The wheel of fortune turns.
The "Fake Jiang Qiao," which had seized the initiative, once again fell into a passive position.
Moreover.
This time, it was even more dangerous.
It continuously switched between several methods, trying to break out. But faced with that terrifying gravitational force, it could only delay the inevitable and was unable to escape its restraints!
"So that's how it is."
Yang Ling suddenly laughed.
"Replicants."
"They can't perfectly replicate everything after all."
"I don't know about the other methods, but there's a problem with your Art of Talismans. You're not proficient in it."
"Your Thunder Art is incomplete too."
"We've been fighting for so long, yet you still haven't transformed into a Thunder Spirit."
"You have many methods."
"Used in coordination, they're extremely threatening."
"But unfortunately."
"You lack specialization."
"Early on, you can catch your opponents off guard. You even managed to turn the tables on me in an instant."
"But..."
"You have no way to deliver the decisive blow."
"You're formidable in ordinary combat, and it's easy for you to gain the upper hand."
"But in a fight to the death."
"Without a killing move, you can only keep entangling your opponent and defeat them through repeated, grinding exchanges."
After fighting this long.
Yang Ling had indeed been confused at times, and astonished at others.
That was because the Supernatural Means displayed by the "Fake Jiang Qiao" were simply too numerous—so numerous that he had never imagined one person could possess so many completely different rules!
Within the Daoist sects.
The Thunder Art could also contain rules.
But all those rules ultimately served as supplements to the Thunder Art and would be unleashed through it.
Of course.
There were exceptions.
For example... Jiang Qiao!
Yang Ling discovered
that the rules Jiang Qiao had incorporated into