60: Chapter 60 Promotion to LV3

If this wave of attacks landed solidly, even if the Level 2 kid wasn't knocked off the Arena, he would be heavily injured and collapse.

Wang Lin did not dodge.

His body wove between the punches and kicks of the four Shadow Clones, like a leaf in a storm, looking precarious but never once getting hit.

For him, possessing the Wind Element and Speed Ability, the Speed of the four LV2.5 Shadow Clones before him was still too slow.

Moreover, his eyes had also evolved, possessing the function of dynamic visual tracking.

His fingertips lightly brushed against each Shadow Clone.

Throat, chest, back of the neck, ribs.

Each touch was very light, as light as a caress, yet each one took a life.

Four Shadow Clones, four soft sounds, four clusters of black mist, all submerged into Wang Lin's palm.

Suddenly, Zhou Ying's expression changed.

It wasn't because the Shadow Clones were dispersed.

It was because his stamina was being consumed much faster than expected.

Under normal circumstances, after a Shadow Clone is dispersed, most of the energy returns to the original body.

But today was different; energy was being consumed faster than usual.

He needed to spend two to three times more effort than usual to replace the new Shadow Clones.

In the corner at the very top of the Arena, three people watched clearly.

As Tiger of the Twelve Zodiacs, he had seen too many strange and bizarre Superpowers, but a Level 2 kid being able to intercept energy from an LV5's Shadow Clone was something he had never heard of.

"Chen Long, is your son... absorbing the energy of Zhou Ying's Shadow Clones?"

Wang Dashan didn't know exactly what Wang Lin's Superpower was, but that didn't stop him from acting cool.

"Don't make such a fuss, looking like you've never seen the world!"

"This is just my son's standard procedure."

Zhang Qiming pushed up his glasses, his eyes behind the lenses narrowing slightly.

"Generally speaking, after a Shadow Clone is dispersed, some of the energy returns to the original body."

"This is the iron law of Shadow Clone type Superpowers."

"But every time Wang Lin kills a Shadow Clone, that portion of returned energy doesn't go back to Zhou Ying, but is swallowed by him instead."

"What the hell kind of Superpower is this?"

Wang Dashan did not answer.

He had no idea what was going on either, so he could only put on a profound appearance and said indifferently, "Watch the match..."

On the Arena, Zhou Ying released six more Shadow Clones.

His movements were a bit slower than before, sweat began to bead on his forehead, and his breathing became rapid.

He didn't understand why his stamina was being consumed so quickly, but he had no time to think, because Wang Lin was closing in on him.

Those Shadow Clones lunged forward, dissipated at his fingertips, and turned into black mist that he swallowed.

One, two, three, four, five, six.

All of them became part of his body within ten seconds.

Fear finally appeared in Zhou Ying's eyes.

It wasn't because of how strong Wang Lin's strength was.

In terms of raw strength, an LV5 could not possibly be afraid of a Level 2 kid.

It was because he didn't understand what was happening.

At this moment, Wang Lin stood still opposite him and said indifferently, "Did you finally realize it?"

"But it's too late."

"If you had used the Shadow Clones as cover from the beginning and attacked with your original body, it would have been difficult for me to handle."

"An LV5's power burst is not something I, a Level 2, can contend with. But you were too careless."

Wang Lin was right; he had underestimated his enemy too much.

From the beginning of the match, he hadn't taken this Level 2 kid seriously at all.

He took a deep breath, suppressing his panic.

So what if a few Shadow Clones were swallowed?

He was LV5 after all; a starving camel is still bigger than a horse.

A Level 2 kid, no matter how many Shadow Clones he ate, couldn't possibly bridge a gap of three levels.

"Even if I don't use Shadow Clones, you still aren't my match."

Before his words faded, his foot kicked hard against the ground, and his whole body shot toward Wang Lin like an arrow released from a bowstring.

This punch had no frills; it was the purest LV5 power burst.

Wang Lin raised his right hand in front of him, his skin rapidly turning grayish-white from his fingertips, Superpower [Petrification].

"Bang!!"

The dull sound of the impact was like a muffled thunderclap, and the ground of the Arena shook.

Wang Lin's body slid back half a meter, and several fine cracks appeared on the surface of his petrified right hand, but it didn't shatter.

He caught it.

A full-force strike from an LV5 had been caught by him.

Zhou Ying's eyes widened in disbelief that his fist had been blocked by a petrified hand.

He wanted to pull his hand back, but Wang Lin's fingers had already closed, tightly gripping his fist.

The petrified fingers were like iron pliers, unmoving.

"It's too late; you have already consumed too much energy."

"Now, you are no longer my match."

A sense of unprecedented panic surged in Zhou Ying's heart.

He was LV5, the opponent was Level 2, yet he couldn't break free from the opponent's hand?

This wasn't normal; just how much of his stamina had been consumed?

He didn't hesitate anymore, his left fist carrying his last bit of strength smashing toward Wang Lin's face.

If this punch landed solidly, even with Petrification defense, Wang Lin's head would be cracked open.

Wang Lin raised his left hand, using Petrification again, steadily catching Zhou Ying's left fist.

Both hands, both fists, were all locked tight.

Zhou Ying's arms were fixed in mid-air, and his whole body was like it had been nailed in front of Wang Lin, unable to move.

Wang Lin looked at him, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly: "Even when a lion hunts a rabbit, it uses its full strength. Haven't you heard this saying?"

Then Zhou Ying's pupils contracted violently.

Because he saw Wang Lin's chest split open, blooming like flower petals.

Several black Tentacles extended from Wang Lin's chest, twisting and wriggling.

They paused in the air for a moment, then violently stabbed into Zhou Ying's body.

Chest, abdomen, shoulder; three Tentacles pierced in simultaneously, and Zhou Ying's body shook violently.

His eyes widened sharply, and he let out a hoarse scream.

He felt the energy in his body being frantically devoured by something.

Those Tentacles were like straws, inserted into his blood vessels and muscles, sucking away everything that could be absorbed.

His body began to weaken, and his eyelids felt as heavy as if they had weights hanging from them.

He wanted to resist, wanted to activate his Superpower, wanted to release another Shadow Clone to save himself, but his energy was already exhausted.

Those Shadow Clones had consumed too much of his stamina, and now, even the last remaining bit was being sucked away.

"Is this... how my... Shadow Clone energy... was... sucked away?"

Wang Lin felt the energy flooding into his body.

His body was trembling.

Those energies rampaged inside his body, searching for every gap to fill; after filling them, they continued to expand, making his blood vessels throb.

That barrier was vibrating violently.

The barrier between Level 2 and Level 3 was as thin as a piece of paper, and at this moment, it was teetering on the verge of collapse under the impact of this violent energy.

He could hear it ringing, like cracks spreading on an ice surface, crack, crack, getting bigger and deeper.

He released Zhou Ying's fists, took the three crystal cores from his pocket, threw them all into his mouth, chewed them up with a crunch, and swallowed them.