Rumble—
With another person joining in.
The great momentum that had originally formed mutual horns was shattered in an instant!
One against two; both were brought down within three breaths.
"Ah, ah, ah. Feigning weakness, keeping your trump cards hidden—just as expected of you. I can't learn it, can't learn it."
The Gentle Youth was still smiling. If one ignored the bloody state all over his body and the fact that he had lost an arm and a leg, one might have thought him some elegant gentleman, chatting and laughing merrily with others.
The Reckless Brute was in even worse shape. Other than his mouth still being able to speak, he was little different from a corpse lying on the ground.
"I lost. Kill me." The Reckless Brute was as cold and unyielding as a wolf, without the slightest wavering in his icy eyes.
After saying that, he spoke no more. Lu Qing was in no hurry to act. Instead, he looked toward his second self.
The Gentle Youth smiled with narrowed eyes, looking every bit the pure and wholesome young man. "To cultivate and gain experience in the cultivation world, one must be ruthless yet kind-faced and black-hearted to attain Longevity and roam free upon the Immortal Path."
He looked at Lu Qing. This place had been formed by their minds, so the injuries were real enough.
Yet he did not care in the least. Sitting there on the ground, his expression remained calm. "Seeing the True Self like this, I know you are still the you from before. I had been worried that you had grown too used to farming, that you had worn that gentle and amiable mask for too long. I was truly afraid you had developed some unnecessary kindness."
The Gentle Youth smiled as he