Would You Die for My Future, My Dearest Friend?

Mu En and Long Xiaoyao were still baffled by Shengyang Yue's words, "I lost," while the surrounding students wore equally confused expressions, unable to understand what this sudden reversal of victory and defeat meant.

Just then, Shengyang Yue's figure abruptly shattered like broken glass, turning into countless wisps of pitch-black Dark Element. They swirled beneath the moonlight for a moment before completely vanishing into the air, leaving behind no trace.

Silence. Deathly silence.

The next second, everyone came to their senses, and gasps rose one after another.

So from beginning to end, the one who had confronted them and whom they had defeated with all their strength had merely been a clone!

Wang Xinshi could no longer maintain his composure. He sprang up from his seat, his eyes wide as he stared fixedly at the lotus leaf where Shengyang Yue had vanished, his body trembling slightly.

He was a dignified Limit Douluo, with unfathomable Soul Power, yet he had failed to see through Shengyang Yue's clone from start to finish!

How was that possible?!

Mu En and Long Xiaoyao's faces instantly flushed purple-red. It was as if a blazing inferno had been stuffed into their chests, nearly burning them to ashes.

They had cultivated bitterly for an entire year, refining their Martial Soul Fusion Skill day and night, all for the chance to wash away their shame today and defeat Shengyang Yue.

Yet after exhausting all their Soul Power and unleashing a terrifying strike comparable to one from a peak Douluo, they had only defeated one of his clones!

What kind of victory was that?

This was nothing but naked humiliation! A mockery carved into their very bones!

It was like begging desperately as paupers, only to have a passerby toss them a piece of moldy bread as charity. Or