"Excellent! Thank you." Yu Lian stared at Feifei's smiling face. Only when the light blade she had extended was about to set his every hair on end did he suddenly burst into action, striking first despite moving second.
Needless to say, the only things they stabbed were each other's afterimages.
Their true forms reappeared three meters away from where they had clashed. Their light blades collided again, like two comets crashing into each other.
"Everything is within our predictions," Feifei said. "I'm you. Don't you understand?"
"Is that so?" Yu Lian replied with a laugh.
That sounded strangely familiar. Yu Lian and Feifei both fell into thought at the same time. But even as they pondered, neither let up on their attacks.
And so, when the dazzling light and energy of their collision burst forth, the trembling of gravity dragged the radiance and shock waves apart until they could no longer form stable waves.
In frozen space, two nearly identical figures twisted and wheeled around each other. Their golden blades of morning light clashed hundreds of times in an instant, and every collision rang like a silent thunderclap.
The surging energy remained a super-frequency phenomenon invisible to the naked eye, but tangible tides of power roiled around the two, clouds rising and falling. Unrestrained energy pulses kept pouring out in every direction.
This level of energy ripples might spell inexplicable catastrophe for the flowers and grass around them, but they seemed to have no effect whatsoever on Yu Lian or his enemy.
Though he had knocked off the other person's mask, revealing Feifei's appearance, their battle still resembled a spar between two perfectly coordinated partners—or, rather, a fight with his own reflection.
No matter how they reacted, whether they attacked like raging waves, tore at the heavens with sweeping blows,