Although Duan Yi and the others felt that Nie Yun 1 was most likely genuine, they did not blindly confirm it. Instead, they turned to look at Nie Yun 2.
With two Nie Yuns appearing at once and so many identical traits laid bare, even they did not dare make a decisive judgment.
"Who exactly are you? Why can you even use the Moon-Pity Sword?"
Nie Yun 2's eyes were like ice. His fists clenched, and his whole body trembled without stop. "The Moon-Pity Sword gathers my love and longing for my wife into a sword technique. Who are you? Where did you learn these sword arts?"
The Moon-Pity Sword was a sword technique Nie Yun had created out of his tender love for Tantai Lingyue. From its first stance onward, every move, though decisive and brimming with killing intent, contained his love for his wife. This sword art was an exclusive secret; others could still learn it if they wished. The reason it was never passed on was that it carried the feelings between the two of them. For anyone else to learn it would be tantamount to defiling Tantai Lingyue.
"I created this sword art out of my longing for Tantai Lingyue. It is one of a kind—why would I need to learn it?" Nie Yun 1 looked over with disdain and sneered coldly.
"Though I do not know where you stole this sword art from, or why your Disguise was so perfect that even Duan Yi and the others could not see through it... if we truly want to settle this now, we can only rely on strength and methods!"
Nie Yun 2 said no more. He drew a deep breath, let out a dragon-like roar, and slowly pulled out a long sword.
"You want to fight