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The four Aaaninjas stood together, their presence imposing and almost suffocating.

However, the three newly arrived counterparts appeared somewhat bewildered, still adjusting to their unexpected circumstances.

"Hmm… being summoned to an entirely different reality is quite the experience"

One of them mused, his gaze sweeping over the remaining champions and Anthony with a mix of curiosity and intrigue.

"Let's get this over with,"

The Original Aaaninja stated flatly, his tone laced with impatience as the three newcomers surveyed their surroundings like novices, not bothering to grasp the gravity of the situation.

"Sure then. My name is Handsome J Aaaninja"

One of them declared without hesitation.

"I'm Gabriel J Aaaninja"

The second followed, his tone steady.

"And I'm Rico J Aaaninja"

The third answered, his eyes scanning the surroundings with curiosity.

The original Aaaninja nodded in acknowledgment before addressing them telepathically.

There was no time for lengthy explanations or introductions.

Instead, he transmitted their objective directly into their minds, ensuring they understood their purpose without delay.

His mana was depleting rapidly, he had to act fast.

Omniscient View was constantly consuming an enormous amount of mana, and summoning alternate versions of himself from other realities drained him even further.

Yet, despite his dwindling reserves, he remained standing, held upright by sheer willpower alone.

The four Aaaninjas turned their gaze toward Anthony.

But Anthony didn't speak.

He merely stood there, silent, observing them with an unreadable expression.

The crackling lightning that had once coursed through his body had vanished the moment he struck down Aaaninja.

Now, his piercing stare settled on the three newly summoned versions.

Unlike the original Aaaninja, these three bore no swords.

More notably, none of them possessed the Eyes Of Genesis.

Handsome J Aaaninja wielded a spear, Rico J Aaaninja carried daggers, and Gabriel J Aaaninja relied solely on his fists.

Anthony discerned all of this in an instant, his sharp eyes picking up the nuances of their stances and weaponry with ease.

"Four against one, huh?"

He muttered, more to himself than to them.

A fleeting thought crossed his mind, Madara Vs. The Five Kage.

A smirk tugged at his lips before he shook his head, amusement flickering in his eyes.

"Why are you smiling? Finally giving up?"

The Original Aaaninja asked, his voice laced with curiosity.

"Nah… not that"

Anthony shrugged.

"I was just thinking, no matter how many gifts or bribes you offer the author, you're not winning this fight"

"You're still on about this author nonsense?"

Aaaninja sighed.

"Well, no need to waste words then"

"Yeah… no need to waste words"

Anthony echoed, his smirk deepening.

With a single thought, he activated his own skill, Doppelganger

Space trembled, distortions rippling outward as three new versions of Anthony emerged onto the battlefield.

Doppelganger granted Anthony the ability to create perfect clones, each one possessing his full strength, every skill, every ability, and even his Authority Of Information.

Not even the overpowered system was beyond their reach.

As the space around him stabilized, his three duplicates took form.

One gripped a spear.

Another wielded twin daggers.

The last stood empty handed.

Aaaninja's frown deepened.

He hadn't expected this.

He had assumed a four on one fight would secure his victory, but once again, Anthony shattered his expectations.

It was as if the man was an endless abyss of abilities, each one appearing at the perfect moment to counter him.

What was once an advantage had now been leveled.

Four vs. Four.

The atmosphere grew heavy with tension, an unspoken signal of the impending clash.

Then, in an instant, they all vanished.

What followed wasn't a prolonged struggle but a swift and decisive massacre.

In less than ten minutes, the three summoned Aaaninjas were wiped out.

Anthony's clones had executed them effortlessly, using the exact same method the original Anthony had employed earlier.@@novelbin@@

Simple.

Efficient.

The main Aaaninja had never explained to his counterparts how Anthony had killed him before.

And unlike him, they lacked the broken Eyes Of Genesis.

Now, only two remained.

Anthony and Aaaninja stood in another location, their battle seemingly over.

Aaaninja's breathing was ragged, each inhale sharp, each exhale strained.

Though his body bore no visible injuries, the relentless exertion had pushed his muscles to their limit.

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Every fiber of his being screamed for rest, his strength waning with each passing second.

With a dull thud, he dropped to one knee, his sword the only thing keeping him from collapsing entirely.

"Seems like I win"

Anthony remarked, standing tall before him.

His tone wasn't mocking, it was simply a statement of fact.

Aaaninja slowly raised his head, locking eyes with Anthony.

Rainbow colored, clock like irises met sky blue, gem like ones.

Their gazes held, unwavering, unyielding.

"I haven't lost yet"

Aaaninja declared, his voice steady despite his exhaustion.

Then, his eyes shone brilliantly.

Every color and every number within his irises intensified, spinning rapidly like the gears of an unfathomable cosmic mechanism.

And then, he vanished.

Anthony's eyes widened slightly.

He hadn't expected that.

More importantly, he couldn't detect Aaaninja's presence.

Not even Sense Dome, his highly refined perception ability, could track him.

Frowning, Anthony expanded the range of the skill, stretching his awareness as far as possible.

Yet, no matter how much he pushed its limits, Aaaninja remained undetectable.

It should have been impossible.

And yet, a memory surfaced, a certain phoenix had once bypassed this very same broken skill.

Anthony felt an unsettling unease creep into him.

Ten minutes had passed, and he had made no progress.

He remained motionless, his mind racing, searching for a solution.

Then, a thought flickered in his mind.

It seemed impossible, but given Aaaninja's capabilities, Anthony wouldn't dismiss it outright.

To confirm his suspicion, he had no choice but to break his own rule.

With a deep breath, he activated Authority Of Information.

Almost immediately, his expression darkened.

His thoughts had been confirmed.

Aaaninja had done exactly what he suspected.

And yet, Anthony could do nothing about it.

Faced with a dilemma beyond even his vast arsenal of skills, he turned to the only force capable of providing an answer.

He consulted the system.

Then, with a knowing smile, he vanished.