Inside the dilapidated manor's main building, the battle was entirely one-sided.
Bang!
Swept up by a gale, "Chongyun" fell from the second-floor staircase, smashing through the railing and gouging two deep tracks across the floor before finally stopping with a dull thud.
Lin Ze walked down at an unhurried pace, the tip of his sword aimed straight at his opponent's throat.
"Give up."
His voice was low and cold.
"Heh, impostor. Don't you even have the courage to show your true face?"
At Lin Ze's words, "Chongyun" slowly raised his head. His face rapidly changed, revealing the features of a middle-aged man.
"That's fake."
Lin Ze spoke casually.
"Chongyun's" expression abruptly stiffened, as though he wanted to argue.
But before he could speak, Lin Ze slit his throat with a single stroke.
Bright red blood spilled from the wound, soaking "Chongyun's" clothes.
He stared at Lin Ze, the corners of his mouth trembling slightly. He seemed to want to speak, but no words came out.
Within a few breaths, the man stopped moving. His vicious eyes were filled with boundless resentment and defiance.
Lin Ze looked down at the man lying in a pool of blood, his eyes full of mockery.
"Tsk. Still putting on an act? What's the point?"
As he spoke, the face of the man who had just "died" twitched and changed again, taking on the appearance of a little girl.
The little girl's pupils dilated as the figure stared fixedly at Lin Ze.
"You're really that perceptive?"
Lin Ze remained silent.
In truth, he hadn't noticed anything when he first encountered the fake Chongyun. But when the fake Chongyun tried that dirty kick, he had felt extraordinarily angry.
The more Lin Ze interacted with the characters, the more he felt they were real, flesh-and-blood people. When