Shadow Clone Technique!

"Teacher, isn't this about enough?"

Han Yu said weakly.

"What have we even done so far? You'd better hold on for what comes next, kid."

Du Busi's emotionless voice came from above. The next moment, he seized Han Yu by the neck again and shoved him straight into the deep sea.

Sinking into the depths once more, the little strength Han Yu had recovered was swiftly drained away.

Under the extreme lack of oxygen and the immense pressure of the seawater, Han Yu's consciousness gradually blurred.

When Du Busi released him, the last shred of his awareness made him paddle weakly through the water on instinct, driven by the urge to survive.

Today's ordeal was clearly even more brutal than yesterday's. Before long, he fell unconscious again.

"Wake up!"

Du Busi's emotionless voice rang out again as a thread of green light flowed from his hand into Han Yu's body.

Han Yu regained consciousness once more, only to be met again by immense pressure, intense suffocation, and pain.

"No! I have to hold on."

Han Yu bit down hard on the tip of his tongue and somehow maintained his awareness as he endured the tremendous pressure around him.

His scarlet Sharingan emerged once again, radiating a cold, sinister aura through the sea.

Han Yu felt a flood of negative emotions surge toward him again, filling his eyes with madness and savagery.

"Hmph! I'll definitely overcome these negative emotions. I refuse to lose!"

Han Yu's gaze was firm as he gritted his teeth and persevered.

The immense pressure and the assault of negative emotions left him in unbearable agony.

The image of his near-death experience flashed through Han Yu's mind. Intense unwillingness appeared on his face, and he somehow endured it alive.

Du Busi's eyes were filled with surprise. He had not expected Han Yu to use such immense pressure to temper his own control.

This kid's potential was greater than he had imagined. There was still much to be drawn out of him—after all, jade could not become a fine vessel without carving!

"Heh heh heh!"

An inexplicable smile flashed across Du Busi's face before he let out an eerie chuckle.

Who knew how much time passed.

When Han Yu surfaced again, he no longer had even a trace of strength left. His face was as pale as paper.

His mind was completely blank, his eyes dull, as though he had been tortured beyond repair.

His body suddenly felt light as Du Busi gathered him into his arms. Then Han Yu's vision went dark, and he fainted once more.

"Teacher, just kill me. It hurts! It hurts too much!"

For one brief moment, Han Yu truly wanted to die.

Time passed gradually while Han Yu slept, and soon it was the following morning.

Han Yu was currently wolfing down a kind of Deep Purple Shrimp.

Even the shrimp meat was deep purple, making it look exceptionally strange.

With one bite, a rich, savory flavor spread through his mouth, while streams of warmth flowed into his limbs and bones.

His previously ghastly complexion gradually returned to normal.

"Teacher, shouldn't we take it slower?" Han Yu said to Du Busi with some regret.

That feeling had truly been unbearable. He could not breathe, could not even scream, and every bone in his body had been crushed under immense pressure, as though his entire body were about to split apart.

A hint of amusement flashed through Du Busi's eyes, but his expression turned stern. "What, you can't take it already? Where did all that bold talk from yesterday go?"

Han Yu smacked his lips and said awkwardly, "But you're going too fast. This disciple can't really take it."

"Enough nonsense. Finish eating and get back to training. We'll continue tomorrow."

After saying that, Du Busi flashed away, vanishing to who knew where.

Han Yu smiled bitterly. Most of what he had said just now had been a joke.

Though the process was agonizing, he could also feel the enormous benefits it brought him. He had merely wanted to complain on instinct.

What pleasantly surprised him was that under that immense pressure, his control over the Sharingan had become much easier. He believed that if this continued, he would soon be able to fully use the Three Tomoe Sharingan state.

Han Yu sat down cross-legged and quickly entered meditation.

He discovered that, at some point, his Soul Power had actually broken through to level thirteen.

This was earlier than he had expected. It seemed the food he had eaten before truly was highly nourishing. It not only greatly benefited his body, but also helped with Soul Power cultivation.

As his body's potential was squeezed out, the food he had eaten previously began to erupt in effect, strengthening his body.

The immense pain brought comprehensive improvement.

Han Yu understood that this was the Body Sect's method of cultivation. The gains were indeed fast, but the pain involved was also something ordinary people could hardly endure.

"Next is figuring out how to cultivate with the Shadow Clone Technique. I can allocate half my Soul Power. With my current strength, I can create at most one clone, and it can't replace physical training."

"It could be used to practice swordsmanship and combat techniques. As for its origin, I could tell Teacher that I comprehended it through Spiritual Power and the Body Secret Technique."

Han Yu silently worked out an explanation for the Shadow Clone Technique, hoping to avoid arousing Du Busi's suspicions.

As for whether Du Busi would believe him, Han Yu felt that he probably would. After all, he had already produced the real thing.

Han Yu planned to explain it to Du Busi when he showed up and see how he reacted.

The next morning.

"Teacher, that's how it happened. I used my Spiritual Power to separate my Soul Power, and then this clone appeared."

Han Yu blinked his large black eyes innocently and pointed at the shadow clone beside him as he spoke to Du Busi, who was circling the clone.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. What a remarkable clone technique. Other people's soul skills only create afterimages with no offensive power, but this Shadow Clone of yours seems capable of attacking."

Du Busi immediately noticed how the shadow clone differed from ordinary clones and clicked his tongue in amazement.

"Yes, Teacher. The Shadow Clone possesses half of my Soul Power and can use every method I possess. It can also coordinate with me when attacking. The only drawback is that it will disperse if it suffers a sufficiently powerful attack, after which its Soul Power returns to me."

Seeing that Du Busi completely believed him, Han Yu could not help but sigh in relief. This lie had not been easy to tell, but fortunately, he could attribute it to the special nature of his martial soul.

Even if Du Busi did not believe him, he had no choice but to.

"Come. Attack me with your Shadow Clone."

A glimmer of curiosity flashed through Du Busi's eyes. This clone had piqued his interest.

Han Yu exchanged a glance with his shadow clone, and both nodded. A sharp light flashed in his eyes. This was the perfect chance to test the clone's combat power.

"Alright, Teacher. But follow the usual rules—suppress your strength to my level and don't use Soul Power. Otherwise, I definitely won't be able to beat you."

Han Yu looked at Du Busi eagerly, practically itching to try.

"Don't worry. Even if this old man suppresses his strength, you're still far from being able to challenge me. After all—"

Du Busi did not finish, but Han Yu understood what he meant. Even when a Super Douluo suppressed his strength, he was merely suppressing his Soul Power.

A Super Douluo's physical qualities and combat experience could not be suppressed.

"That may not be so. Your disciple is no longer the same as before."