Truman saw Mu Xun rushing towards his true form and gave a faint smile, appearing completely unperturbed.
The bronze sword pierced Truman's body, but there was still no feeling of it penetrating a solid object.
Mu Xun frowned slightly: "Another illusion?"
He knew very well that when Truman was casting the spell, his eyes hadn't left Truman for a single moment.
Moreover, there was indeed a soul force reaction on his body when he cast the spell.
It should be the real one, there's no mistake.
But why...?
"I've already told you, this one trick won't work on me." Dozens of Truman's clones surrounded him, speaking in calm tones.
Mu Xun's expression grew increasingly cold.
Truman said, "Now it's my turn."
He raised his hand, and a blue-green lightsaber inexplicably appeared in the hands of all his phantom clones.
Then all the phantom clones launched an attack on Mu Xun at the same time!
Mu Xun calmly dealt with the dozens of phantom clones.
The rusty bronze sword in his hand was wielded with graceful ease, the longsword drawing streaks of blue light and sword energy in the air.
A wrist flick, a rapid sword dance.
Sword energies slashed out in all directions.
One by one, his phantom clones were shattered and vanished...
Of the fifty-odd clones, more than thirty were killed by Mu Xun in just a few seconds.
Seeing this, Truman raised two fingers, gathered his soul power, and prepared to create some more illusions.
Mu Xun's eyes sharpened, as if he had been waiting for Chu Men to use this move again, and he sensed Chu Men's soul power immediately.
"I've found you."
"This is the real body!"
Swoosh—
Mu Xun stomped his toes on the ground, and his longsword flashed with a blue light, attacking in an instant!
Truman frowned slightly, and silently chanted a spell again: "Power - Teleportation!"
Mu Xun thrust his sword forward, and the Chu Men he had locked onto turned into an illusion once more, which was then annihilated and vanished by his sword.
"I see." Mu Xun understood and said coldly, "Your true form can interact with other phantoms in an instant."
"So what was originally the real body can be replaced by you as an illusion in an instant; what was originally an illusion can be replaced by you as the real body in an instant."
Inside the Sky Eye Room, Dean Yan of the Confucian School felt a sudden jolt of unease, realizing something was amiss.
Unexpectedly, in just a few moves, Mu Xun discovered the secret of Chu Men's phantom clone. He truly deserves to be a disciple of Guigu.
But this is bad...
Truman laughed: "The disciples of Guigu are indeed worthy of their reputation. I didn't expect that my signature ability would be seen through in less than two minutes of fighting."
"Speaking of which, you are also the first contestant in this competition to see through my abilities."
"But being able to see through my abilities is one thing, how will you deal with it?"
As he spoke, Truman raised two fingers again to cast a spell.
This time, he created hundreds of phantom clones!
"Good heavens..."
Seeing this, Meng Feifei said, "Old Chu is going to use a gang-up tactic... But it might actually work, hey. I've watched Mu Xun's matches before, and he always finishes the fight within ten seconds. This is the first time he's been on the field for three minutes and still hasn't been able to finish off his opponent!"
Hua Lingze smiled: "Truman is indeed very smart. He knows that in terms of physical attributes alone, he can't be a match for Mu Xun, so he tries his best to stall for time and look for an opportunity."
Lin Nai shook her head: "I don't think this is a good solution."
"Oh?" Hua Lingze asked, "What do you mean?"
Lin Nai said, "Truman's ability to create so many phantom clones at once is extremely taxing on his soul power. If he continues fighting like this, even if Mu Xun can't catch his true form, his soul power will eventually run out."
Meng Feifei asked suspiciously, "Old Chu is such a calculating person, he should be able to calculate his own soul power consumption very clearly, right?"
Lin Nai thought to herself, given Truman's personality, this should be the case.
However, he can see the changes in Truman's panel attributes.
With the creation of seven or eight hundred clones at once, Chu Men's soul power was instantly depleted by half!
Did this guy really calculate his energy expenditure?
Within the battle scene.
The longsword in Mu Xun's hand gleamed with a cold light.
His figure was like a swift wind, his movements graceful and elegant, his form like a falling maple leaf, light and composed.
With each of his movements, sharp sword energies accompanied him, cutting the surrounding air into countless fragments.
With each sword strike, four or five clones were annihilated and vanished.
However, there are too many clones, and they keep coming back.
Moreover, Truman's real body would occasionally infiltrate the group and launch surprise attacks.
One second it was an illusion, the next it became the real thing.
Truman would occasionally launch sneak attacks from behind with his lightsaber. Mu Xun reacted quickly, immediately deflecting the attacks with his longsword with a "clang," then twirling his sword and slashing back.
Truman, who was originally a physical entity, has once again become a phantom.
Mu Xun's expression changed slightly.
These continuous sneak attacks were driving him crazy.
Although he could react to each sneak attack, Mu Xun was indeed unable to easily catch Chu Men's true form.
"The strength of these two people is simply... probably far surpasses that of most college students, right?"
On the preparation stand, Su Qingxue, who had already been eliminated, watched the battle and said with a complicated expression.
Li Xiaozhu, standing beside him, nodded in agreement, forced to admit, "Yeah... these two are only freshmen... they're terrifying monsters..."
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