No matter what attack is launched, it will be easily resolved by the opponent. The two people's attack and defense are as if they were taught by the same mother, and there is no way to tell the winner.
Countless Silver White Silk Threads shuttled through the space like swimming snakes, colliding with each other from time to time. With a tearing sound, the entangled Silver Threads slowly succumbed.
But even if "Bo Shuo" strikes first, the two of them are still inseparable.
Sweat beads slid down his forehead, and "Bo Shuo"'s breathing began to become rapid. The young man opposite was not much better, and the ups and downs of his chest were exactly the same as his.
Silver Thread collided again, and this time no one took advantage. The two broken silk threads fell softly and spread out in the void.
Even the level of fatigue is similar.
The timing, strength, and angle of each of their shots are exactly the same. It's like a left hand fighting a right hand, and the winner can never be determined.
Another round of confrontation, Silver Thread intertwined into a network, entangled with each other, and finally fell to the ground.
The steps of the two people began to be frivolous, and their movements were no longer as sharp as they were at the beginning.
"Bo Shuo"'s knees were slightly weak, and he saw the young man opposite also staggered.
As the battle continued, the speed of Silver Thread's shuttle in the void gradually slowed down and became visible to the naked eye.
The two of them retreated at the same time and gasped at the same time. The sound of breathing at the same frequency was particularly clear in the silence.
"Bo Shuo" stared at the face across from him that was exactly the same as his own, and saw the fatigue in the other person's eyes.
There was the same tiredness on his face.
Both figures realized that they could not tell the winner, and if they continued like this, they would both be exhausted.
But no one dared to stop first.
Silver Thread moved again, and its speed through the void was visibly slower. The two groups of silk threads slowly approached, slowly entangled, and finally broke together.
The battle continues until now, and there is no difference even in their embarrassed appearance.
During this stalemate, a familiar bell rang.
"Dong dong dong!"
The whole world began to darken, and a crisp click sounded.
There seems to be a layer of mirrors surrounding it in all directions to the west. They are broken, scattered, and cut into countless mirrors, projecting identical figures.
Black-haired windbreaker, deep purple eyes, this voice seemed to have lifted some seal, "Bo Shuo" felt countless eyes coming from behind him, and they were all eyes with murderous intent.
During the fight, he tilted his head slightly and saw figures exactly like him standing around one after another, like clones.
Long black hair, jet black windbreaker, and exactly the same height.
It's just that when you see their faces, you'll feel creepy because they have no facial features.
Even if they look like humans, from the first glance, you can only deeply understand that they are not humans, they are a group of monsters.
But they are not different.
"Bo Shuo" felt his heart become cold. After all, he was now one of the monsters.
223's previous words seemed to fall on his ears again.
"You look at you in the last week, but you can't see you in the next week, which is you at this time. Can you also see you in the next week in this week? What if you want to kill you in the next week too?"
It turns out that this was not a guess, but the truth.
As 223 said, system is a concept, and 223 will always be 223.
No matter who it is on, it is still 223, there is no distinction between true and false.
Of course, if they are all the same 223, it will naturally know what happened to other 223s. After all, all 223s are the same 223.
What 223 said before was not a guess, but a reminder that there were indeed different versions of himself around him, and they all wanted to kill him.
"Bo Shuo" felt his heart beating rapidly, and a quick and hoarse laugh escaped from his throat.
"So that's it, haha."
This is simply a paradox!
The sky is like a huge mirror with countless cracks on it, dividing the mirror into countless lenses.
However, there is a figure reflected under each lens, all of him, endless.
Only the only "Bo Shuo" can leave from here, so how many "Bo Shuo" are there?
No one knows, this is a fallacy and a huge joke.
Just like raising poison, everyone is killing each other here to compete for the last one "Bo Shuo".
But "Bo Shuo" can never be killed, and countless Timeline will always split into countless.
This is a Death Trap that will kill him. There is only one Clear Level way to this game.
"Self-Sacrifice?"
"Bo Shuo" restrained its offensive and suddenly felt ironic.
More and more figures appeared in this open space. Some people had understood the rules, and some were still outside the situation, but no matter what it was, they did not take action.
The hourglass cannot solve the problem. Within 24 hours, the "Bo Shuo" here will never be killed. They will only be consumed alive after the game is over. There will never be the only "Bo Shuo".