"You're guaranteed to lose on the third move!" the young prince roared, as if trying to bolster his own courage.
Yang Qi simply smiled. The more assertive the young prince acted, the greater the shock would be when he was defeated.
"Mirror Flower Water Moon! Phantoms from the Void!"
In that instant, the entire arena underwent a bizarre transformation. It was no longer a single mirror; instead, the surroundings seemed to be composed entirely of mirrors. Even the young prince himself appeared to exist within them, dozens of him manifesting at once, making it impossible to tell which was real and which was fake.
The next moment, dozens of young princes launched their attacks, all charging toward Yang Qi.
"Impressive. I really can't tell them apart," Yang Qi chuckled. "But can you break through my defense?" He simply stood his ground as the green thumb ring on his hand released a verdant sphere, enveloping him completely.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
