Clone Legion

As time passed, Genesis's stamina was depleted more and more severely.

His once-agile figure now seemed heavy and sluggish. Every swing of his sword appeared to drain all the strength from his body. He gripped the Red Sword tightly, sweat and blood mingling as they soaked through his clothes.

Meanwhile, the clone opposite him was like a tireless killing machine. Its attacks grew increasingly fierce, every slash carrying sharp sword energy that struck fear into the heart.

Its gaze was cold and unwavering, as though it possessed no emotions at all—only an obsession with and desire for battle.

Genesis knew he could not fall down like this. Gritting his teeth, he held on, doing everything he could to fend off the clone's attacks.

However, the clone was far stronger than he was. He could only barely hold on and had no way to turn the tide of battle.

At that moment, a sharp pain shot through Genesis's chest.

He looked down and saw a deep wound slashed across his clothes. Blood streamed from it, staining his palm red.

A wave of dizziness washed over him, and it felt as though all the strength had been drained from his body in an instant.

"Damn it!"

Genesis roared and swung the Red Sword at the clone with all his strength.

Yet the clone seemed able to predict his movements. It easily evaded his attack, then countered with a slash across his shoulder.

Genesis felt an immense force strike him, and his entire body was sent flying.

He tumbled through the air, and the instant he hit the ground, he was left utterly disoriented. His vision blurred, and waves of roaring filled his ears, as though the whole world were spinning.

He struggled to his feet, using the Red Sword to support his