PFC Chapter 12751
Chapter 12751
Chapter 12751
The crowd disagreed.
Someone sneered: "You dare to show off with such a measly number of clones?"
But some people countered: "No matter what, her resilience is indeed remarkable. Sometimes, inexplicable beliefs are what allow her to hold on until her last breath."
No one denies the second half of the statement.
Next up were the other challengers.
When Shen Jun took the stage, he had a total of 10,800 clones, which filled half of the venue.
He took a deep breath and assumed the starting stance.
The clones fired a volley first.
First round, stiff.
Second round, stiff.
The third round, stiff.
Then there is no more.
He was frozen in place, like a clay sculpture, unable to move an inch from beginning to end.
The others weren't much better off.
Some survived three rounds, some five, but no one could break through the clone's control chain.
Those continuous, brief periods of stiffness are like an invisible net, holding everyone firmly in place, unable to move, until they are eliminated.
Long Hongxiu became increasingly smug as she looked at it.
As her competitors were eliminated one by one, it meant that she, the only one who made it through, was becoming increasingly secure in her position!
"There's one left."
Long Hongxiu looked relaxed as she gazed at Lin Yi, who was at the very end.
There was complete silence inside and outside the beam of light.
Even Lin Yi's most loyal supporters couldn't bring themselves to speak at this moment.
What's the use of being strong?
Even with the best movement skills, even if you can avoid 90% of the 168,000 clones, the remaining 10% still amounts to more than 10,000 attacks!
Even if the probability of triggering stun is low, this is already a foregone conclusion.
This isn't a question of whether or not someone can win; it's that the rules were never intended for anyone to win.
No one spoke; the atmosphere was so silent it was almost palpable.
Countless people were on tenterhooks for Lin Yi.
Lin Yi, on the other hand, remained calm and composed throughout.
Just then, a beam of light descended from the sky.
It was an invitation.
It was entirely made of silver, with a crescent moon emblem printed on the seal, and it made a crisp sound when it fell into Long Hongxiu's hand.
A powerful message was spontaneously announced to the entire audience.
Goddess Academy.
There was an uproar.
Lin Yi's brows twitched slightly.
With the opportunity presented by the Supreme God here, it's inevitable that forces from outside the realm will be eager to make their move.
With the Beast God Academy involved, the Black Tortoise God Society involved, and now the Goddess Academy added, it's really not surprising.
But there was one thing Lin Yi really couldn't understand.
The Goddess Academy actually chose Long Hongxiu.
An ordinary woman with only Foundation Establishment stage strength, mediocre talent, and no background.
What use is this?
Could it really be that they were attracted to her inexplicable belief?
Or is it that the opponent doesn't expect this piece to play any substantial role at all, but just randomly placed it as a test?
Long Hongxiu held the invitation, and after digesting the information, her eyes shone brightly.
When she raised her head and looked at Lin Yi again, her gaze was no longer level, but rather somewhat condescending.
"Lord of Tianjun".
Her voice was no longer sharp, but instead carried a sense of composure as if the matter was settled: "It's best to save some dignity for yourself. By withdrawing now, you can at least preserve your reputation."
She shook her head gently, her tone tinged with regret: "It's a pity you were having too much fun in that round and missed the best opportunity."
"If you had been willing to give up your ranking back then and let the rewards go to those who needed them more, you wouldn't be in this predicament now."
Long Hongxiu paused, then trailed off, "A person of high moral character is always better off than one who looks disheveled."
Looking down from a high vantage point.
The four words were vividly written on her face, overflowing from her eyebrows to the corners of her mouth, from her posture to her speaking speed.
"Watch your mouth."
Li Yu stepped forward, blocking her path.
Long Hongxiu glanced at him and shook her head with pity: "Brainless simp."
"You can still stand in front of me and speak now, but in the future, you won't even have the right to look up to me."
She suddenly smiled knowingly: "You don't actually believe that Lin Yi can still win, do you?"
There was an uproar.
How dare they address the Lord of Tianjun by his full name with just an invitation?
Li Yu neither moved aside, nor responded, nor did he back down.
Long Hongxiu sneered: "What an idiot."
She stopped looking at him, her gaze passing over Li Yu's shoulder and landing on Lin Yi. She was waiting to see how this Lord of Tianjun would handle the situation.
She was waiting to see Lin Yi's next expression.
Resentment? Anger? Or a forced, numb composure?
Lin Yi was already present at that moment, and clones of him immediately appeared around him.
One hundred and sixty-eight thousand ten-year-old clones, densely packed, almost overflowing the boundaries of sight.
Inside and outside the beam of light, countless people gasped in shock.
Putting everything else aside, this scene alone is enough to send chills down your spine.
The tiny figures were crowded together, layer upon layer, stretching from the ground to the horizon.
"What a pity..."
Long Hongxiu's voice came from behind, not loud, but loud enough for everyone to hear: "The strongest person is about to die because of his own glorious achievements."
The clones fired a volley first.
What does it mean to unleash 168,000 attacks simultaneously?
The entire hall fell silent.
That was no longer an attack; it was an entire sea collapsing, an entire mountain pressing down upon us!
Under the watchful eyes of the entire audience, Lin Yi remained completely still.
There was no dodging, no maneuvering, not even raising an arm to block.
He simply stood there.
A thought simultaneously popped into everyone's mind.
Is this... giving up?
Long Hongxiu shook her head disdainfully: "If you're going to give up, you should at least save some dignity. As the lord of a prefecture, is this all you've got?"
She paused lightly, then said, "Tianjun really has no one left."
Before he could finish speaking...
A stone tablet shot into the sky from behind Lin Yi.
It was simple and unadorned, and at first glance it looked like a tombstone. However, the aura surrounding it was supreme and noble, which made even a group of Dharma Aspect masters feel awe and have an urge to kneel down.
Monument to Royal Power.
Immediately following, a dragon's roar resounded, and an imperial edict descended like a dragon, swirling around Lin Yi before disappearing, as if merging into his body.
Royal charter.
Immune to all negative effects for five seconds.
The 168,000 attacks landed on Lin Yi, but they didn't cause the slightest ripple.
Ultimately, with Lin Yi's current strength, let alone just 168,000, even if the number of these ten-year-old clones increased a hundredfold, he could still handle it.
From beginning to end, what truly threatened him was never the harm done.
Instead, it became rigid.
To be precise, it was a whole chain of control triggered by this conceptual mechanism-level rigidity, but now, the chain of control has broken.
Lin Yi raised his hand, and the three-zhang-tall Dharma Image behind him immediately transformed into a bright sun, shining with boundless light.
The sun shines brightly.
Wherever the light passed, 168,000 replicas vanished simultaneously, without sequence, without omission, without struggle.
They didn't even have time to utter a final cry before they silently transformed into countless points of light.