--AN: Bonus Chapter 10/15--
"Haha! It looks like I can finally make my move!" Yi Tan yelled out. He sheathed his sword and began making seals with his hands, infusing spiritual qi into each one. Out of all of them, only Yi Tan was able to get a low bronze grade technique.
Spiritual qi began to take on a physical form as it wrapped around his fists. "Wind Fists!"
Yi Tan shot forward and attacked the closest of Wu Ming's blood clones. With each punch, the wind wrapped around his fist dispersed outwards completely breaking up the blood clone. Yi Tan smirked and thought this fight would be easier than expected. But before he could rejoice, his face paled as he saw the blood clone fusing back together as good as new.
