Heavenly Copy-Paste Technique

"Which means that everything that has happened here was just the opening move in a much larger game. And we’re already several steps behind."

The weight of Pavilion Master Hyeon Ryu’s words settled over the destroyed Supreme Chamber like dust after a storm. Jinmu helped the weakened Grandmaster steady himself against a section of wall that had survived the explosion, his mind already racing through the implications of what they had discovered.

An unorthodox alliance. Formal coordination between sects that have been enemies for generations. Do Giseon didn’t just betray the Mugang Martial Pavilion, he helped orchestrate something that could reshape the entire martial world.

"We need to move quickly," Jinmu said, his enhanced senses detecting the approach of multiple groups throughout the pavilion complex. "My copies should have completed their missions by now, but there will be cleanup operations that require direct supervision."

Hyeon Ryu nodded, though the simple motion seemed to cost him considerable effort. "The immediate priority is stabilizing the pavilion’s leadership structure. With eight of the Twelve Blades compromised and three more injured during the fighting, we have a dangerous power vacuum."

"The loyal Blades are receiving medical treatment in the carved stone pavilion," Jinmu assured him, offering his arm for support as they began to make their way toward the chamber’s exit. "My people are maintaining security there while keeping up the illusion that the original prisoners are still being held."

They moved slowly through the debris-filled corridors, Hyeon Ryu’s condition requiring frequent rest stops despite his obvious desire to reach the pavilion’s administrative centers as quickly as possible. With each step, the sounds of organized activity grew louder, indicating that Jinmu’s copies were indeed carrying out their assigned tasks with typical efficiency.

"Tell me about the tournament situation," Hyeon Ryu said as they paused near a window that offered a view of the arena grounds in the distance. "How many people know what actually happened? How much of the conspiracy has been exposed?"

"My copies moved to secure the arena the moment Do Giseon’s escape was confirmed," Jinmu replied, watching streams of people moving away from the tournament grounds in what appeared to be an organized evacuation. "The official story is that structural damage from the fighting made the venue unsafe for continued competition."

Which isn’t entirely false. The kinds of techniques that were being thrown around could have legitimately compromised the arena’s integrity. Better to err on the side of caution than risk a collapse that kills thousands of spectators.

"And the captured duplicate? Your other self?" Hyeon Ryu asked with the kind of careful delicacy that suggested he was still trying to understand the full implications of Jinmu’s copying ability.

"Recovered safely, along with Eun Haria," Jinmu confirmed. "The elders who were holding them tried to resist, but they weren’t prepared for a coordinated assault by multiple copies working together. Most surrendered when they realized the scope of what they were facing."