" Zi Yan! Why did you jump down again without permission!"
Lin Yan roared from the side, but the corners of his mouth were clearly upturned.
He cursed Zi Yan, but the flames in his hands burned even brighter.
With Zi Yan drawing fire from the front, he can launch his attack more easily.
"Don't just rely on brute force, pay attention to teamwork!"
Lin Xiuya offered a reminder from the side, but he had already begun adjusting his sword techniques.
Although Zi Yan's arrival disrupted their original rhythm of combined attacks, it also put even greater pressure on Xiao Yan.
The five-man attack reached its climax at this moment.
Zi Yan relentlessly pressed down with brute force, forcing Xiao Yan to expend a great deal of energy to deal with each of her punches.
The force of the punches slammed into the protective array surrounding the training ground, causing the array's light shield to flicker repeatedly.
The trainees in the stands could clearly feel the tremors beneath their feet.
Lin Xiuya launched a barrage of sword attacks from the side, the azure sword light slashing towards Xiao Yan from different angles like sharp bolts of lightning.
Each sword strike precisely blocked one of Xiao Yan's escape routes.
Lin Yan's Blazing Flame Fist Art continuously unleashed scorching fist energy from behind, the fiery fist energy crashing down like meteors, completely sealing off the space behind Xiao Yan.
Wu Hao's blood sword lurked in the shadows, waiting for its chance to strike. He remained silent throughout, but every strike he made sent a chilling killing intent through Xiao Yan.
Hu Jia's snake whips were used for remote control, with the four whip tips constantly changing angles in the air, like a net that was constantly tightening.
Under the combined attack of the five, Xiao Yan was finally forced to move.
His footsteps shifted constantly on the obsidian slab, each landing precisely on the weakest point of the five men's attack.
He still didn't use high-level Dou Technique or Soul Bone Skill, relying only on a few Soul Skill and close-combat techniques like the Eight Extremes Collapse to fight against the five people.
"Third Soul Skill, Netherworld Lock!"
Several more transparent chains shot out from behind Xiao Yan, this time more and faster than before.
The Netherworld Lock split into five paths in mid-air, each attacking one of the five people.
Lin Xiuya used his sword to pry open the chains, but the extreme cold of the chains caused a thin layer of ice to condense on his sword, slowing down the transition between sword moves by a fraction.
Lin Yan used his blazing fist energy to forcefully clashed with the chains, and a hissing sound erupted the moment the extreme cold collided with the blazing flames.
Wu Hao slashed with his blood sword, severing several of the Netherworld Lock, but the chilling aura emanating from the broken ends caused his blade to freeze slightly for a moment.
Hu Jia's snake whip was tightly bound by the Netherworld Lock, so she simply released the snake whip, clapped her hands together, and a new snake whip re-condensed from her palms.
Zi Yan didn't dodge at all. She reached out and grabbed the Netherworld Lock, trying to use the chain as a rope to pull Xiao Yan over.
The Netherworld Lock bound her wrists, and the extreme cold attempted to invade her meridians.
However, Zi Yan's Ancient Void Dragon Bloodline activated on its own, actually managing to neutralize that extremely cold energy.
She yanked hard, and the force from the other end of the chain made Xiao Yan stagger slightly.
"First Soul Skill, Cold Fire Soul Armor!"
A layer of transparent Soul Armor condensed on Xiao Yan's body.
The surface of the Soul Armor shimmered with a cold, white light, resembling a layer of solidified ice in the morning light.
With the Soul Armor's enhancement, he no longer passively defended but instead took the initiative to attack.
" Eight Extremes Collapse!"
He elbowed Lin Yan into the force of his fist.
This time, Lin Yan Lin Yan directly knocked back five steps, and his back crashed into the protective array at the edge of the martial arts arena, causing ripples to spread across the array's light barrier.
He then flipped over to dodge Zi Yan's attack, lightly touched the fist she was throwing with his toes, and used the momentum to leap into the air.
" Cold Fire: The Everfrost Mausoleum!"
