"That guy... he's got something."
Luan muttered in surprise.
Shen Lin was also somewhat astonished at this moment.
At first, he had only intended to use the Collector as bait and draw other people's attention.
But he had not expected that this guy would actually have a trick up his sleeve.
He had actually defeated his opponent with a cultivation base in the Outer Void Realm.
Looking at the Collector being led off the arena, Shen Lin chuckled. "Who knows? Maybe this guy will give us a surprise."
Luan turned to Shen Lin. "You don't really think he can win all the way to the end, take the championship, and bring that Bronze Cauldron back for us, do you?"
Shen Lin smiled. "Who knows? If he actually pulls it off, wouldn't that save us quite a bit of effort?"
As they spoke, the second battle began.
Two figures walked to the middle of the arena.
When they saw one of them, the few people from the outside world all froze.
"This... how could he..."
Luan stared at the person in the center of the arena in utter confusion, then swiftly turned to look at Shen Lin sitting beside him.
His gaze shifted repeatedly between the two.
That was because the person who had entered the arena looked extremely similar to Shen Lin—even their auras were remarkably alike.
As though he had recalled something, Wu, inside the coffin, suddenly let out a laugh.
"Is this your clone technique? When did you arrange this?"
No wonder Shen Lin had looked so confident.
It turned out he had made preparations long ago.
With his knowledge and combat methods, even if the clone had only the strength of the Cosmic Realm, sweeping through the deathmatch venue would be effortless.
But just as Luan and