"I shall try it out then," Zin focused on what William told him, turned to the closest clone, defended against the brutal incoming attack while feeling few bones in his body break.
These clones weren't a joke. It was shocking enough to know that each one of them wasn't that far off him in terms of spirit power. Only thanks to the limitations of techniques and elements, being clones with slightly slowed down reflexes, he'd not survive for all this time.
Once he accepted such a hit, he clenched his fist and endured the pain. He already broke his right arm before and didn't have time to heal anything.
"F*ck off!" he shouted in rage, while landing a pure physical punch over that crystal. The clone was too close to him and didn't have enough reflexive speed to evade or defend his strike.
*Crack!*
It felt like he hit a thing made out of pure glass or something. The crystals he struggled all this time to even leave a dent or a scratch over it before cracked with his punch.
