"This future Young Master is not done yet!!!"
Mo Lin roared.
His body blurred.
In the next instant, the arena filled with Mo Lins.
Not illusions.
Yu Xuan's vision sharpened as he immediately realized the truth.
Afterimages born from extreme speed.
Mo Lin wasn't splitting himself nor were these illusions.
He was everywhere.
Now every single Mo Lin raised his sword in perfect synchronization.
First Phase — Second Technique: Disk!
Dozens no, hundreds of spinning phantom disks formed simultaneously, each radiating lethal sword intent.
They erupted forward from every direction, sealing all escape paths.
Yu Xuan didn't retreat.
He clapped his hands once.
CLAP.
Space folded.
In a blink, Yu Xuan vanished and reappeared exactly where the real Mo Lin stood exchanging places with him.
Mo Lin's expression darkened instantly.
"This—!"
His own attacks had lost their target and now were after him.
But Mo Lin reacted with terrifying calm.
