I give up.
After Demon Sword Maniac said those words, another voice rang out nearby.
"Giving up before even crossing swords—wouldn't that be such a waste?"
The one who said this was not Piercing the Nine Heavens with Cold!
Demon Sword Maniac and Piercing the Nine Heavens with Cold were both shocked. They looked toward the source of the voice and witnessed a horrifying sight.
Fan Lang stood nearby with a smiling face, having appeared without anyone noticing. No one knew when he had arrived.
Almost at the same instant, the two demonic swordsmen reacted violently, both drawing their swords and raising every nerve to the highest alert. If they could sweat like mortals, they would have been drenched in cold sweat by now.
The Fan Lang before them was exactly the same as the Fan Lang atop the Demon Spirit Skeleton Car. Clearly, this was another clone created through that synchronized displacement ability.
Fan Lang maintained his brilliant smile and said, "I'm terribly sorry, but I heard everything you just said. Since you're already here, how could you quit halfway? You wanted to witness my swordsmanship, so I'll satisfy you. It's not really such a big deal."
The two demonic swordsmen were incredibly tense. They exchanged glances and thoughts, neither answering immediately. The fact that Fan Lang could make them this nervous showed just how great the pressure he exerted upon them was.
"He wants to fight us. What do we do?" Piercing the Nine Heavens with Cold asked.
"The one in front of us doesn't seem to be his true body. The one on the carriage is," Demon Sword Maniac said.
"If a single clone scares us away, we'd be letting down the title of the Three Great Swordsmen of the Demonic Path."
"Even if we want to