My Auto Cloning System-Chapter 99: Winner of the match

"Impossible! You're cheating! What did you do?!" Lin Xue cried out, her voice rising in panic. She swung her sword in a massive, and desperate arc, sending a literal wave of jagged ice spikes toward him. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Yin Zhe didn't block them this time. Instead He took a bold step into the path of the attack, while spinning the Roaring Tiger in a specific, and

high-level defensive pattern he had just inherited from the system's memory. The broad blade caught the ice spikes mid-air and redirected their momentum in a perfect circle. (K-CHAK!) Instead of hitting him, the spikes were slung back at Lin Xue with twice the speed.

She barely managed to dodge her own lethal projectiles, her eyes filled with a deep, primal confusion and a growing seed of fear. "What are you? You're only a Stage 6 Root! You shouldn't be able to read my essence flow!"

"I'm just a very, very fast learner," Yin Zhe smirked, though inside, he felt like his physical body was melting from the inside out. The Black Fire Seed was fighting a war against the external frost, and the mental overload was making the world spin in

slow circles. He knew he only had one trick left before his heart gave out.

He started to stumble on purpose. He let his sword arm sag, and he took a shaky, and uneven step that made him look vulnerable. "Oh... I think... I'm going to faint... it's too much..." he groaned, with his eyes fluttering as if he were about to collapse.

Lin Xue saw the opening she had been praying for. "He's exhausted! That burst of strange energy was his last stand!" she thought triumphantly. She gathered every last, and shivering drop of her frost Qi into the very tip of her sword. She flew forward, while putting all her weight and her noble pride into one final, and desperate thrust aimed at his chest.

"Die, you peasant filth!"

Yin Zhe waited until the freezing tip of the blade was only an inch from his throat. Suddenly, his "fainting" stumble transformed into a perfect, low-profile Muay Thai leg sweep. (SHWIP!) Lin Xue, who was mid-air and fully committed to her forward momentum, now had no way to change course. Her feet were swept clean out from under her. As she fell into the slush, Yin Zhe didn't stab her with the point. He used the flat, and broad side of Roaring Tiger and smacked her right in the stomach like a giant flyswatter. (WHACK!)

The raw physical force of the blow sent her flying thirty feet across the arena, while smashing through her own decorative ice pillars and slamming straight into the far stone wall. (BOOM!) The impact was so great that the ice in the arena began to crack and melt instantly as her concentration snapped like a dry twig.

Lin Xue lay in the melting, and dirty slush, her sword was a few feet away and cooling into ordinary metal. She tried to lift her head, her fingers clawing at the wet sand, but she was completely drained of spirit essence and in a lot of pain. She slumped back down, her eyes rolling back as she fell unconscious.

The silence that followed inside the array was absolute. Even the massive crowd outside, watching the giant spirit screens, was frozen in a state of collective shock.

[Total Reactive Points: 39,316]

Yin Zhe stood alone in the middle of the melting arena, while surrounded by puddles of water and broken ice. He tried to sheath Roaring Tiger, but his hands were shaking so violently from the cold and the adrenaline that he couldn't align the blade. He missed the mouth of the scabbard twice, the metal clinking uselessly. (Clink... clink...) Finally, he just let the 12th-grade sword fall into the wet Stones at his feet. (Splat.)

"Winner... by total incapacitation... Yin Zhe," Enforcer Wu Tiao announced. His voice sounded hollow, amazed, and a little bit frightened.

Yin Zhe didn't celebrate. Neither did he perform a victory dance or wave to the aunties in the crowd. He just leaned forward and fell flat on his face into the melting snow. (Thump.)

High on the balcony, the elders were on their feet. Elder Xuan Yi was rubbing his chin so hard he might have left a bruise, his eyes wide behind his dark circles. "He won. This Root Awakening Stage 6 boy who wants to be an alchemist defeated a Qi Realm noble. Was that... pure insight? Or just the most elaborate trickery I've ever witnessed?"

Elder Chen Niao nodded slowly, with a look of profound respect on his silver-bearded face. "He has the raw, savage heart of a tiger and the devious brain of a thousand-year-old fox. I guess my roaring cat sword was a perfect fit for him. I have never seen a brat quite like him in all my years."

Medical disciples dressed in white and blue robes rushed into the arena while carrying wooden stretchers. They reached Lin Xue first, who was covered in deep bruises and patches of frostbite, and carefully lifted her. When they moved to pick up Yin Zhe, the lead medic jumped back with a yelp.

"He's freezing and burning at the same time!" the medic shouted to his partners. "His core essence is like a raging furnace, but his skin is as cold as a mountain peak in winter! Careful with him, his pulses are all over the place!"

Yin Zhe was only half-conscious as they lifted his limp body onto the canvas. Every single bone in his body felt like it had been put through a heavy stone meat grinder. His [Primordial Life-force] was working at 100% capacity, glowing with a bright, and pulsating green light that seeped through the tears in his clothes, but even that divine vitality wasn't enough to instantly cure this level of pure exhaustion.

As the stretcher was carried out of the arena, Yin Zhe's blurry vision caught sight of Bao Zi and Ren Tie running toward him through the parting crowd. He tried to raise his hand to give them a sarcastic thumbs up, but he couldn't even lift a single finger.

"I am definitely... going to ask for a massive raise... or a long nap... after this..." he thought, his consciousness finally slipping away as the darkness of sleep took him.

The third stage was far from over, but the name Yin Zhe had just carved itself into the memory of every single person in the Iron Vein Spirit Palace. The "jester" had become a giant.

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