Justice

Mount Akina Speed was completely dumbfounded.

He never got a share of the good things, yet all the blame landed on him? "This is too hard for me." Mount Akina Speed felt utterly miserable. Why was it always the most handsome guy getting beaten up, while those ugly, bizarre creatures with legs running everywhere were having the time of their lives?

Those creatures all over the place dreaming before had probably been "gestating," the prelude to dreaming—constantly psychologically suggesting to themselves that they were Di Qi, imitating his behavioral logic, movements, cultivation techniques, and even his talent!

Dreams were the most unbelievable thing. In dreams, one could unleash one's deepest potential and accomplish things unimaginable while awake. Like dreaming of being Di Qi right now—he had actually gained Di Qi's talent for learning!

"There is actually such a bizarre martial arts school?" Di Qi took a deep breath.

Boom! The battle erupted completely.

The opponent's attacks came pouring down like a storm, forcing Di Qi to meet them head-on.

In his daze, he felt as though he were fighting himself, fully aware of his own weaknesses and techniques.

Both sides struck fiercely at the other's flaws, restraining one another.

"No, he is becoming more and more like me."

Di Qi's expression turned completely solemn.

"This person's combat strength is not particularly high. He has no intention of killing me; he is purely here to disgust me. He wants to keep learning and extracting information. I cannot keep tangling with him."

Di Qi felt an indescribable sense of humiliation.

It was not that he could not kill the other party, but that he could not do so!

No matter how much the opponent imitated him, becoming another version of him and possessing the corresponding talent, he was still only a quarter-strength