NovelEnglishIt wasn't just the spectators that were stunned. Even Fenley, standing in the battle ring, was equally caught off guard by Dalen's sudden use of the Spectral Clone Technique.
Since when did the Shadow Citadel have such an advanced technique? Even more surprising was Dalen's skill mastery, which rivaled Jude's.
Fenley's sharp eyes struggled to distinguish the real Dalen from the clones. It was clear that Dalen's proficiency in the Spectral Clone Technique had reached a near- perfection level, which couldn't be achieved overnight.
No wonder Dalen had managed to defeat Jude. It turned out he was equally proficient in the stechnique.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAs they said, "Understanding your opponent is key to victory." He leveraged his understanding of the technique to identify and exploit the weaknesses.
Fenley had to acknowledge that Dalen was adept at masking his true talents. Yet, even with the surprise, he wasn't intimidated. The Spectral Clone Technique might be tricky, but it was nothing he couldn't tackle. It simply meant he would need to put in sextra effort.
"That's impressive, but it won't change anything. You're still going to lose," Fenley said coldly.
"We won't know who will win until we fight!" Dalen shot back as he charged forward.
With a twist of his folding fan, a three- inch blade sprang out. He wielded it like a sword and lunged at Fenley's chest. He knew he couldn't hold back against such a formidable opponent, as any hint of weakness would lead to defeat.
"You're pushing your luck!" Fenley scoffed and stood his ground. He raised his palm and thrust it forward.
A thunderous sound echoed as the ethereal divine spirit behind him mirrored the movement. A massive palm shadow, as large as a truck, barreled toward Dalen with unstoppable force.
"Split!" Dalen quickly formed a hand seal with one hand. As he sprinted, his body split into three.
While dodging the palm shadow, each clone attacked Fenley from different angles. Their forms were indistinguishable from one another.
"Get lost!" Fenley spread his arms wide and struck with both palms to hit the two Dalen figures approaching from either side. At the stime, he launched a kick at the third one that was charging straight at him. His movements were precise and perfectly timed to intercept all three figures.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Split!" Just as Fenley launched his counterattack, Dalen's body trembled and split again-each clone multiplying into three. In a heartbeat, those three becnine. Soon, the ring was filled with his clones, and telling the real one apart was impossible.
"His Spectral Clone Technique rivals Jude's." "Honestly, I think Dalen's technique is even better than Jude's. He can dodge Fenley's attacks while cloning himself." "You're right. His timing and execution are better than Jude's." Dalen's impressive performance set the crowd murmuring.
When Dalen defeated Jude in the previous match, most believed it was pure luck. Jude had underestimated Dalen from the start, losing his advantage and sustaining serious injuries.
Although Jude managed to bounce back and use his ultimate technique, he wasn't at his best. In the end, Dalen found an opening and took him down.
Jude's arrogance and Dalen's fortune created the perfect storm for an underdog victory. At least, that was how the spectators viewed it.
But now, after seeing what Dalen was capable of, their opinions changed. His win wasn't based on luck. It was based on his skill and strength that ordinary eyes couldn't perceive.
After multiplying into nine clones, Dalen pressed his attack. He darted in and out to strike at Fenley from all angles.
"Clones, huh? I can do that too!" Fenley's expression hardened as another surge of internal energy erupted within him. The ethereal divine spirit behind him shapeshifted. It grew two more heads and four additional arms, transforming into a three-headed, six-armed entity.
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