Their voices matched, their builds matched, their shadows matched, their heartbeats matched, the speed of their blood flow matched...
Hercules's eyes darted frantically, while his ears and nose gathered information, but Feng Wu's clones had no flaws at all. This time, Feng Wu himself had not turned invisible. He stood openly before Hercules, yet Hercules could not tell him apart from the others.
While Hercules hesitated, all the Feng Wus raised their spiked clubs at once. Hercules knew perfectly well that he could not block them all. After all, two fists could hardly fight four hands, and this was far more than four hands-there was no telling how many there were.
Perhaps some of those arms were fake, but the real ones might be mixed in among them. If he could not block the real spiked club, blocking the fake ones would be meaningless.
He quickly wrapped both hands around his head and curled up as tightly as possible. Fortunately, he was short. Though strong, he was not bulky, so once he curled into a ball, there was little surface area left exposed to attack.
In the blink of an eye, a spiked club landed on his back just as he curled up. His eyes immediately snapped open.
"Behind me!"
His curled-up body abruptly unleashed its strength, springing out like a coil.
Hercules kicked off the ground with both legs, performing a backflip at an incredible angle and lashing out with an overhead kick!
His body reacted faster than his thoughts. Only as he executed the overhead kick did his eyes convert the image into information and pass it to his brain.
The problem was, there was no one behind him.
Where was he?
Hercules fell into a moment of confusion, then sensed that something was wrong. A vicious gust