"Is that it?" Iwan was curious if there was something else to the skill other than facing five swords at once.
"Are you deaf? It was a cloning jutsu so obviously, clones are the extent of the skill. But, isn't that so cool?" Yu Lan replied to Iwan in an annoyed manner but hearing Yu Lan speaks like that Iwan could only feel pity for the Sword God.
'Isn't he just like an extreme otaku? is that how we humans act when we are infatuated with a certain fictional world or a character?' Iwan wanted to cry his eyes out but this was neither the time nor the place for that.
He turned towards the Apsotle Beater and his four clones and smiled at them.
"How cute! I have already defeated you three times, let's make this the last time." Iwan raised both of his swords.
The ice sword of his allowed the light to pas through it while his Widow Maker was as white as snow.
