"Heaven and Earth Formless!"
Nie Wu Xiang pushed his Formless Technique to its limit. As his body flickered, nine illusory figures appeared. However, unlike Young Master of Myriad Dao's cloning technique, these illusions were merely phantoms, possessing no offensive power whatsoever, serving only to confuse his opponent.
For a moment, half of the martial arts competition stage was filled with Nie Wu Xiang's shadows. Nie Wu Xiang's true body was mixed among these illusions; they moved in unison with him as he strategically advanced towards Huo Yu.
"As expected of a Genius Disciple from the Divine Intent Sect, you do have some tricks. Unfortunately, your methods are useless against me!"
Huo Yu formed hand seals, and it was as if two clusters of fire ignited in his pupils, burning fiercely.
SWISH!
