Jiang Feng had never expected that the trial of the second stage would be facing "himself."
"Hello, me." The reflection spoke with a trace of wickedness.
In his confusion, Jiang Feng frantically asked:
"Who are you?"
The moment he asked that question, Jiang Feng immediately felt that it was idiotic enough.
Sure enough, the reflection opposite him burst into laughter. "I'm you."
Jiang Feng knew the reflection would definitely answer that way.
Forcing himself to calm down, Jiang Feng asked again:
"So, the trial of this second stage is to fight myself?"
The reflection gave a sinister chuckle. "Looks like I really am smart."
"That's right. What you need to do is kill me."
"However, killing someone else may be easy for anyone, but killing oneself is absolutely not easy."
"Besides, this reflection of mine can bring every bit of your power to its utmost limit!"
As soon as the reflection said this, he clasped the five fingers of his right hand together, and Hundred Pleats—the weapon forged by Jiang Feng himself—actually appeared in his hand as well. What was more, Seven-Star Heartflame also sprang up along Hundred Pleats.
Before Jiang Feng could express his astonishment, the reflection raised his left hand, and a flaming shield hovered at his side.
Jiang Feng instantly understood. This reflection before him possessed all of his power!
"Since you refuse to make a move, then I won't stand on ceremony." As the reflection spoke, divine power erupted beneath his feet. His body shot forward at incredible speed, charging straight at Jiang Feng. He raised Hundred Pleats, and in the blink of an eye, the spear light was already right before him.
Weren't these methods Jiang Feng's usual tactics?
Yet Jiang Feng could clearly sense that, in the reflection's hands, these techniques seemed to be