My Special Ability is Perfect Replication

The voice was not loud, but it sounded quite abrupt in the relatively silent surroundings.

All the arcanists followed the voice and saw a trainee wearing an air filter mask hovering in the air, quietly watching them.

“Who is this guy? He is so arrogant!”

“There’s nothing we can do with the beast. How will he succeed?”

Francis and Han Chujun frowned as they looked at Ling Jiu. They found this person familiar and looking like Ling Jiu, but they were not so sure since he was wearing an air filter mask.

“What? No one is talking? Well, this beast is mine then!”

Ling Jiu moved in a flash and appeared above the Centipede Dragon, from where he looked down at the beast that everyone was helpless against.

“He is quick! Is this Blink Arcana?”

Francis’s heart missed a beat.

“Blink Arcana?” Han Chujun was taken aback. “This voice… and Blink… Ling Jiu, are you Ling Jiu?”

A Pangu training camp trainee, who had also recognized Ling Jiu, was overjoyed. “Ling Jiu will surely kill this beast!”

“Ling Jiu?”

“Who is Ling Jiu?”

“Can he kill the beast?”

The other arcanists were all baffled, while Han Chujun looked stunned at hearing what this Pangu’s trainee said.

“He is really Ling Jiu? No way he can kill this Centipede Dragon, not even if he is Ling Jiu because even you, my dear, couldn’t do it!”

Francis nodded. Even he could not kill the Centipede Dragon. Could Ling Jiu do it?

“Don’t you all know that Ling Jiu is the number one arcanist in Pangu Super Training Camp? He has been dominating the top spot on the leaderboard.”

That Pangu trainee sounded proud. “If there is anyone who can kill the Centipede Dragon, it will be him.”

“The most powerful arcanist in Pangu?”

“This guy is the number one arcanist in Pangu training camp? I didn’t know that.”

What the Pangu trainee said shocked everyone.

Pangu’s Super Training Camp was founded by the world’s number one arcana combine, where countless geniuses gathered. No one should underestimate those who had become number one here.

Actually, all Top One arcanists of each arcana combine, including Pangu, Vulcan, Freedom Alliance, were not weak for sure.

“Ling Jiu is top one trainee in the Super Training Camp? How is this possible?”

It shocked Han Chujun to hear that. Others might not know who Ling Jiu was, but not her.

Ling Jiu came from Lantian Base City and the same high school, just like her. They were awakened to the arcana at the same time. So she knew what Ling Jiu was capable of.

His arcana were Earth and Gravity Manipulations.

A talented arcanist like him was average, not the brightest bulb in the pack. Could a talent like him dominate the Super Training Camp?

Of course, it would be another thing if Ling Jiu had taken some Treasure of Heaven and Earth and been awakened to some new arcana.

“A person like him is the strongest arcanist in the Super Training Camp? So much for a Super Training Camp.” Francis sneered, shaking his head.

He had learned about Ling Jiu from Han Chujun and knew Ling Jiu’s abilities. That was the reason he said so.

Other arcanists were also skeptical of Ling Jiu. One of them was a Vulcan trainee.

“So what if Ling Jiu is the number one arcanist in your Super Training Camp? Francis is also the number one arcanist in the Vulcan’s Super Training Camp. Can Ling Jiu kill the Centipede Dragon when even Francis can’t?”

“That’s right. The Number One in the Super Training Camp can only mean that he is the strongest in your Super Training Camp. No so if he were in our training camp.”

“Exactly. I don’t think he can kill this beast.”

The Pangu trainee’s face flushed when facing the doubters. “You all don’t know what Ling Jiu is capable of. I still believe he can kill this Centipede Dragon.”

“Your belief doesn’t worth a thing.”

Everyone broke into laughter.

Meanwhile, Ling Jiu had made his move.

First, it was Tungsten Form.

He gathered his strength in his right arm.

Then there was a burst of power.

The iron fist slammed down, and a crackling sound ensued. A violent shock wave burst out like a hurricane. The punch left a fist mark on the head of the Centipede Dragon.

A fist mark?

It was a fist mark indeed.

The fist mark was three inches deep.

At first, it stunned the spectators, who then burst into laughter.

“I have been wondering how strong he was. After so much hoo-ha, all he could do was to leave a small fist mark? This is so funny!”

“I had a glimmer of hope and really thought that perhaps, he could kill the Centipede Dragon when I saw him so uppity. But it turned out….”

“Are you sure he is the number one arcanist and not a joker of the Super Training Camp?”

“Francis has at least pierced through the hard armor. How about your number one arcanist? He can’t even beat Francis.”

“Say whatever you all want; he at least made a fist mark on this brute hard armor after all while we couldn’t even do this.”

“He is good if thinking about it this way.”

“Claptrap.”

Francis sneered, shaking his head. “My dear, this guy is unlike what you told me. He has more than Earth and Gravity Manipulations arcana.”

“Indeed.” Han Chujun nodded. “He must have taken some Treasure of Heaven and Earth and been awakened to some abilities. That is why he is capable of Blink and Tungsten Form.”

“This is the only plausible explanation.” Francis nodded in agreement.

Hearing everyone’s ridicule, The Pangu trainee felt aggrieved upon hearing the mockery from others. But he could not refute their remarks.

“D*mn! Wasn’t Ling Jiu very badass when he was in the training camp? How come he loses steam here? D*mn, I’m so embarrassed of him!”

Meanwhile, on the other side…

“This thing is tough!”

Ling Jiu shook his fist with his mouth curling up in a smirk. “Can you withstand another punch?”

“Arcana Field!”

Ling Jiu leaped into the air as his Arcana Field expanded. He raised his fist, tilting his body a few degrees before slamming down with his punch.

“Eightfold Rolling Thunder!”

“Two thousand five hundredfold fist power!”

The hard armor on Centipede Dragon’s head shattered upon impact like a glass which was hit by a sledgehammer.

A violent shock wave expanded outward as if a typhoon was landing from the sea.

Dust was flying, and trees were bending. All arcanists had to cover their faces while their eyes were fixated ahead.

“It is shattered! The hard armor of this beast’s head has shattered!”

“Holy moly!”

“He smashed the Centipede Dragon’s skull with a punch! How powerful is that punch?”

Everyone was shocked.

They knew firsthand how tough the hard armor on the Centipede Dragon’s body.

Hundreds of arcanists had bombarded the Centipede Dragon with various arcana, yet they did not leave even a scratch on the beast’s body.

Francis, who had an Ultimate-class Metal-type cold weapon, could barely pierce through the hard armor. Yet Ling Jiu shattered it with a punch.

How powerful is he?