The sword's glare was blinding, and its thrust came fast and fierce. Ye Chen dared not take it lightly. He leaped into a dive and dodged, but the moment he landed, a boom sounded behind him. The ground cracked where Red's sword had gouged out a huge crater.
Red tapped the ground with his toes and shot forward like a rocket, hurtling toward Ye Chen again.
Ye Chen hurriedly raised his sword to block. Their blades slammed together with a piercing clang, sparks flying.
Red's swordplay was uncanny and sharp, backed by overwhelming strength. Every clash rang in Ye Chen's ears and numbed his arm. His sword felt ready to fly from his hand at any moment.
After a while, Red spread his wings and abruptly accelerated. A milky-white glow gathered along his blade, and crescent-shaped arcs of light flew toward Ye Chen.
Ye Chen fought to fend them off. The two were locked in a stalemate, but Ye Chen was certain Red had yet to show everything he could do.
Clone Phantoms!
With a casual sweep of his hand, Red produced two identical doubles beside him. This was no copying trick; it was the power to create clones.
But which was real, and which were fakes? It was hard to tell. Even the auras radiating from his clones were terrifyingly strong.
Red and his two clones moved at once. All three charged Ye Chen, their swords thrusting at him with thunderous force and dazzling speed.
Ye Chen drove his internal power to its limit and activated Gorilla Protection as well.
The four swords clashed again and again, ringing out amid showers of sparks. An onlooker would have struggled to tell anyone apart.
Suddenly, the clashing stopped. A sword had struck Ye Chen. Even his Body-Protection Divine Skill had failed