The sharp daggers interweave a fine silver net in Gray Mist. The crisp sound of metal collision was particularly harsh in the dead silence, and the splashing sparks flickered like fireflies, illuminating two equally pale faces. Li Wen's breathing gradually became heavier. She could clearly feel that every block and thrust of the opponent were precisely predicting her own movements, as if she was fighting a pointless fight with her reflection in the mirror.
Emerald Star Cloak made a hunting sound while moving rapidly. Li Wen suddenly ducked down to avoid the horizontal slash, and took the opportunity to stab the opponent's ribs with the dagger. But the other "Li Wen" seemed to have expected it. When he spun around, his cloak raised up to block his sight. The sole of his boot kicked her wrist accurately, and Crow Feather Dagger flew out.
"Too slow."
The moment the dagger was released, Li Wen instinctively leaned back, and the cold light from Gray Mist almost grazed her throat. She staggered back, the heels of her boots crushing the ashes condensed on the ground, her throat The blood oozing out from the space left dark traces on Emerald Star Cloak. The "self" on the opposite side did not pursue him, but turned the stolen dagger over on his fingertips, with silent indifference floating in his dark pupils.
"Is that all you have?" "Li Wen" in Gray Mist tilted her head, and the curvature of her hair was exactly the same as hers. "It seems that whether it is strength or speed, he is worse than me in all aspects."
A familiar radiance clung to the dagger, and the arc of light drew out, outlining a cold trajectory in Gray Mist.
Li Wen almost dodged by the arc light, but the next moment another shot of Spell-less Arc Light flew over. This time she was not so lucky. The hot and sharp arc light grazed her shoulder, leaving a huge bone-breaking wound.
The same weapons, the same moves, the same fighting style. This should have been an inseparable battle. However, the slight difference in physical fitness is fully reflected at this moment. Even in just a few rounds, this gap is enough to lead to the outcome of the battle.
There was no way to go on like this. We had to find ways to get the weapon back. Li Wen's eyes tightened and he rushed forward.
Prayer Incantation!
The two of them completed their prayers at the same time, as if they were connected. A light golden shield opened in front of them. The moment the two shields collided, fine cracks exploded in Gray Mist. Li Wen suddenly withdrew its defense, allowing fragments of the opponent's shield to scratch its cheeks. He took out half a Saint's Fat candle from his waist with his left hand.
Devotion to Light and Fire!
The moment the candlelight licked his fingertips, the flames shot up into the sky, and the violent power brought by burning life surged through his blood vessels. Li Wen's already lagging physical fitness improved rapidly at this time. She nimbly dodged the opponent's attack, raised her hand and smashed the shield into pieces with one punch, and then kicked the opponent's abdomen with the sole of her boot, causing the feeling of broken bones to be felt along her ankles.
This set of combos was completed almost at the same time, so that the opponent was kicked away before he could even react.
"That's why I only use one weapon." Li Wen said indifferently, leaning down to pick up the Crow Feather Dagger that the other party left behind.
Although I don't know if it's my own, but I can use it at this time.
The "Li Wen" on the opposite side quickly got up. The other person wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes became sharp.
"Can you even do this?" She murmured, and also took out a candle, Ignite herself, "That's fair."
The candle flames swayed in Gray Mist, and two burning figures intertwined in the thick fog. The flames licked their skin, and life turned into violent power in the sacrifice.
Li Wen could feel his blood boiling and every inch of his muscles tensed to the limit. The same was true for "himself" opposite. They knew each other so well that every move seemed to have been rehearsed thousands of times, and the sparks from the collision of the blades were particularly dazzling in the darkness.
"You can't win." The opponent said coldly, and the dagger drew an arc, forcing Li Wen to stumble back. "Even though the moves are the same and the style is the same, my physical fitness is always better than yours. This will determine the victory."
Li Wen didn't answer, just stared at the other party's movements. She knew that she had to find a flaw, any tiny flaw.
Suddenly, she noticed that when the other party was moving quickly, the sight of the left eye would always be half a beat slower. This was an extremely small difference. If it weren't for herself, she might not have noticed it at all - it was the flaw left by the gift she had received at the expense of her left eye when she first started the game. Although the eyeball was still in the socket, she had long lost the ability to see.
"I see..." Li Wen couldn't help but feel something in her heart, and her offensive suddenly changed. She no longer pursued frontal suppression, but began to deliberately guide the rhythm of the battle, forcing the opponent to constantly adjust her position. Every time she dodged, she deliberately moved to the left, using the blind spot of the opponent's left eye to create a brief hesitation.
The "Li Wen" opposite didn't react slowly and quickly noticed something strange, but it was too late.
Li Wen suddenly made a feint, flicking the dagger, then lowered her body suddenly and rushed from the left. The opponent subconsciously dodged to the right, but it was exactly what she wanted. Li Wen had already predicted her move, and the dagger stabbed out like a poisonous snake, accurately penetrating the opponent's throat.
Blood spurted out, and "Li Wen" in Gray Mist opened her eyes wide, as if she couldn't believe that she would be defeated in this way. Her lips wriggled a few times, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she just fell to the ground.
The victorious Li Wen gasped and looked at "herself" lying on the ground. Unfortunately, until the end of the battle, she did not understand what kind of existence the other party was. Was it herself from another timeline, or was it simply a fake created by Gray Mist...
However, before she could calm down her breathing, a sudden change occurred.
The opponent's body was suddenly covered in light, and then dissipated one by one like bubbles. This familiar way of disappearing made Li Wen's pupils tighten.
That should be the dissipation effect that only occurs when the player dies.
"How is this possible?" Li Wen froze in place. The dagger slipped from her fingers and hit the ground with a crisp sound. She looked down at her palm, where there was still warm blood, but the dead "Li Wen" disappeared as if it had never existed.
She subconsciously touched her left eye. There was indeed no ability to see here... But was it really the case? Obviously, in the previous battle, the opponent's performance fully met this condition.
"If this guy is the player and Li Wen himself... then who am I?" She murmured to herself, her voice sounding particularly hollow among Gray Mist.
A replica? A memory? A lingering shadow?
If you want to verify it, there is only one way. Li Wen looked at the blood-stained dagger at his feet, his heart skipped a beat, he grabbed the dagger and stabbed it into his neck decisively.
Blood spattered, dyeing Gray Mist red. Li Wen, who was fatally injured, collapsed weakly on the ground. Her vision gradually blurred, and the sound of blood dripping came from her ears. She could clearly feel that life was passing away with the wound on her neck, and Gray Mist was rendered into chaotic color blocks on her retina.
But the expected rebirth did not come, only Gray Mist swept over again, gently covering her gradually cold body, and began to eat away at the blood flowing on the ground like a hungry living creature.
So that's it... At the last moment of her life, a bright light suddenly flashed in her cloudy pupils, and then completely dimmed.