"Dimensional Sword? I've never used it before. How do you know it?" Sword Pride asked in astonishment.
The Black-Clothed Fake Sword Pride smiled faintly. "I know everything you know. Everything you can think of, I can think of too!"
Zhong Shijiu's expression turned ugly. "How is that possible? The Identical Beast still has to see the other party's moves before it can use them. Within the Spirit Focusing Great Array, can this Fake Sword Pride use moves Sword Pride has never used? And they're still Sword Pride's moves? How could such an array possibly exist in this world?"
It was not only Zhong Shijiu. Nearly everyone wore an astonished expression.
The 'self' opposite them seemed to understand everything about them. How were they supposed to fight this?
Zhong Shan's eyes narrowed. Ying and Lan both looked solemn as well, with wisps of golden aura swirling around them and sealing off the inside from the outside.
Sword Pride's right arm—the one holding his sword—was injured. He stared at the distant Black-Clothed Fake Sword Pride. The solemnity on his face gradually faded, replaced by a trace of excited laughter.
"Has Sword Pride gone crazy? He can still laugh at a time like this?" Fat Bro said strangely.
Sword Pride glanced at Fat Bro behind him. Since Zhong Shan had invited the two of them, Sword Pride did not look down on them. Instead, he smiled and said, "No. I've finally found what I wanted. I've kept breaking through, but it's been difficult to see myself clearly. The person before me is me. Fighting others is my wish; fighting myself is my desire. Don't interfere. I'll do it myself!"
As he spoke, Sword Pride shifted the Green Edge Longsword into his left hand.
"You're using your left hand? Heh, is your left hand