Lu Daoxing looked calm, as though what had just happened was nothing out of the ordinary.
He casually reminded Qin Siyang, "Xiao Qin, the battle has already started. Don't get distracted."
His tone carried the composure of an elder.
Before Qin Siyang could recover, three more streaks of silver flashed in the distance.
A blue ring of light formed beneath Lu Daoxing's feet, rippling with waves of light.
His figure flickered within the Blue Light Circles, then suddenly vanished.
Dozens more Blue Light Circles appeared on the ground, like lighting effects on a stage.
Lu Daoxing appeared at the Blue Light Circles closest to Ma Shi and flicked his fingers.
"Clink, clink, clink-"
Once again, he used silk threads to slice apart the three circular flying blades Ma Shi had just thrown.
Lu Daoxing stared at Ma Shi a short distance away, his expression stern.
Ma Shi lightly brushed off the dust that the flying fragments had scattered over him.
Then he looked up at Lu Daoxing with an admiring smile. "Old Lu, you've gotten stronger."
An enemy's praise did little to please Lu Daoxing.
He merely replied indifferently, "I was never weak."
"Old Lu, back when we sparred in the Combat Arena, I don't remember you ever beating me."
"That was then. This is now."
Lu Daoxing suddenly split into dozens of figures, with an identical Lu Daoxing standing atop every Blue Light Circles.
Different weapons appeared on each one's back.
Disdain crept into Ma Shi's eyes. "Old Lu, with all these flashy tricks, I thought you had something impressive. Turns out it's just an illusion. Don't you know this kind of God-Hunting Artifact is outdated?"
"Only one of all these copies is real. The rest are just illusions. All I have to do is find your real body."