"This is insane… He really is a one-man army! That attack speed is off the charts!" the male commentator gasped.
"Wait! There's more arrow rain coming from behind Orgod—what the hell?!"
The female host cried out in shock. All eyes locked onto the holo-display as even SirLagsALot started losing his cool.
"Hell no… Is this dude actually cheating?"
Arrows came from three directions.
A black swarm of death closed in, sealing every possible inch of Orson's movement space like an inescapable net.
"Not bad," Orson muttered with a glint in his eye. The whistling of arrows filled his ears, like wailing spirits sweeping through a haunted battlefield.
"Clone skill? No… this is mirroring."
He glanced to the side and spotted a strange humanoid silhouette. It moved in perfect sync with Usher, drawing a bow in tandem.
It resembled the Supreme Soul Disc clone, but there was no delay, no telltale signs—it mimicked Usher exactly.
This wasn't a mere illusion. This was something more.
