The moment the man split into five identical copies, I knew I was dealing with a deceptive technique. My eyes scanned the shifting figures, each moving in perfect synchronization, making it nearly impossible to tell which was real. The air crackled with energy as I steadied my stance, taking a deep breath and calling forth my Qi.
A blue aura surrounded my body, radiating heat and power. My opponent smirked, confident in his illusion.
"Think you can figure it out?" he taunted, his five voices echoing around me.
I ignored his words, closing my eyes for a second. Then I moved.
In a blur of speed, I struck at the nearest copy. It dissipated into thin air.
Another fake.
I twisted, dodging a strike from my right, and retaliated with a sweeping kick—another illusion gone. The man was quick,
