Lu Hao and the mirror image opposite him began trading blows. Here, he could feel his Vital Blood replenish instantly whenever he expended any, so he did not have to worry about running out at all.
He did not feel hungry, either, and his mental power never depleted. This place was practically paradise for practicing combat techniques and honing his fighting skills. The mirror image enjoyed the same benefits, however. With only a slight edge, Lu Hao could only build his advantage little by little. Injuries did not heal here, and the pain remained.
An hour later, Lu Hao lay on the blood-colored ground, with the dead mirror image opposite him. He felt completely wrung out.
Although his Vital Blood was still full, that hour of high-intensity combat had left him utterly exhausted.
Lu Hao's body was in bad shape, too, covered in wounds from the mirror image's attacks. In reality, however, he was perfectly fine. Only his mental power was here, and his injuries were merely an illusion affecting it.
Defeating a duplicate of himself was incredibly difficult. Fortunately, over the past hour of combat, Lu Hao had fully brought the small amount of Vital Blood gained from his breakthrough under control.
If his current control over his Vital Blood were expressed as a percentage, it had returned to its pre-breakthrough level, around 35%.
Lu Hao brought up the panel, wanting to see what a 60% mirror image was like.
The instant the mirror image appeared, he slashed at Lu Hao.
Lu Hao met the attack with a slash of his own, but the difference was obvious. His blade light reached roughly twenty meters, while the mirror image's reached forty.
Lu Hao's explosive output was only a little over 500 cal, while the mirror image's was already close to