Side Story: A Turning Point I

The cold blade grazed Clinton's forehead, leaving a shallow wound from which a trace of crimson blood seeped.

When fighting against an opponent who knows your moves inside and out, you'll still be subject to many limitations, no matter what. Even though the opponent is another version of yourself, in the midst of the battle, the opponent can make the most rational judgments without being affected by emotions, while you, in the constant exchange, inevitably have distracting thoughts. This is the biggest difference between them.

Fortunately, he had Pass by his side to assist him, which prevented him from being forced into a disadvantageous position. The two sides continued to exchange blows for a long time without a clear winner.

After a brief exchange, the two were once again locked in a Copy with the clone before them, and Pass was starting to lose his temper.

He knew that his opponent was Copy of Clinton, and that his personality was exactly the same as the original.

If we don't reveal any weaknesses on our side, the other side certainly won't resort to any impulsive measures.

In order to quickly eliminate the enemy in front of him, he has to sacrifice some health.

"Captain, seize the opportunity!"

"Hello!"

Without waiting for Clinton's reply, he kicked the ground and flew towards the Copy not far away, shouting his attack.

If Clinton were given the choice in this situation, he would probably take on the dangerous dirty work without hesitation and be willing to expose this weakness. However, Pass must ensure that his team's top combat strength is in good condition. If something happens to the captain and the team is rendered useless, then he, as a team member, would have no reason to exist.

He bent down and slashed across the Copy's waist.

Launching an attack from this angle is extremely tricky, forcing the opponent to divert more attention to themselves. While this may indeed create more potential openings for Clinton, it also puts them in a dangerous situation.

If the other party really focuses all their attention on me, then I probably won't be able to hold out for long.

A gust of wind shattered space, unexpectedly brushing past Pass's ear.

The attack came very quickly. He originally thought he could take the initiative, but the difference in speed put him in a passive position instead.

Should we move away?

In that instant, the thought crossed his mind: to be honest, with his reaction speed, he could have easily dodged the attack, but if he did that, and dodged it, he would inevitably widen the distance between himself and his opponent again.

From the beginning until now, the Copy has kept himself and Clinton in a relatively balanced position. Now, if he wants to break this deadlock, he absolutely cannot back down at this moment.

The sound of flesh tearing was short and sharp, yet so clear to Pass.

The opponent's sword was so fast that it only took a fraction of a second to cut off his ear. His brain hadn't even received the pain yet, but he didn't stop. Instead, he became even more ferocious and charged straight at the Copy.

Anyone would be moved by the reckless fighting style of the person in front of him, but the Copy was, after all, just a product of magic. It did not react to Pass's fearless actions. What truly pleased Pass was that the Copy finally had to focus all its attention on him.

Because at this moment, he was almost five steps away from his opponent in a head-on confrontation. This was practically the final moment of the fight, and his opponent had no choice but to do the same, unable to spare any attention for anything else.

"Using only one ear, it was worth it!"

As Pass thought to himself, he swung his axe with all his might, and the Copy had no other moves. Facing the madman whose face was half covered in his own blood as he charged forward, Pas had no choice but to raise his sword to parry. It was in this moment of being out of position that Clinton, who had been watching from behind, seized the opportunity and lunged forward, attacking from the Copy's blind spot and cleanly decapitating him.

To ensure the opponent was completely unable to retaliate, they thoughtfully disposed of all four of his limbs. Only after the opponent had completely dissipated into Mana Particles did they feel at ease.

He sheathed his weapon and turned to look at Pass. Clinton was also quite worried about this teammate who had taken a dangerous action without consulting him.

But when he thought of Wallace's already cold body lying not far away, he immediately lost all thought of blaming the other person.

Although he always told himself he was prepared for the worst when he chose to become an adventurer, Clinton would still feel a pang of indescribable heartache when he saw his companions or fellow adventurers fall one by one in the past.

"Please, don't act recklessly like this again. We should fight slowly and patiently... We absolutely cannot allow any more casualties..."

"It's no big deal, Captain! I'm perfectly fine!"

Sensing Clinton's concern for him, Pass replied somewhat embarrassedly.

I never imagined I'd be cared for by someone younger than me...

"Let's go, let's go help Galan."

Just now, in order to prevent the battle from affecting both sides, Galan lured his Copy to a relatively far place, and his entire figure disappeared into the Dense Fog. However, Clinton still had a general idea of where he was going. He should be able to meet his opponent as long as they went in this direction, if they didn't cause too much of a commotion.

"Um... Captain! You... behind you!"

Actually, Pass didn't need to remind himself with a terrified expression; he had sensed something was wrong the moment he turned around.

When he turned around and saw what was emerging from the Dense Fog, his heart seemed to stop for a moment.

Emerging from the fog was yet another Copy of Pass.

What happened?

Weren't Pass's Copy destroyed by the two of them at the very beginning?

How could there still be?

Sweat mixed with tiny streaks of blood slid down their faces. At this moment, Pass and Clinton finally understood why so many elite adventurers had died inside before.

It wasn't just because of the Dense Fog that restricted [Mana Detection] and everyone's vision, but also because the Water Mirror Demon had copied them more than once.

Even if you manage to eliminate your own Copy the first time, what about the second and third time?

After repeated attrition, facing a version of oneself that is almost at full strength, one will inevitably feel despair and lose the will to fight. Even though the Water Mirror Demon itself is vulnerable, its abilities are truly terrifying!