang Dashan, then at Zhang Qiming, the expression on his face becoming increasingly strange.

Since when did you, Old Goat, also think that was a forced kill by Chen Long, and not just a finishing blow? Did you two collude to annoy me?

"Fine, fine, fine," Zhao Hu said the word "fine" three times, "Say whatever you want. Regardless, whoever loses will eat the arena."

He pulled a palm-sized black stone from his pocket and weighed it in his hand; a faint luster flowed across the stone. Image Stone: a rare item capable of recording footage.

"I brought an Image Stone today," Zhao Hu said with a hint of smugness in his voice, "I look forward to seeing how you eat the arena."

"Then I'll make one hundred copies of this Image Stone and distribute one to everyone in the camp. The title will be: The Twelve Zodiacs' Wei Yang Eats the Arena Alive, Full Recording."

Zhang Qiming's expression finally changed. "You certainly prepared thoroughly. However, are you sure you'll be the one laughing at the end?"

Zhao Hu laughed smugly: "I'm just asking you, Mr. Wei Yang, at LV2, can one force kill an LV5?"

Zhang Qiming fell silent; never mind a forced kill, he couldn't even manage a clean finishing blow.

Watching his silent appearance, Zhao Hu laughed even more smugly: "Old Goat, say something. When you were LV2, could you kill an LV5?"

Zhang Qiming pushed up his glasses and didn't respond. He didn't want to argue about this with Zhao Hu now, because all his attention was on the arena.

On the arena, Wang Lin had already stood still. Zhou Ying tilted his head to look at him: "You are Wang Lin? Level 2? Here to die?"

Wang Lin didn't answer, his hands still tucked in his pockets. Zhou Ying waited for two seconds, and not receiving a response, the smile at the corners of his mouth grew thicker.

He turned his head to look at Commander Tie Mu below the arena: "Commander, this opponent is too boring."

"How about I let two clones fight him? My main body won't go up, so people won't say I'm bullying him."

"Don't be careless," Commander Tie Mu said, "He is someone who killed a Level 3 while at Level 2."

This sounded like a reminder, but everyone could hear that Commander Tie Mu was being sarcastic.

Killing a Level 3 at Level 2 is indeed impressive in the eyes of ordinary people, but in front of an LV5, that achievement is no different from children playing house.

Of course, Zhou Ying heard it too. He patted his chest, made an exaggerated expression of fear, and then began to laugh heartily.

"Level 2 killed a Level 3? How amazing. I'm so scared." The Blood Fang members under the arena also laughed along.

Wang Lin stood there, his expression unchanged. The referee glanced at the two, retreated to the edge of the arena, and brought his raised hand down sharply.

"Begin!" Zhou Ying was in no hurry to attack. He stood in place and looked at Wang Lin: "Kid, don't say I'm bullying you. I'll play with you a bit first."

He gently stomped his foot. "Bang!" With a soft sound, a clone separated from Zhou Ying's body.

"Go," Zhou Ying said one word. The clone moved.

Its Speed wasn't fast, but its movements were very clean. It dashed in front of Wang Lin, right fist heading straight for his face.

This punch carried the sound of wind, the force wasn't great, but the angle was tricky, aiming straight for Wang Lin's nose bridge.

Wang Lin didn't take it head-on; he used his hand as a blade, activating the skill [Blade God].

He dodged sideways, simultaneously pulling his right hand out of his pocket, his fingertips lightly grazing the clone's throat.

A nearly invisible black light flashed, and the LV2.5 clone dissipated without a sound.

The clone didn't dissipate immediately, but instead followed Wang Lin's fingers and drilled into his palm. No one noticed this small detail. Zhou Ying didn't notice it either.

In his view, a clone being dissipated by a Level 2 kid was not worth caring about at all. He scoffed, gently stomped his foot, and released two more clones.

"A bit interesting. Are two enough?" The two clones flanked Wang Lin from left and right, one throwing a punch at his head, the other kicking at his lower body.

Wang Lin didn't retreat; his body wove between the two, like a fish swimming through water weeds.

The fingertips of his left hand grazed the chest of the first clone, and the palm of his right hand pressed against the back of the neck of the second clone. Two soft sounds, and both clones dissipated simultaneously.

Those two clusters of energy were once again drawn in, silently sinking into Wang Lin's palm.

Zhou Ying's smile stiffened for a moment, but quickly recovered. He rubbed his fingers, his expression becoming a bit more serious: "Alright, you have some skill. What about four?"

He waved his hand, and four clones separated from his body simultaneously, rushing at Wang Lin from four directions. Punches and kicks rained down, sealing off all of Wang Lin's escape routes. 1v4, one is LV2, but four are LV2.5. A gasp of surprise erupted from the viewing stands.