"Right now, there are eighteen afterimages here. Iya, can you find which one is the real me?"
Seeing through the afterimages to find the real body required excellent eyesight and judgment. It was no easy task for an ordinary martial artist. Of course, if one could sense aura, one could distinguish real from false through aura perception. But even Mu Yang had yet to master sensing aura, much less Iya.
Faced with the strange technique his senior brother had used, Iya gave a bitter smile. Now he truly understood the gap between them.
Iya's expression turned serious. Since his eyes could not tell which was real, he could only rely on brute force.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Iya swung his fists in a furious barrage. He was incredibly fast as well; the dozens of students present, including the watching villagers, could not make out his movements. When Iya shattered the seventeenth afterimage, his face lit up, and he clenched his fist and attacked the final one.
Whoosh—it missed. Iya's fist swept through the last afterimage, but the result was the same as before. His fist passed directly through the afterimage's chest.
He had missed again.
This one was fake too. Iya cried out inwardly, suddenly sensing that something was wrong.
At that moment, Mu Yang's figure abruptly appeared behind Iya. He raised his hand and chopped toward Iya's neck.
"One last thing I need to tell you: if someone is your opponent, don't believe a single word they say. I said one of the eighteen afterimages was me. Did you really believe it?"
"Urgh..." Iya's eyes rolled back as Mu Yang's hand chop struck his neck. The sudden blow made his vision spin, and he collapsed unconscious onto the ground.
"Asuo, take Iya away," Mu Yang said, gesturing to Asuo.
After