An Understated Dominance - Chapter 2374

was surrounded by a sudden burst of energy. The clones began to multiply, creating a flurry of Dalen figures that rushed in all directions, confusing Fenley.

The crowd gasped, amazed by the spectacle. They had never seen anything like it before. Fenley, however, kept his focus. He needed to find the real Dalen among the many clones.

“Where are you?” he muttered, squinting to see through the chaos. The clones moved in sync, making it hard to tell which one was the original.

Dalen, feeling the pressure, pushed himself to stay calm. He knew he had to outsmart Fenley. The two fighters were evenly matched, but Dalen had a secret weapon—his knowledge of the Spectral Clone Technique.

“Fenley!” Dalen shouted, hoping to distract him. “You think you can take me down so easily?”

With a swift motion, Dalen sent a few clones charging at Fenley, hoping to create an opening. Fenley stood firm, ready to counter.

“You’re just delaying the inevitable,” he replied, his confidence unwavering. He could feel the energy building around him, and he prepared to unleash it.

Just then, Dalen saw his chance. He focused on one clone—the one that mirrored his movements perfectly. With a burst of determination, he dashed toward Fenley, aiming to strike before he could react.

But Fenley was ready. He unleashed a powerful shockwave, sending clones flying in all directions. Dalen stumbled but quickly regained his footing. He knew he couldn’t let up.

“Let’s see what you can really do!” he yelled, pushing himself harder.

As the tension in the ring grew, both fighters prepared for the next move. The crowd held its breath, eager to see who would come out on top.

clones rushed at him. Each one of Dalen’s nine copies moved with precision, striking from different directions, making it hard to tell which one was the real Dalen.

“Get lost!” Fenley shouted, throwing his arms wide. He aimed to hit the two Dalen figures on either side of him with a powerful palm strike. At the same moment, he kicked out at the third clone charging straight at him. His moves were sharp and perfectly timed, allowing him to intercept all three clones.

“Split!” Dalen called out. Suddenly, his body shook, and each of his clones multiplied again, turning into three more. In the blink of an eye, nine clones filled the ring, making it impossible to identify the real Dalen.

“His Spectral Clone Technique is as good as Jude’s,” someone in the crowd remarked.

“Actually, I think Dalen’s is even better. He can dodge Fenley’s attacks while making more clones,” another person replied.

“True. His timing and execution are definitely superior to Jude’s.”

Dalen’s display of skill had the audience buzzing with excitement. Just before this, many thought his victory over Jude was just luck. Jude had underestimated Dalen and ended up hurt as a result. Even when Jude used his ultimate technique, he wasn’t at his strongest, and Dalen found a chance to defeat him.

People saw Jude’s arrogance and Dalen’s lucky break as a recipe for an upset win. But now, after witnessing Dalen’s abilities, they began to realize that his victory wasn’t just luck. It was a testament to his true skill and strength.

With nine clones now, Dalen continued his assault, darting in and out to strike at Fenley from every angle.

“Clones, huh? I can do that too!” Fenley declared, his expression turning serious as he prepared for the next wave of attacks.

Energy surged within Fenley, and the ethereal spirit behind him transformed. It sprouted two more heads and four additional arms, becoming a powerful three-headed, six-armed figure.

The crowd watched in disbelief. They never expected Fenley’s Four Elements of God’s Technique to have so many forms.

He had only unlocked this ability after reaching the ultimate grandmaster level. For Fenley, this breakthrough was more than just improving his skills; it meant a huge increase in his speed, reflexes, and understanding of martial arts techniques.

“Die!” he growled, commanding the three-headed spirit to attack Dalen’s nine clones.

The spirit unleashed a flurry of palm strikes, powerful and unyielding, as if they could break through anything in their way.

Fenley didn’t care about the Spectral Clone Technique or which Dalen was real. He aimed to destroy them all.

As the storm of attacks approached, Dalen’s nine clones tried to dodge the strikes. But the relentless onslaught was too much to escape.

One by one, the clones were blasted away, disappearing into thin air. In just a few moments, only two of Dalen’s figures were left. Fenley showed no mercy as he took out the next clone.

“I’ve got you now!” he sneered, focusing on the last remaining Dalen. He commanded his ethereal spirit to strike, sending all six palms crashing down from every direction, ready to crush his opponent.