Saber flashes collided without a shred of ornamentation, and the ring of blades merged into one. With every clash, both Lu Ye and the human figure formed from the statue shuddered violently, Spiritual Power surging around them.
After only a brief exchange, Lu Ye confirmed one thing: this opponent was another him. Not only did he possess the exact same face and saber, even his strength and fighting style were identical to Lu Ye's.
Was this the test of that opportunity?
If so, then to obtain that opportunity, he first had to pass this test. In other words, he had to deal with another version of himself!
Lu Ye had never encountered anything so bizarre before, and for a moment, he found it rather novel.
But then the problem arose: how could a person rely on his own strength to defeat another himself?
Countless thoughts flashed through his mind like lightning. Lu Ye steadied himself, his gaze firm as ice. No matter how much the figure before him resembled him, it was ultimately only a resemblance. It was not truly him.
This was very likely an extraordinarily brilliant illusion, so brilliant that even with his discernment, he could not see a single flaw.
Strength crashed against strength, saber rang against saber, and the battle went on without end. In this instant, the danger of a contest between Weapon Cultivators was displayed to the fullest. With every exchange, both sides danced along the edge of life and death. It was something Lu Ye could never experience when fighting any other enemy.
Until now, even when he had encountered opponents equal to him in strength, none could possibly share his exact fighting style. Thus, such a scene had never arisen.
Yet this battle was a true deadlock. Moreover, both sides radiated an