Would You Die for My Future? My Dear Friend!

Mu En and Long Xiaoyao were still baffled by Shengyangyue's words, "I lost." The surrounding students were equally bewildered, unable to understand what this reversal of victory and defeat meant.

Just then, Shengyangyue's figure suddenly shattered like broken glass, transforming into countless wisps of pitch-black Dark Element. They swirled beneath the moonlight for a moment before completely dissipating into the air, leaving not a trace behind.

Silence. Deathly silence.

The next second, everyone understood, and sharp 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 Shengyangyue had vanished, his body trembling slightly.

He was a mighty Limit Douluo, his Soul Power unfathomably deep, yet he had failed to see through from start to finish that Shengyangyue was a clone!

How was that possible?!

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

They had trained bitterly for an entire year, polishing their Martial Soul Fusion Skill day and night, all so they could wash away their humiliation today and defeat Shengyangyue.

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

What kind of victory was that?

It was naked humiliation! A mockery that pierced deep into their bones!

It was like begging desperately as paupers, only for a passerby to toss them a moldy piece of bread; like climbing a mountain with everything they had, believing they