With every passing battle, Qin Ya absorbed more combat experience and techniques from his clone. His own shortcomings were gradually patched, his spear strikes grew faster and more accurate, and his application of the Mysterious became ever more flexible.
CLANG! CLANG!...
Within the Space of the seventh level, two figures clashed with long spears. Unlike before, when he was completely suppressed, Qin Ya could now fight his opponent on even ground. The comprehension and learning ability he displayed were nothing short of astonishing.
Sensing that the Holy Liquid Energy in his body was nearly depleted, Qin Ya abruptly retreated dozens of yards. He once again produced a large mass of Holy Liquid—even more than before—and swallowed it, much to the disbelief of the onlookers outside.
"Tsk, tsk. I wonder how much more Holy Liquid that guy has."
"He's the only one who could possibly use Holy Liquid like that."
"But can this method really get him through the seventh level?"
