"Come and fight!"
Nodding, the red shadow gripped Gungnir in one hand and, without the slightest hesitation, hurled the spear in his hand—a weapon called a divine spear, yet more like a demonic one. A streak of red light flashed in Jiu Ming's eyes, like a meteor streaking across the sky.
The instant he saw that streak, Jiu Ming swiftly shifted his body. The spearpoint grazed past his cheek, leaving a faint cut on his face.
After flying past Jiu Ming, the red streak strangely took a turn and pierced straight through his back...
"Cough?" Reaching out to grasp the spear that had passed through his chest, Jiu Ming looked doubtfully at the ominous crimson spear in his hand. How did it turn... A guaranteed hit? A guaranteed hit!?
"This is cheating!" Watching the spear caught in his hand turn into red fragments of light and vanish, Jiu Ming let out a long breath after the wound through his chest healed.
How the hell was this remotely fair! Give me one of those things too, then we can talk!
After Gungnir returned, the red shadow swung his arm and assumed a throwing stance once more... Hm? Bring it on!
Staring intently at the red shadow, Jiu Ming vanished from where he stood the instant it released the divine spear. In its rapid flight, the spear seemed to become a bolt of lightning capable of turning, making a stiff right-angle turn as it shot at the red shadow himself.
Of course, it was not targeting him, but Jiu Ming, who had suddenly appeared before him.
How did it feel to fight yourself?
At first, Jiu Ming had thought this would be a battle of endurance, but the instant they clashed, he changed his mind. Why would fighting himself be a battle