The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

Using the Shadow Elves' greatest strength and source of pride to defeat them head-on is the most effective way to win the respect of the Nightveil Clan, especially from a quasi-god-level Shadow Elf like Shadowblade.

A pure, profound, and seemingly all-encompassing aura of shadow began to slowly rise from Moran's body.

This change immediately made the three members of the Night Veil Fang Squad on the field take it seriously.

They were experts in this field and immediately realized that Moran's mastery of the Shadow Path was probably far more profound than they had anticipated.

It's not just a matter of level, but a difference in understanding the essence of shadow!

Shadowblade's brow twitched almost imperceptibly, his expectations for this test subtly rising.

The next moment, Moran moved.

Her figure, like wisps of smoke scattered by the wind, suddenly became blurred, and then split into three.

Three "Morans" appeared simultaneously in three different locations on the training field, each with the same aura, posture, and even the same fighting spirit in their eyes.

The Shadow Assassin's Level 9 Magic Phantom Clone.

These clones can either act in sync with the main body, share perception, and even distribute the damage to some extent, or they can be real phantoms that appear only as bait.

The three "Morans" moved in unison, each locking onto one of the three members of Night Veil Fang in the arena.

"Come on! Let me see the quality of Night Veil's Fang!"

As soon as he finished speaking, three "Moran"s shot out like arrows.

Their movements were swift and precise, abandoning the stealthy ambushes that Shadow Assassins were most accustomed to, and choosing to launch a frontal assault.

Each clone displayed a distinct yet equally sharp fighting style.

Charging towards the tall male shadow elf's clone, his steps were heavy, each step seemingly resonating with the shadows on the ground, producing a low thud. His hands were loosely clenched, and shadow energy condensed into two heavy shadow blades, heading straight for the middle lane with imposing momentum, like a knight in the darkness.

The shadow elf's clone, pouncing towards the lean male, moved with ghostly speed and unpredictable trajectories. In its hands were a pair of slender yet incredibly sharp shadow daggers, attacking from tricky and ruthless angles, targeting joints and vital points.

The clone that faced the female shadow elf had the most peculiar style.

She didn't use any physical weapons; as her hands moved swiftly, shadow energy flowed and shaped between her fingers like a living thing, sometimes transforming into entangled chains to restrict her opponent's movements, sometimes into thrusting spikes to interfere, and sometimes into mist to disrupt perception.

The three members of "Night Veil Fang" were instantly plunged into a fierce battle!
Their originally tight coordinated formation was forcibly broken up by these three distinct yet equally troublesome clones, forcing them to fight independently.

What alarmed them even more was that the substantial force they received with each block and the realistic killing intent they felt with each dodge told them that these clones posed a real threat.

"Be careful! These clones are not simple!" the female shadow elf warned sharply. She was having the hardest time dealing with them because her opponents seemed to always be able to predict her shadow magic and counter it with more powerful shadow magic.

In the training ground, shadow energy surged violently, the sounds of clashing weapons, muffled energy collisions, and the whistling of clothes tearing through the air intertwined.

The three clones fought fiercely against the three Night Veil Fangs, seemingly evenly matched.

Just as the three members of Nightfang were fully focused on dealing with the "powerful enemy" before them, their minds and senses completely absorbed by the intense battle, a silent change was taking place in the deeper, shadowy corners of the training ground, untouched by the fighting. Three more "Morans," whose aura and appearance were exactly the same as the clones in the battle, emerged without warning, as if extracted from the thickest ink.

Their location was extremely tricky, precisely in the blind spots and perception zones of the three Nightfang members, and they took advantage of the perfect cover from the energy fluctuations of the fierce battle within the arena.

These three newly appeared clones did not exude any killing intent, and their movements were as light as real shadows.

In their hands, each held a short sword made of the most refined shadows, its blade gleaming with a deadly, eerie light.

Using the Shadow Assassin's magical combat technique, Shadow Strike, he concentrated all his power into a single point, locking the tip of his blade onto the back of the neck, heart, and lower back of three members of Nightfang, who were completely unprepared for any vital points.

The chilling killing intent, like a tangible needle, instantly pierced through the fierce battle, precisely striking the three Shadow Elves' fatal weaknesses!

"what?!"

"later!!"

Almost simultaneously, the hairs on the bodies of the three members of Night Veil Fang stood on end!
It's the ultimate sense of danger of having your vital points blocked by a more skilled hunter using the methods they know best!
They tried in terror to turn around, block, or dodge, but it was too late.

The "opponent" in front of them suddenly intensified his attack, entangled them tightly, and the chilling killing intent from behind had already reached their sides, making their bodies stiff and their movements sluggish.

The outcome was decided at this moment.

"Stop it." Shadow Blade's voice rang out from the sidelines, his mood somewhat complicated.

Almost the instant he spoke, the three clones who were engaged in fierce combat in the training field, as well as the three clones who had already brought their short knives to their targets' skin with murderous intent, all froze in their movements.

Then, like bubbles in the sunlight, it silently burst and dissipated, turning into wisps of shadow energy that returned to the dense darkness of the arena, as if the fierce and deadly attack had never happened.

Inside the arena, only three members of Nightfang remained, their faces pale, their breathing slightly disordered, and their eyes still filled with shock and lingering fear, along with the empty center of the training ground.

The next moment, Moran's true form emerged as if slowly "stepping out" from a painting of shadows, revealing itself from the deepest shadow cast by a giant stalactite at the edge of the training field.

Only now did the three members of Night Veil's Fang fully understand what had happened.

Six! She actually controlled six shadow clones at once, each with considerable combat power, capable of fighting them to a standstill!

Three of them were used for a direct assault to draw all attention, while the other three carried out near-perfect infiltration and assassination.

What's even more terrifying is that her true form never participated in the battle, nor was her location ever revealed.

I thought that among those powerful clones, at least one or all of them must be real, but I never expected that they were all clones!

The shadow elf of Nightveil Fang looked on in disbelief.

Their prized shadow perception was rendered useless in the face of their opponent's superior shadow manipulation and stealth techniques.

This comprehensive dominance wasn't just a difference in professional level; it also stemmed from a vast gap in understanding the essence of shadow, the efficiency of power application, and the level of tactical thinking! (End of Chapter)