Five days later.
That afternoon.
After Qian used the Shadow Clone Technique once again, a sudden flash of understanding surfaced in his mind.
Qian instantly knew that his Shadow Clone Technique had advanced.
He opened the panel and glanced over it. Sure enough, the proficiency after Shadow Clone Technique had changed from lv0 (99/100) to lv1 (1/200).
After carefully sensing it for a moment, Qian used the Shadow Clone Technique again.
Poof~
A cloud of chakra smoke dispersed.
A figure identical to him appeared before his eyes.
If, at lv0, the shadow clones he created had been unstable and short-lived, then after advancing to lv1, all those flaws were gone.
Qian could clearly sense that the shadow clone before him could last for quite a long time, and that it possessed a certain degree of resistance to blows. Its stability was quite good.
Qian looked at the Sharingan in the other party's eye sockets and asked, "Can you use that Sharingan?"
The shadow clone carefully sensed it for a moment, then looked around before finally nodding. "I can. It just consumes a bit more chakra than the original body."
"Is that so?"
Qian murmured, then drew his short sword and said, "Come on. Let's fight."
"Sure!"
The shadow clone answered, also drawing the short sword at its waist.
The next instant, the two moved at the same time. The two short swords clashed together, producing a crisp metallic ring.
Not only that, Qian even saw tiny sparks between the blades.
No wonder neither the Sharingan nor the Byakugan could distinguish the real from the fake. Even the transformed weapon was this realistic, let alone the core of the ninjutsu—the person.
After a brief deadlock, both of them changed moves at the same time and began fully displaying their swordsmanship.
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