After Zhao Wei retreated, he finally managed to put some distance between himself and Han Lang.
He continued to watch Han Lang warily, expecting him to seize this opportunity to pursue him further. To his surprise, Han Lang did not do so.
His heart was filled with worry for Huang Yuhua.
Under the assault of Zhao Wei's clone, Huang Yuhua was the most vulnerable among everyone present.
This was not solely due to his lower strength.
The crucial point was that he did not possess the immortal-grade weapon gifted by Song Heguo, nor had he learned Han Lang's Tian Yan Fa like Xiang Danna and Tang Qin.
Therefore, the moment he created distance from Zhao Wei, Han Lang immediately turned to assist Huang Yuhua.
At this moment, Huang Yuhua was already panting under the clone's suppression, and he had inevitably sustained injuries.
Yet, even so, Zhao Wei's clone showed no intention of letting him go, launching another attack without hesitation.
Huang Yuhua was at his wit's end, completely unable to muster any strength to resist the clone.
Just as he believed his end was near, Han Lang's arrival offered him a glimmer of hope.
The Nine Flame Fiery Needles whistled through the air, effortlessly shattering the clone's attack and repelling it.
Without any delay, Han Lang arrived beside Huang Yuhua, producing over a dozen Baoling Pills and handing them to him, while also instructing him.
"Restorative pills, take one when your spiritual energy is low!"
Huang Yuhua was indeed surprised, but he also knew that this was not the time for probing questions.
He nodded with an "mm" and immediately took one, popping it into his mouth, while the rest were stored in his spatial ring.
As the Baoling Pill entered his body, the previous sense of emptiness vanished instantly, and his entire state was replenished, making him feel as if he had the strength to fight for another three hundred rounds!
Han Lang, of course, did not stand idle. After giving his instructions, he directly lunged at the clone.
He intended to resolve this crisis for Huang Yuhua.
However, Zhao Wei, seeing that Han Lang was not pursuing him, naturally would not allow him to assist others.
The moment Han Lang launched his attack, Zhao Wei also moved to the clone's side, directly replacing it to continue the engagement with Han Lang.
Han Lang's brow furrowed, and he could only watch helplessly as the clone continued its assault on Huang Yuhua.
"Excellent! Since that's the case, I don't want to be a burden to the team. Let's continue our fierce battle for another three hundred rounds!"
Huang Yuhua declared with satisfaction, simultaneously calling out loudly to Han Lang.
"Han Lang, don't worry about me. With your restorative pills, I can hold on!"
Hearing this, Han Lang felt a great sense of relief.
Although he knew that even if he wanted to, he would be unable to spare any attention to support Huang Yuhua while being entangled by Zhao Wei.
"Alright! Be careful yourself!"
After a brief reminder, he rejoined the fray with Zhao Wei.
In reality, Huang Yuhua was still no match for the clone.
The opponent's strength far surpassed his.
During their confrontation, he had no power to retaliate and could only rely on the Baoling Pills provided by Han Lang to prevent his swift defeat.
Soon, his supply of pills was running low.
Because he had to go all out with every strike, his spiritual energy was depleted much faster than that of others.
The more this happened, the more anxious he became.
"Such excellent restorative pills, how precious they must be! I cannot let such good things be wasted because of me. No, I must find a breakthrough and resolve this current crisis!"
Huang Yuhua thought to himself, his focus on fighting the clone intensifying.
He recalled that Ma Long had previously asked Song Heguo a question.
It was whether Zhao Wei's clone's martial techniques had any weaknesses.
Although his strength was insufficient, he was well aware that.
The reason martial techniques were divided into six grades—Divine, Immortal, Heavenly, Earthly, Profound, and Yellow—was not solely due to the difficulty of cultivation or the difference in combat power.
Beyond these factors, every martial technique indeed possessed indispensable weaknesses.
This was true even for divine-tier martial techniques.
It was akin to the concept of all things being born and overcoming each other; there were bound to be certain flaws.
Having made up his mind, Huang Yuhua gradually calmed himself.
While continuing to defend against the clone with all his might, he also began to observe the clone carefully.
His aim was to find some weaknesses of the clone.
Zhao Wei's clone was a form of energy manifestation.
Because he was a modified esper, his body was not entirely filled with spiritual energy like that of cultivators.
If it weren't for the fact that the method of summoning his clone fell within the scope of martial techniques, it would have been unlikely for the clone to appear in its current pure golden hue.
The clone's appearance was not significantly different from Zhao Wei's, but due to its energetic nature, a faint golden light emanated from its body, and its entire form appeared translucent.
It was somewhat like flawless, exquisite jade.
Even its eyes, nose, and other features were free from any impurity.
It was precisely because of this that it could attack without feeling pain or fatigue.
Apart from being shattered by a more powerful energy, like Han Lang's, there was no other way to defeat it.
After all, it was not human!
"Human?"
Upon thinking this, a flash of inspiration struck Huang Yuhua.
Right.
Although it was not human, it was Zhao Wei's clone, after all.
Its form was also indistinguishable from a human's.
If that were the case, did it also possess the acupoints found on the human body?
If so, could the human body's pressure points become the key for him to break through this clone?
Thinking this, Huang Yuhua became excited as if he had discovered a new continent.
"No matter what! I'll try it first!"
Having made up his mind, he unhesitatingly swallowed another Baoling Pill, and then, fueled by the abundant spiritual energy within him, he launched a rare counter-attack.
Seeing Huang Yuhua actually counter-attacking, the clone seemed somewhat surprised.
Although it lacked human emotions, after fighting with Huang Yuhua for so long, it had become accustomed to suppressing him.
Therefore, when Huang Yuhua changed tactics and launched an offensive, it was momentarily stunned, appearing somewhat flustered.
It was precisely because of this brief pause that Huang Yuhua found his opportunity.
Without hesitation, he threw a punch directly at the clone's Tanzhong acupoint.
The Tanzhong acupoint is one of the vital pressure points on the human body.
If it were to receive a severe blow, it would almost certainly be fatal.
Huang Yuhua was a cultivator in the Golden Core mid-stage.
His strike could certainly be considered a heavy blow.
Therefore, all the conditions were almost met.
As Huang Yuhua expected, his fist landed heavily on the clone's Tanzhong acupoint.
Just as he thought he had succeeded, he found the clone staring blankly at him.
As if looking at an idiot, its face was full of incomprehension.
Huang Yuhua was shocked.
"Damn it! It didn't work!"