66: Chapter 66 Wang Lin's Shadow Clone

He recognized it; that was his image stone.

That meant the entire process of him eating the Arena had been recorded.

From the first bite to the final swallow, every detail and every angle had been recorded clearly.

"You…"

He reached out to snatch it, his fingers forming claws, aiming directly for the image stone in Wang Dashan's hand.

Wang Dashan simply flicked his wrist, and the image stone landed in Zhang Qiming's hand.

Zhang Qiming looked down at the image stone in his hand, his mouth slowly curling up:

"Stinky Tiger… you have this coming today! …Hahaha…"

Zhao Hu took a deep breath and squeezed out a sentence: "Mr. Chen Long, you motherf—"

Wang Dashan didn't wait for him to finish, turning around and walking out of the corner: "Let's go. Time to go home and eat."

"Mr. Chen Long, how do you have my image stone?"

"You dropped it when you transformed. I picked it up for you."

Zhao Hu's mouth twitched: "I don't believe a word you say."

Zhang Qiming put the image stone into his pocket: "Tiger, don't worry, I won't show this footage to anyone else."

Zhao Hu's eyes were full of vigilance: "Really?"

"Really. I'm just keeping it for myself, taking it out occasionally to watch and have a laugh."

Watching the two leave, Zhao Hu caught up with big strides and suddenly asked:

"Mr. Chen Long, what does your son plan to do in the future? Join the Twelve Zodiacs?"

Wang Dashan shook his head: "No. He has his own path to walk."

Zhao Hu was stunned for a moment: "What path?"

"His own path."

…

On the other side, the Arena.

Some people had their mouths hanging open, forgetting to close them.

Some had weak legs, leaning against the back of their chairs.

Others even discovered their pants were wet; they had actually been scared to the point of peeing themselves.

The Arena that had existed for decades was gone. Not even a speck of dust remained.

Someone finally spoke up: "Damn it, I think I've seen a ghost."

Another person said: "In my entire life… I'll never reach that height."

The person next to him replied: "Brother, if you had claws as big as his, you could strut around anywhere in the camp."

As the sun set, the crowd slowly dispersed like the ebbing tide.

In twos and threes, they were silent; no one spoke.

The people in the stands had mostly left.

Only a few scattered people remained, still sitting there.

In the Dark Blade contestant area, Captain Huo Xiao was still standing there.

Su Wan stood by his side, not speaking.

She knew what the Captain was thinking:

Mr. Chen Long used his aura to help the Captain break through to LV7.

Tiger used a mouthful of the Arena to tell everyone who stood behind Wang Lin.

This wasn't a gift; it was an investment.

The simplest of investments: protecting Wang Lin.

From now on, they could ride on Wang Lin's boat, achieve great success, and take off directly.

Captain Huo Xiao's hand clenched in his pocket, then relaxed, then clenched again: "After we go back, hold a meeting. Everyone."

Su Wan nodded: "Yes."

Wang Lin left the passageway, but didn't go to the Dark Blade resting area; instead, he left the Arena directly.

Because he wasn't that close with Captain Huo Xiao yet.

In a small alley outside the Arena, Shi Gan was holding Commander Tie Mu.

His eyes were red, but he didn't cry.

Liu Kun walked in front, his footsteps very light: "Shi Gan."

Shi Gan didn't look up: "Yeah."

"The Captain is gone, but Blood Fang is still here."

Shi Gan didn't speak, just nodded.

Liu Kun didn't say anything more and continued walking forward.

He knew that from today on, Blood Fang would have to rely on themselves.

…

Returning to the room at the inn, Wang Lin closed the door, shut his eyes, and felt the new power within his body.

Shadow Clone Superpower, extracted from Zhou Ying. As a LV5 Superpower user, the clone had fifty percent of the original body's strength.

But he himself had just broken through to LV3, so the clone only had about thirty percent of the original body's strength.

He opened his eyes, raised his hand, and turned his palm upward.

"Poof!"

Then, another person appeared opposite him.

An identical dark hoodie, identical hands in pockets, an identical expression.

That "Wang Lin" stood before him, tilting his head as if asking: What do you want me to do?

Wang Lin looked at him and was stunned for a moment.

Suddenly, it felt a bit absurd.

He activated it again.

"Poof!"

Another one.

Standing next to the first one, same posture, same expression.

"Poof! Poof! Poof!"

Five, six, seven…

Ten "Wang Lins" stood before him, crowding the small room until it was packed.

They stood in a row; some tilted their heads, some crossed their arms, some leaned against the wall, and some crouched on the ground.

Wang Lin looked at them, his mouth twitching.

Weak, too weak.

With a LV3 original body, the clones only had thirty percent strength.

On average, each clone's strength was only LV0.9, not even reaching LV1.

What the hell is the use of this? Only good for bullying newbies?

It's fine for fighting a normal person, but against a serious Superpower user, they'd be gone in one punch.

He raised his hand, and a clone also raised its hand.

He clenched his fist, and the clone also clenched its fist.

He took a step forward, and the clone also took a step forward.

Wang Lin withdrew his hand, and the ten clones also withdrew their hands.

He was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed.

It might be weak, but there are a lot of them.

The times have changed; no one does one-on-one duels anymore, it's all about gang fights now.

Ip Man fights ten people at once, but I, Wang Lin, will just have ten fight you one.

Just ask yourself, are you convinced?

And the clones can use the original body's Superpower.

He reached out his hand, and a ball of pale blue light condensed in his palm—Ice Ability.

Behind him, the ten clones also reached out their hands, pale blue light simultaneously lighting up in their palms.

Eleven Ice Abilities activated simultaneously; the temperature in the room dropped several degrees instantly, and a thin layer of frost formed on the windows.

Wang Lin withdrew his hand, and the eleven Ice Ability lights extinguished at the same time.

He thought for a moment, then activated Wind Ability.

A mass of cyan airflow appeared in his palm, rotating and emitting a faint whirring sound.

Behind him, the ten clones also followed suit and activated Wind Ability.

Eleven streams of cyan airflow rotated in the room, blowing the papers on the table all over the floor.

Wang Lin looked back at them, his mouth curling up.

Each clone can only use one Superpower.

It's not that they can't use multiple, but the clone's energy is too weak to support multiple Superpowers.

A single clone can only choose one.

But he has ten clones.

Ten clones, ten Superpowers.

Ice Element, Wind Element, Shadow Shapeshifting, Poison, Speed enhancement, Vajra Transformation…

Enough, that's enough.

Ten clones, ten different Superpowers, fighting one opponent—that's ten different attack methods.

The opponent can defend against ice, but not wind;

Can defend against wind, but not shadow;

Can defend against shadow, but not poison.

Even if they defend against everything, there's the original body waiting in the shadows.

The clones might be weak, but as long as they can hold on for a few seconds, that's enough.

A few seconds is enough for him to do a lot of things.

And… he looked down at his own hand, a dark golden light flashing across his palm—[Vajra Transformation].