Lu Yang said, "Show me your clones."
Zhang Yuan nodded. Flashes of light appeared on either side of him, and four clones emerged at once. Unlike Lu Yang, whose main body was a Fire Mage, Zhang Yuan's main body was a Thunder Mage, while his clones were Fire Mages.
"What kind of fighting style are you using now?" Lu Yang asked.
Zhang Yuan said, "I rely on awareness and reaction speed, controlling all five bodies at once and attacking the enemy from every direction."
It was a high-level fighting style that was extremely taxing on the mind. The opponent had to face five simultaneous attackers, and each body reacted as quickly as a single body would.
"How did you lose last time? With this fighting style, even four opponents would have a hard time beating you," Lu Yang asked.
Zhang Yuan scratched his head and said, "My equipment wasn't level 170 back then. I ran into a level 170 opponent whose gear was better than mine. He was one of Italy's top ten experts. I went all out and beat him in the first round, but my reactions couldn't keep up in the second. That caused me to lose the next two rounds as well."
The consequence of such a mentally exhausting style was an excessive burden on one's awareness. It was very possible to overload after a single match and be unable to continue into the next, with one's mental connection unable to keep up and the helmet kicking the player out of the game.
Lu Yang said, "Do you think changing your equipment and adding another clone will solve that problem?"
"It works against ordinary players, but against you, I still don't think it's enough," Zhang Yuan said worriedly.
Lu Yang smiled. "It's definitely not enough. Let's fight