Nosebleed sprayed everywhere.
Shafeng reflexively swung Spiral Fang in a backhand slash, carving a bone-deep wound across the chest of the "Shafeng" behind him.
That "Shafeng's" expression changed drastically. Clutching the bloody wound on his chest, he pointed at Shafeng and cursed, "You fool, I am you! If you wounded me, didn't you wound yourself? How could you be so ruthless? Are you even going to slaughter yourself?"
"No, you are you, and I am me! You are absolutely not me!" Before Shafeng had finished speaking, blood burst from his chest, and an equally bone-deep wound appeared on his body.
"Hahaha, I like this kind of self-mutilation!" The "Shafeng" who had crawled out of the ground also bore a wound across his chest, blood streaming down as he threw back his head and laughed wildly.
"This is impossible. I am me. You are not me, not..." Only now did Shafeng discover that his breastbone, heart, jaw, and skull had all suffered injuries—the exact same injuries he had inflicted upon his enemies earlier. Could it be that he had really struck himself just now? But he was clearly only one person, so how could there be three of him? Where had these other two clones come from? And how could something this bizarre be possible? Strike a clone, and the original body was injured too—could that be possible?
"Since we are going to mutilate ourselves, what are we waiting for!"
The two "Shafengs" raised their Spiral Fangs and began wildly stabbing and slashing at themselves.
Shafeng felt a wave of pain course through his body.
He hurriedly rushed forward, sending the two clones flying with heavy punches before snatching away their Spiral Fangs... There were three Spiral Fangs in total. How was that possible? There was only one Spiral Fang in