Energy bodies lacked the resilience of flesh and bone. Under impacts of equal force, the original body's fist would remain unscathed, while the Clone's fist would crack.
This was an innate flaw of energy bodies. It could not be changed, but it could be compensated for through rapid self-healing. As long as there was enough energy, the cracks would barely affect combat strength.
He took two steps back. The Clone did not pursue him, merely standing where it was and waiting for him to adjust.
"Again," Xue Lingyun said.
This time, he did not hold back.
The original body charged forward, his right fist aimed directly at the Clone's face.
The Clone twisted aside to evade while sweeping its left elbow across.
Xue Lingyun ducked under it and swept his right leg at the Clone's lower body.
The Clone leaped up, turned in midair, and kicked at the original body's chest.
Xue Lingyun crossed his arms to block, but the kick drove him back three steps.
The Clone landed and stood there, its posture steady and its energy abundant, like a machine that never stopped.
Xue Lingyun shook out his numb arms, the corner of his mouth curling slightly.
Its strength and speed could keep up.
Though it was a little fragile, cracks healed as soon as they appeared, and it never grew tired.
It could be used in actual combat.
He began testing more of its traits.
The original body accelerated into a sprint, and the Clone accelerated in sync.
The original body's speed rose to its limit, and so did the Clone's.
Two figures crossed and collided in the Cultivation Room, fists and feet crashing together with dense, muffled sounds.
The Clone's fist struck the ice wall, blasting shallow pits into it one after another. The original body's