Moyu sat cross-legged on the bed, with a bright light of thought floating all over his body.
Oath effect +1...
Moyu didn't know exactly how much benefit it could bring to "Soul Echo".
Anyway, it still needs to be judged based on the practical process.
"First of all...well, let's not worry about the mimicry appearance."
Moyu, who was about to add an ability mechanism to "Soul Echo", suddenly thought of——
Before you know the approximate inventory of the oath effect, you can try to add other higher-level abilities.
for example,
The precious ability to swap places between oneself and the shadow, and between the shadow and the enemy.
In terms of tactical value, it is better than the mimic appearance.
There is also the ability to "share training results". If it can be added successfully, the value of the training buff can be fully utilized.
"Let's try the ability to share training results first... There are restrictions. If it succeeds, we don't expect to return 100% of the training results, but it won't be less than 50%."
After thinking about this, Moyu started to try.
About ten minutes later.
Moyu ended up in failure.
"It seems that the level of the ability to share the results of cultivation is too high. Even if the oath effect is increased by one level, it will not be achieved, but think about it..."
"Clone-type abilities generally require certain harsh activation conditions based on distance, power, accuracy and other varying degrees of effect. In addition, maintaining abilities usually requires a high level of mental concentration."
"Sharing the results of cultivation and so on is an existence that I can't touch for the time being. But how did you get the "killing upgrade" ability in the original work? I really don't know how many strict constraints must be shouldered to get that kind of ability...
…”
Moyu didn't feel that he had the ability to share the results of his training.
After all, it took less than a month to learn to read...
"Next, try the ability to swap places."
Moyu calmed down and started trying another ability development.
In the end it still ended in failure.
"I thought it was too beautiful."
Moyu laughed at himself, and after his idea failed, he honestly tried to mimic the ability to share appearance.
this time,
He successfully developed his abilities.
The figure originally had only a dark outline, but under the baptism of telekinesis, color slowly emerged on his body, and then slowly transformed into Moyu's appearance.
Shadowman——
No,
It should now be called a shadow clone.
"The speed of mimic appearance is too slow. You can only shorten the time limit slowly through practice. It must reach at least 0.5 seconds to be considered qualified, eh?"
Mo You suddenly glanced at a stain on the face of the shadow clone, raised his hand to his chin, and said with a smile: "The effect of the ability is even better than I expected."
After successfully developing the ability of "mimicry sharing appearance", Moyu has been churning out all kinds of dirty tricks in his mind, just waiting for a destined person to realize the beauty of it.
"Let's see if the effect of the oath remains... Let's start with the basic body functions. However, do you want to try the hearing ability or the ability to speak first?"
Moyou thought for a moment and chose hearing.
He poured his thoughts into his abilities, waited for a moment, then took something and plugged his ears. Then he let the shadow copy move away and gently rubbed his index thumb against his ears.
The faint sound produced definitely reached his ears.
"It's done."
Moyu raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
But he did not stop there and continued to try to develop the ability to "speak".
After a while, there was no result.
"So be it."
Moyu was already very satisfied.
His "Soul Echo" tends to be a trait-type compound ability. Needless to say, it is difficult to develop, and it requires harsh constraints to achieve its effect.
Now, just by setting up a constraint of "sharing pain", we can get so much feedback...
Moyo was very satisfied.
He had a hunch that as long as the "memory capacity" was sufficient, "Soul Echo" could bring him more surprises.
"To celebrate the birth of new abilities..."
Moyu waved the shadow clone over and punched it a few times.
The shadow copy was beaten back two steps.
"It doesn't feel right."
Moyu looked at the shadow copy that was exactly the same as himself, frowned and said: "It feels like I'm abusing myself when I fight, oh... I'm actually abusing myself, but it still feels a little different."
With that said, Moyu did not choose to let the shadow clone return to the shadow form, but instead thought about some possibility.
"interesting."
He closed his eyes and kept recalling some memory scenes related to people in his mind.
There's Hisoka, there's Chrollo, there's Ilmi...
In the end, Moyu chose Hisoka.
The images that flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern suddenly became Hisoka, and gradually became clearer.
at the same time.
The shadow clone is like the terracotta warriors and horses exposed to the air after a thousand years. The color on the body disappears at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon turns back into a completely black shadow figure.
Immediately afterwards, a little bit of color appeared and spread everywhere on the shadow person's body, like ink falling on rice paper...
With his eyes closed, Moyu had some cold sweat quietly oozing out from his forehead, looking particularly strenuous.
The colors on the shadow figure are gradually becoming clearer, and the volume has also increased significantly.
About fifteen seconds later.
The shadow man turned into Hisoka's appearance, which is——
Looks very Picasso.
However, some obvious characteristics can also lead to the recognition of "Ah, this is Hisoka".
"call."
Moyu raised his hand to wipe away the sweat, and then punched Picasso Sissot hard in the face.
Accompanied by a muffled sound.
Picasso Sissot stepped back, and Moyo let out a sigh.
"It's much more comfortable this way."
Afterwards, Moyu tried his best to beat Picasso Sisso, and the beating was so hearty that he felt that the efficiency of "pain tolerance training" would be greatly improved in the future.
Somewhere in the world.
Hisoka, who was in his early twenties, held a bloody playing card between his index and middle fingers.
Lying on the ground in front of him was a strong, lifeless person with enhanced abilities.
Hisoka looked down at the corpse, kissed the bloody playing card lightly, and then put his index finger on the swollen cheek.
"It hurts a little, like I was punched several times in a row."
After saying this, Hisoka showed a happy expression.
The perspective switches back to the office.
Moyu beat Picasso Sissot continuously for an hour in a record-breaking manner, and then he removed his power, collapsed on the bed, and entered the state of "absolute".
He gave himself an hour's rest.
time flies--
after an hour.
Moyu put away his "Zero" state and walked out of the cubicle.
Sambika and the others are already waiting outside.
Without wasting much time, Moyu, Sambika and Bisji left the office under the watch of Lizzie.
Arriving at the side of the road, Bisji hailed a late-night taxi, then simply activated his money-making ability and bought the taxi on the spot.
"Remember to reimburse others."
Bisji, who obliged and sat in the driver's seat, winked at Sambika.
Sambika nodded silently.
"Sit tight."
Bisji held the steering wheel with both hands, with a little excitement in his eyes.
"Um?"
Moyu fastened his seat belt immediately and reminded him: "Sambika, seat belt."
At this time, Bisij stepped on the accelerator hard.
Amidst the roar of the engine, a large amount of exhaust gas came out of the rear of the taxi, and it rushed forward.
Half an hour later.
The taxi drove out of Laxiang City and drove a long way on the open road without encountering any obstacles.
“It went very smoothly.”
Moyu was a little surprised.
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a very recognizable sound of helicopter propellers coming from behind.
"..."
Hearing the noise, Bisji and Sambika glanced at Moyu silently.