The Fourth Soul Ring lit up.
The extreme cold domain of the Everfrost Mausoleum spread outwards from Xiao Yan as its center.
The cold white flames spread out like a tide, enveloping the center of the training ground in a chilling aura.
The extreme cold enveloped the five people within the domain, forcibly slowing down the speed of each person's Dou Qi circulation.
A subtle gap appeared in the connection between Lin Xiuya's sword moves and Lin Yan's fist energy, and the coordination between Hu Jia's snake whip and Wu Hao's blood sword was no longer so tight.
"Excellent tactic!"
Lin Xiuya's voice carried a hint of genuine admiration.
He sensed a slight stagnation in the flow of his internal Dou Qi.
Great Elder Su Qian stood at the highest point of the stands, his white brows furrowed slightly.
He has lived for so many years and has seen quite a few incarnations.
But he had never seen anything like this "clone" with so many completely different attack methods.
Ice, fire, chains, domains, close combat—each is an independent system.
Yet, this young man mastered them all with ease.
What struck him as odd was that this "clone's" fighting style was completely different from Xiao Huohuo's.
Xiao Huohuo's fighting style is to fight fiercely and relentlessly, using brute force to overcome skill, and never suffering a loss by exchanging punches for punches.
But this "clone" is more refined and precise, striking the opponent's most vulnerable spot with every move, demonstrating a masterful control over the rhythm of the battle.
This isn't a clone at all.
He is clearly an independent person, and a powerful individual with extremely rich combat experience who has gone through countless life-and-death battles.
But he didn't say it out loud.
Since Xiao Huohuo chose to use the term "incarnation outside himself," he must have had his own unspeakable difficulties.
The secret behind this may be related to that spatial rift that can tear space apart.
He didn't ask because he trusted Xiao Huohuo's judgment, and also trusted the judgment of the person behind Xiao Huohuo...
The sparring session lasted for nearly half an hour.
When Xiao Yan finally forced all five of them back several steps with a single, simultaneous release of the Netherworld Lock, Xiao Huohuo finally stood up from the stands.
Zi Yan was still not satisfied and clenched her fists, wanting to continue hitting.
Lin Xiuya grabbed the back of her collar and whispered:
"Five against one and they still can't beat him? Isn't that embarrassing enough?"
Lin Yan, shaking his numb arm, walked up to Xiao Yan, grinned, and his smile was full of admiration:
"Happy!
As expected of Huohuo Huo's clone. But this clone of yours is too powerful; the five of us couldn't take you down.
Lin Xiuya hugged the longsword back to his arms, his amber eyes lingering on Xiao Yan for a moment.
Wu Hao remained silent, simply sheathing his blood sword and nodding to Xiao Yan.
For Wu Hao, a nod is worth a thousand words.
Hu Jia rubbed her fingers, which were numb from being frozen by the Netherworld Lock, and rolled her eyes at Xiao Yan.
But the smile on her lips was impossible to hide.
Xiao Yan retracted his wings and Soul Armor, and cupped his hands in a respectful greeting to the five people.
The flow of Soul Power within his body remained stable and smooth, and the newly healed meridian nodes remained as firm as a rock throughout the intense battle that lasted for half an hour.
The effects of the Pulse-Protecting Pill and the Vajra Body were even better than he had expected.
In the stands, the members of Pan Gate were the first to applaud.
Immediately afterwards, applause spread like a tide throughout the entire training ground.
The freshmen, who had been watching intently from beginning to end, clapped until their hands were red; they had witnessed a battle they would never forget.
Five powerful warriors at the Dou Wang level joined forces to attack one person, but they were still unable to break through his defenses.
Such strength was enough to fill them with boundless admiration and longing for this " Xiao Huohuo's clone".
The veteran students, on the other hand, learned much more from this battle. Every move the black-robed youth made was worth studying and analyzing repeatedly.
Xiao Huohuo stood at the edge of the training ground, watching the scene before him, a smile playing on his lips.