Water Mirror Demon II

That would almost mean that, under the same circumstances, Galan could also, like his Copy, eliminate him before he could even react!

Wow, so strong... I originally thought he was just an ordinary warrior, but it turns out he's been hiding his true strength all along...

A layer of cold sweat broke out on Clinton's forehead. In fact, after taking him as Lady Serie's partner, Clinton felt that the other party should not be an ordinary person. However, due to Galan's habitual suppression of his aura, others could not see his true strength from his appearance. But now, when facing Galan's Copy who did not hide his killing intent, he personally felt the other party's strength.

That sharp gaze and the overwhelming Fighting Spirit emanating from him were the kind of aura that only a warrior who had cultivated the [Essence of Martial Arts] could possess. Clearly, his opponent's level had surpassed his own, and if he were to face him head-on, he would undoubtedly be defeated.

Pass, standing nearby, witnessed this scene and was also filled with turbulent emotions, finding it hard to believe.

I never expected that I had completely underestimated Galan's strength. If he were a powerhouse of that level, I probably wouldn't have lasted more than a few rounds against him.

Looking back on that farce this morning, I realize how short-sighted and narrow-minded I was, completely unaware of the complexities involved.

Upon seeing Galan's Copy appear, everyone had different thoughts, but Galan himself remained the calmest. He had been wondering why his Copy hadn't appeared yet when he noticed something amiss in the fog next to Clinton and intervened to save him.

Looking at it now, its Copy has almost the exact same personality as itself, and loves to use sneak attacks...:

Fortunately, his whereabouts were exposed before he could harm his own men.

"Brother... we're not confident we can handle this Copy of you..."

Although he felt a little embarrassed to say it at this moment, Clinton wasn't the kind of person who was stubborn or liked to put on a brave face. He knew that if he were to deal with Galan's Copy, he would most likely suffer a great loss.

"It's alright, I'll handle my own Copy. But you guys still need to be careful, there are still two of us whose Copy haven't appeared yet."

Judging from the current situation, the enemy actually appearing in front of them doesn't seem too intimidating; at most, the difference in strength might pose some threat.

The real uncertainty lies with those unseen Copy; who knows when they might emerge from the Dense Fog and catch us off guard?

If they really encounter this situation, they will be attacked from both sides.

Even against his own Copy, Galan wasn't entirely confident he could achieve a decisive victory.

After all, he wasn't sure of his own strength yet, and after mastering the [Blood Manipulation Magic], he hadn't actually fought anyone.

The theories of combination techniques from the past have also failed to be put into practice...::

Yes!

[The Blood Manipulation Magic]!

Seeing the Copy that had begun to confront him, Galan immediately realized that the Copy didn't have a blood plasma reserve like him, nor did it have its own blood to manipulate. Even if it could replicate his magic, without a source to draw upon, wouldn't the magic be as good as nothing?

Wouldn't that give me an advantage in this regard?

The Copy seemed to realize this as well, and instead of remaining still and waiting to die, they charged towards Galan.

The Alchemy Longsword he had copied gleamed almost identically to the original, and he slashed at him without hesitation with the force to break through an army.

However, since the two were from the same school in terms of fighting style, just by standing still and watching each other, Galan knew how the other would attack. So he only stayed in a small area, calmly moving his feet and narrowly dodging several killing moves from the Copy.

Since his opponent couldn't hurt him with his own moves, and he couldn't hurt his opponent with the same moves, Galan didn't even bother to try to retaliate. He just kept dodging and looking for an opportunity to strike.

Meanwhile, a battle broke out not far away between Clinton and his group.

The Copy of "Pass" didn't stand still after its companion made a move; it immediately charged towards the original.

Although Pass himself has never been afraid of strong enemies and is good at breaking through and defeating opponents on his own, the others all know that the chances of him winning against his own Copy are not high, and there is even a risk of failure. So they immediately got into position. Just as the enemy's attack was about to come, Pass himself blocked the first wave of attacks, and then Clinton attacked from the side, aiming at the Copy's heart and slashing at it.

Although they don't know exactly where the core of these Copy is, if it's a perfect "copy," its vital parts should be exactly the same as those of humans.

"[Goddess's Three Spears]!"

Wallace, standing behind the two, was not idle either. He opened the [Holy Scripture] and used a powerful and lethal Goddess Magic to fly quickly towards "Pass".

Faced with the three men surrounding him, the opponent decisively abandoned his reckless charging style, stopped in his tracks by pushing off the ground, and then retreated a few steps to the side, dodging both the three Holy Spears that came at him and Clinton's ghostly sword shadows.

"Pass, I feel like your Copy is smarter than you!"

Clinton was somewhat surprised to see that his opponent could react so quickly and cleverly. Based on his understanding of Pass, he knew that even if it meant taking a few hits, he would probably charge forward without hesitation.

"Boss, don't slander me! I already said that this Copy fights exactly like the original, which means I really am that smart!"

Despite the fact that the other party was currently an enemy, Pass was actually quite pleased with himself for dealing with his troublesome Copy.

It seems that even when facing a three-man encirclement, I can still pull off some elegant maneuvers.

Stop strutting around! Let's go!

Without giving the Copy "Pass" any time to catch his breath, Clinton immediately charged forward with his sword, aiming a slash at the other's head. "Boss, I don't have any grudge against you, so why are you just slashing at my head without hesitation?"

"If I don't kill him, am I going to kill you?"

"That's really unnecessary, hahaha."

Although the two were chatting idly, their hands and feet did not slacken.