No matter the intent contained within the sword momentum or that violet-gold Sword Qi, both were incomparably familiar!
Chen Fan stepped forward with his movement technique and easily dodged the strike. He knew that his mirror image had appeared, using the sword art he knew best to assassinate him.
The same sword dao, the same methods of attack—Chen Fan understood himself very well, and thus understood the mirror image just as well.
He turned, his sharp sword becoming a streak of light, a long rainbow. He suddenly struck back, and a vast stream of violet-gold Sword Qi likewise surged from his blade, clashing head-on with the mirror image!
Clang!
The tips of the two swords met, sending out crisp, trembling metallic rings. Chen Fan and the mirror image both shuddered at the web between thumb and forefinger and were each forced several steps back. Their movements were identical; there was simply no telling which was real and which was false!
That slight exchange made Chen Fan's expression turn grave. This mirror image truly possessed strength equal to his own. In other words, unless he found his own weakness, he would have no way to defeat it!
Yet for many years, he had always insisted on consolidating his foundations, accumulating progress bit by bit and letting everything fall into place naturally. He had even spent two years in seclusion, recultivating his intent. He had mended every flaw until it was perfect. And now, it seemed, he had become flawless and invulnerable!
"Identical intent, identical cultivation, identical habits. Even figures as powerful as the masters of the Immortal Palace have been unable to defeat their own mirror images for tens of thousands of years. The difference lies in the fact that the true body will eventually be exhausted, while the mirror image