Dispute

Some time later, at the arena in Myriad Realms City.

Wang Zhifan, Li Zhenguo, Chen Ming, and Chen Can formed a four-man team. After perfectly defeating their initial opponents three times in a row, their ranking rose rapidly. At last, they were able to face high-level opponents, and the winner's reward had finally exceeded ten thousand Myriad Realms Coins.

In the previous three battles, the experienced Captain Li had basically served as the main force, while Wang Zhifan and the Chen brothers provided support, allowing them to familiarize themselves with the rules here and adapt to this different kind of battle atmosphere.

At this moment, a new battle was about to begin. Both sides had already entered the field. Wang Zhifan's side had only four scattered people, while their opponents formed a vast black mass, like an entire war legion.

"Damn! There have to be over a thousand of them! There are only four of us! Is this match even fair?!"

Chen Ming, the youngest, immediately lost his composure at the sight. He could not accept a match with such an enormous disparity in numbers.

But Chen Can beside him raised a hand to adjust his blue-framed glasses, shook his head, and replied:

"No, Ming, look carefully. They seem numerous, but they all look like they came from the same mold. They should be a special race, or perhaps something like a summoner. This doesn't count as breaking the rules..."

Li Zhenguo, standing slightly ahead, immediately praised Chen Can's powers of observation. He turned back with a smile and said, "Brother Chen, you're right. I've seen this opponent compete in a dungeon before. It belongs to a special race called Multiple Phantoms. They can create many physical clones and can also merge into one. In reality, there is only one