A Hair's Breadth

With only seven minutes left, everyone's anxiety slowly mounted as they began another round of brainstorming.

"Fake is fake, after all. The mirror can copy memories, personality, and strength, but there's one thing it can't copy!" Zhao Chenghuang said. "That's potential and talent. They're hidden attributes everyone possesses, only emerging under certain circumstances—like a life-or-death crisis."

The crown prince of the Taiyi Sect raised his chin and looked at the other him beside him. "Let's fight. Whoever survives is the original."

The other Zhao Chenghuang looked even colder, his gaze even more disdainful. "That was exactly what I was thinking."

Red Chicken Bro was delighted. "We should've done that long ago. A fight can settle anything."

The two Red Chicken Bros swung their single arms and were about to start fighting. When it came to combat, Fire Masters never yielded to anyone. Even the Bewitching Demon, known as the "Ancient War God," was not as battle-hungry as a Fire Master.

"There isn't enough time!" Guan Ya stopped the two Red Chicken Bros, her mind racing. "Is there any quick and effective way to trigger potential and test talent?"

Zhao Chenghuang's suggestion would not work, but the core logic behind it was correct.

"With skills and items sealed, fighting really is the best method," Zhang Yuanqing commented with a shake of his head before falling silent and concentrating on his thoughts.

Sun Miaomiao cried, "I have resentful spirits inside me. My duplicate definitely doesn't."

As soon as she spoke, the other Sun Miaomiao beside her opened her mouth and expelled a stream of Lunar Moon energy, which transformed into resentful spirits one after another.

The first Sun Miaomiao's expression suddenly froze. She could only silently release her Spirit Servant to prove her innocence.

"This room can copy even us. Why do