"Yeah... Miss Beauty, your chest looks even bigger than before." Jiu Ming stared troubledly at the arrow nailed into his back. There was a sealing power on it; he could feel his own power being rapidly suppressed. It was precisely because of this power that his other clones had collapsed so swiftly the instant they came into contact with it.
"Smooth talker. Since you've come all this way, do you think you can leave without having a cup of tea?" Eirin Yagokoro held her longbow with a faint smile. "Your luck really is 'good,' isn't it?"
"Yeah... I casually pick up a stone and somehow find exactly what I want. How could my luck not be good?" Jiu Ming smiled wryly. In the span of just a few sentences, his power had been suppressed to its absolute limit. "What a pity..."
"What's a pity?" Sensing a hidden meaning in Jiu Ming's words, Eirin Yagokoro looked around, but found nothing amiss. She admitted that the clones Jiu Ming had created were flawless. Relying on sight and perception alone, even she would find it difficult to tell which one was the original. Unfortunately, a clone was still a clone—certain special attacks could dispel them.
"What's a pity is that 'I' am fake too." The bitter smile on Jiu Ming's face turned mocking. "My, my, don't look so disbelieving. I really am fake. I have to say, the power on your arrow is extremely effective against clones in my form. But my clones aren't something you can easily destroy just by disrupting the energy inside them."
The core of Jiu Ming's clones lay in the miniature Gap within each clone that connected it to Jiu Ming. That thing was essentially a core. If one truly wanted to shatter Jiu Ming's clone without any