Deviant: No Longer Human

"Let me show you what a true clone technique looks like," Wang Xiao said calmly, his tone dripping with superiority.

With a single tap of his foot, the ground beneath them trembled violently.

Tremble…

Tremble…

The earth around Wang Xiao began to shake as the dust and sand swirled upward, gathering around him in a cyclone of energy.

In mere moments, the dust took shape, forming identical copies of Wang Xiao.

Each clone stood tall, wielding an exact replica of his flaming glacier sword.

There weren't just two or three clones—there were eight.

The battlefield now held eight Wang Xiaos, each exuding the same chilling presence, their swords glowing with a cold, murderous light.

"No… no way!" The red boy's face paled as he struggled to identify the real Wang Xiao.

His eyes darted from one clone to the next, panic rising within him. "This guy is insane! Which one's real?!"

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

In a blink, all eight Wang Xiaos lunged forward, their movements synchronized in perfect harmony.

Five of them targeted the red boy, surrounding him from all sides, while the other three advanced on the injured Master Long, whose face had gone ghostly white with fear.

Clink! Clink! Clink!

"Argh…!" The red boy screamed as the clones attacked him from every angle, each strike deadly and precise. "How can you attack from all directions—ARGH!" His spear barely managed to block a few strikes, but the relentless onslaught was overwhelming.

Blood spurted from his mouth as he staggered backward, his flames flickering weakly. "These… these aren't just illusions!"

Wang Xiao's clones moved like a perfectly synchronized death squad, their attacks flawless.

Unlike Master Long's illusory clones, each of Wang Xiao's shadows was solid—each one capable of landing real, devastating blows.

The battlefield had shifted in an instant. Where Wang Xiao had once been on the defensive, he now held complete control.

His clones pressed the red boy and Master Long with terrifying efficiency, cutting through their defenses as if they were nothing more than paper.

"Impossible!" Master Long spat, his cane trembling as he tried to fend off the three clones closing in on him.

His body shook with pain, his arm useless and blood dripping onto the ground. 'How is this Grandmaster-level warrior overpowering me and this red monkey at the same time?' His mind raced in disbelief as the clones advanced, their swords glinting like death itself.

By now, even the hidden onlookers couldn't believe their eyes.

One of the livestreamers, still trembling behind the stage, whispered into his phone. "Guys… he's not just holding his own… He's winning! He's actually pushing back two Great-Grandmasters!"

immortal_blade: "Damn! The Red Robe guy is crushing them! How is this even possible??"

dragonlord234: "Bro's built different. This isn't normal for a Grandmaster!"

heavenly_sword: "Look at the red monkey! He's getting shredded!"

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On the other side of the battlefield, chaos reigned.

The Giant Monk, towering like a twisted deity of destruction, had his attention on Master Long's disciples.

His figure radiated an aura of madness, his eyes gleaming with an insatiable hunger for violence.

Puchi!

Xiao Lin, the weakest of the four, was caught under the giant's massive foot.

His eyes trembled for just a second before he braced for the inevitable.

A disgusting squelch echoed across the battlefield as the Giant Monk pressed down, and in an instant, Xiao Lin's body burst into a mist of blood.

His life was snuffed out as if it had never existed.

"No!"

"Xiao Lin!"

Xiao Lu and Xiao Chen screamed in shock and rage, their voices trembling with disbelief at the sudden and brutal death of their comrade.

The Giant Monk's massive belly shook, quaking like a storm ready to unleash its fury.

He roared with a twisted grin, "Enough of games! *Second Form—Eighteen Hands of Buddha!*"

"Wha—what the hell is that?!"

"Dodge!" Xiao Feng shouted, his voice barely audible over the monk's ear-splitting roar.

But it was too late.

The monk's massive hands blurred into motion, as if the air itself trembled to his gigantic presence.

A giant palm struck Xiao Feng squarely in the face, his body flung like a rag doll.

He coughed up blood, his vision fading as he soared through the air, crashing into the sea with a loud splash!

The ripples of his impact faded as quickly as his consciousness.

Xiao Lu and Xiao Chen barely managed to dodge the incoming strikes, but the Giant Monk's speed increased a thousandfold.

His blood-red eyes gleamed with terrifying bloodlust as he moved, his body a symbol of destruction.

BOOM!

CRASH!

Wherever his fists landed, the ground shattered, leaving behind craters the size of small ponds.

The very earth trembled under the fury of his wrath.

"No…!" Xiao Chen shouted as he tried to retreat, but the monk was faster.

His massive hands reached out with terrifying speed, grabbing Xiao Chen before he could react.

His body was pulled taut in the monk's enormous grip, the pressure building.

"AHHHH!" Xiao Chen screamed, his voice high and desperate as both of the monk's colossal hands closed in on him.

The disciple's bones cracked like twigs under the immense force, and with a sickening tear, the Giant Monk ripped Xiao Chen's body in half.

Puchi!

Blood sprayed in all directions, painting the battlefield in red.

"Xiao Chen! NO!" Xiao Lu cried out, his voice breaking with both pain and fury.

He charged forward recklessly, but the monk was already moving.

In one swift motion, he grabbed Xiao Lu by the waist and raised him to his mouth.

"No! NO! STOP!" Xiao Lu screamed in horror as the monk's jaws opened wide, revealing rows of sharp, jagged yellowish teeth.

CRUNCH.

The monk bit down, chewing casually as blood splashed wildly from his mouth.

Puff!

Xiao Lu's muffled cries of agony echoed through the battlefield for only a moment before fading into silence.

The horrifying sight was too much for the few spectators hiding and watching.

Some of the people filming had dropped their devices, covering their mouths as they vomited in disgust.

One of the livestreamers, pale and shaking, could barely whisper into his phone, "He… He just… ate him. The monster ate him…"

The chat exploded with reactions.

user123: "Did he just eat him ALIVE?! What the hell is going on?!"

Milf_hunter: "I'm done, I can't watch this. This is too much…"

monk_slaughter: "That monk's a freaking demon! How are these people supposed to fight THAT?"

With two of Master Long's disciples dead and another one unconscious, the battlefield had become a bloodbath.

The Giant Monk, his hunger and bloodlust fully awakened, looked around for more prey, his chest heaving with satisfaction as his eyes glowed a deep, demonic red.

"Kekkekekekeke~!"

He laughed, his voice echoing like a twisted gong across the devastated landscape.