Six copies against a Grandmaster, Jinmu thought, his mind calculating odds that seemed impossible even to contemplate. But I can't retreat. Not with Hyeon Ryu in this condition. Not with Do Giseon's plan still in motion. If I don't fight now, everything we've accomplished becomes meaningless.
"Attack," he said quietly to his copies, the word carrying all the weight of a death sentence. "Coordinate pattern maximum. Everything we have."
The copies moved without hesitation, their forms blurring as they activated the techniques that had served them so well against lesser opponents. SHADOW MIST WALKER and GHOST BLOOM STEP combined to create a storm of afterimages, while SILENT DEATH STEP carried them across the chamber like whispers of death itself.
