395: Chapter 395 We Are All Cushions

This thought flashed through Lin Yao's mind.

She looked down at her fingers; an unprecedented, strange sensation emanated from her fingertips, instantly flowing through her entire body.

It wasn't an illusion.

A vast, majestic, and nearly infinite power was gushing out from the depths of every cell in her body.

This power didn't belong to her, yet it merged perfectly with her, as docile as an extension of her own arm.

It was as if... someone had given her a super BUFF with infinite duration and insane intensity.

Brother?

Lin Yao subconsciously looked up, her gaze crossing the distance to look toward the highest VIP room.

That familiar figure sat there quietly, as if he were just an ordinary spectator.

But Lin Yao just knew.

It must be him!

Besides him, who else in this world could do something so ridiculous?

It's so good to have a brother; he even dares to help me cheat in such a high-profile competition.

On Yan Pojun's face, which was half-covered by a visor, battle intent surged.

He had already raised the giant blade in his hand high, preparing to end this battle in the most violent manner and offer a final sacrifice to his past.

However, Lin Yao's snap caused his movements to stall for half a second.

He was waiting.

Waiting for this girl, who had the courage to step over the line, to reveal her final trump card.

Then, he saw it.

He saw a scene that he would never forget in his life, one that would amaze him even in countless future midnight dreams.

With Lin Yao as the center, translucent phantoms emerged without warning from the air behind her.

One, ten, a hundred...

It wasn't a simple illusion, nor was it ordinary afterimages.

Every phantom was exactly the same as Lin Yao herself, taking less than a second to go from blurry to solid.

Their movements were perfectly synchronized, like an army controlled by a single will.

One thousand!

Three thousand!

Five thousand!

Tens of thousands!

The dense figures multiplied frantically in a geometric progression, instantly filling half the arena behind Lin Yao.

Their numbers were still increasing!

The entire arena was completely occupied by this sudden appearance of the 'Lin Yao Army'.

The hundred thousand spectators, looking at this scene that was no less grand than the stands themselves, were speechless with surprise.

What is this?

A Cloning Technique?

What level of Cloning Technique can produce tens of thousands of physical entities?

"Is... is there something wrong with my eyes?"

"What... what is that? CG special effects? When did the Organization get this kind of technology?"

On the high-altitude floating platform, the Host's microphone slipped from his hand and hit the ground with a crisp 'clatter,' but he didn't even notice.

Inside the VIP room.

The mockery and impatience on Zhong Huai's face had long since frozen.

He was frozen in place, as if petrified.

He subconsciously rubbed his eyes and pinched his thigh hard.

Something's wrong, something's fucking, fucking wrong!

Last time I saw this Little Girl, her momentum wasn't small... but it wasn't this big!

A few thousand at most...

How long has it been?

Two hours?

Three hours?

Is this a human's Growth rate?

Is she summoning an army?!

Wen Yan appeared much calmer, but his slightly trembling fingertips still betrayed his inner turmoil.

The reason he didn't lose his composure like Zhong Huai was purely because he had seen something even bigger when Lin Yao fought Lin Yu just now.

And the culprit behind all this, Lin Yu, still sat there peacefully.

He just glanced indifferently at the field, as if those tens of thousands of clones were just a small trick his sister had casually tossed out.

His calm formed the sharpest contrast with the shock of everyone around him.

He had to stay calm; it would be a hassle if others found out he was helping his sister cheat.

Speaking of which, this was the first time Lin Yu had tried to directly apply Multiplication to a skill, compress it into a Primordial Snap, then perform Card Transformation on the snap and give it to someone else.

The Snap Skill Card itself made little noise, and with his intentional concealment, even if people saw it, they wouldn't know what it was.

Still, better to keep a low profile.

The recently awakened Xu Biao, along with over a hundred other burly men who had been cleared from the field, was watching the situation inside through a giant broadcast screen.

When Yan Pojun's blade split the entire arena, besides shock, they felt mostly humiliation and anger.

"Damn it! This Yan Pojun! He has no martial ethics! It was supposed to be a hundred and forty-two against one, but he cleared out all his teammates as soon as he stepped up!" a burly man who had just bandaged his head cursed indignantly.

"Exactly! I already had my pants off... bah, I mean, I was already warmed up, ready to go up and steal some kills and get some screen time, but he insta-killed us all with one swing?"

"Strong, we admit he's insanely strong. But this was handled so unfairly! Cutting off someone's livelihood is like killing their parents! This is a live broadcast across all of Linzhou! If we showed our faces, we could brag about it for a year back home!"

Xu Biao clutched his aching chest and didn't speak, but the resentment in his eyes was almost overflowing.

What were people like them after by participating in this kind of competition?

Wasn't it just for fame and profit!

Zhao Tianyang's points were a minor matter.

Showing their faces in a high-profile event like this would bring follow-up benefits far higher than that bit of prize money!

As it turned out, Yan Pojun's one strike had severed all their hopes.

They didn't even have the right to be background characters!

Fuck!

Before Xu Biao could recover from the shock of Yan Pojun's strike, he was completely stunned by the even more ridiculous sight before him.

But then, the anger of being fooled overwhelmed all other emotions.

"Illusion! This is definitely a fucking illusion!"

A burly man pointed at the screen, spit flying everywhere.

"I knew something was wrong! That Yan Pojun, he didn't come back earlier or later, but chose today of all days! And he made such a big scene!"

"Acting! They're fucking acting!"

"One splits the field to act like a supreme master! The other conjures tens of thousands of clones to act like a descending myth! They're playing us hundred thousand spectators for fools!"

"It must be a script from the Organization! Just to promote this newcomer! Damn it, they won't even give us a sip of the soup!"

These contestants, who were just feeling humiliated by Yan Pojun's strike, now seemed to have found an outlet for their frustration.

In their eyes, this was too fake.

Fake at first glance!

Where would a high school student get the energy to maintain tens of thousands of physical clones?

It doesn't make sense.

It doesn't fit their understanding of this world's power system.

So, there's only one truth.

This is an outright scam, a clumsy performance jointly presented by the Organization, Yan Pojun, and Lin Yao!

And they, the one hundred and forty-one 'experts' cleared out in one move, were the most ridiculous clowns in this performance, stepping stones used to highlight the protagonist's strength.