High Martial Arts: Infinite Clones, Starting by Stuffing an S-Rank Beast to Death

"We've transmigrated into a world where martial might reigns supreme and countless races coexist."

"There are also exotic beasts."

"Hey, original, you'd better keep us alive and well. Our lives are all in your hands."

"What a joke! It's just an exotic beast. Watch my slide tackle!"

"I'll slide-tackle it too!"

"Huh? Looks like we stuffed it to death."

"Nice."

"Can you guys quiet down for a bit? My head's about to explode."

Looking at the countless copies of himself all around him, Qin Ze couldn't help feeling overwhelmed.

Still, he was already here.

The most important thing in life was to have fun.

Qin Ze straightened his collar, the corners of his mouth curling upward.

"Remember, from now on, you will address me as Commander."