"That's impossible!" Ning Chuan simply could not accept it.
In their last clash, his opponent had been able to use every Precious Technique he possessed, like another version of himself. He had always suspected that this was because his opponent could copy his Precious Techniques, not that it really was another him.
After all, the ability to imitate an opponent's moves would naturally explain many things. In that case, his opponent's so-called fishing theory amounted to nothing more than flapping his lips and spinning a yarn over a plate of peanuts.
Ning Chuan felt that, in his opponent's place, once he possessed the power to copy all of someone's Precious Techniques, he could devise a dozen versions of that spiel to shake their resolve.
The only reason he had said so much earlier was that, after becoming certain he could defeat the uncanny being, he felt he had grasped the pattern governing the strength of its attacks to some extent and had tried to guess its purpose.
He had some confidence that his opponent was merely trying to fool him with words, and that no such supreme existence actually existed.
Otherwise, what would be the point of revealing something like that? Apart from frightening him, it would accomplish nothing and would put him on his guard in advance-unless his opponent really was so powerful that it did not care about any resistance or schemes he might devise as he gradually grew stronger.
So he had been probing his opponent, using his guesses to sound it out.
At first, when his opponent fell silent, he had felt he had gained something. Now, however, his mood was anything but good.
His opponent's strength far exceeded his expectations. Last time, it had only managed a draw by copying him, but this time, it