Luoyang's third town, the Beast Fighting Arena.
Clone death matches only allow the original person to fight; if someone else intervenes, the number of clones immediately increases.
The great aunt was strong, fighting two against one, she still comfortably suppressed the other side.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this; the combat strength of the clones had not surpassed the originals, and they seemed less sentient, like robots, with relatively stiff choices in countering and striking back.
"It's stable!"
Zhang Hao crossed his arms over his chest, thinking if she fought these low-intelligence clones, even ten of them wouldn't be a concern.
Lin Baici lowered his head to look at his watch.
The three minutes were almost up, but the great aunt had only killed one.
"Auntie, faster!"
Lin Baici urged.
"Any faster and it could cause trouble!"
Ai Xuri thought Lin Baici was being too cautious.