An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

It 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 same technique.

As 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 some extra 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!”

quickly formed a hand seal with one hand. As he sprinted, his body split into

attacked Fenley from different angles. Their forms were indistinguishable from one

“Get lost!”

both palms to hit the two Dalen figures approaching from either side. At the same time, he launched a

“Split!”

body trembled and split again-each clone multiplying into three. In a heartbeat, those three became nine. Soon, the ring

Spectral Clone Technique rivals

even better than Jude’s. He can dodge Fenley’s attacks while cloning

and execution are better

set the crowd

believed it was pure luck.

his ultimate technique, he wasn’t at his best. In the end, Dalen found an opening and took him

for an underdog victory. At least, that was how the spectators viewed

based on luck. It was based on his skill and strength

pressed his attack. He darted in and out to strike at Fenley from all

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another surge of internal energy erupted within him. The ethereal divine spirit behind him shapeshifted. It grew two more heads and four additional arms,