jdhmnovel Chapter 319 Mirror Image Mystery
Chapter 319 Mirror Image Mystery
At the same time, the intense heat that had enveloped the surroundings subsided somewhat, and the range of the flame domain also shrank slightly. Lin Ye slowly withdrew his spear, coldly sweeping his gaze over the remaining fire wolves, his eyes gleaming with fighting spirit.
"Come again!"
The battle was far from over. Lin Ye knew that he needed to fight to sustain himself, and only by constantly pushing his limits could he have a chance to pass the true core trial. He was covered in wounds, but every drop of blood scattered in the fiery domain became a testament to his indomitable will!
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Meanwhile, in another unknown space, Mo Ming slowly stepped onto the area around the giant cauldron.
The colossal cauldron was desolate and mysterious, its surface covered with intricate and ancient patterns, exuding an indescribable sense of oppression in the dim light. Standing before it, Mo Ming felt a subtle tug at the depths of his soul, as if some unknown power within the cauldron was calling to him.
"The second trial: Soul sacrifice."
That familiar, deep voice rang out again, and a faint blue light emanated from the giant cauldron. The majesty and murderous intent conveyed in the voice made Mo Ming involuntarily tighten his grip on the Demon-Suppressing Sword.
He didn't know what "soul sacrifice" really meant, but deep down he could sense that it would be an unprecedented test.
Suddenly, the giant cauldron trembled, and a dark light emerged from it. The light twisted and shifted, transforming into a blurry, illusory image, which slowly solidified and became an extremely familiar face—Mo Ming himself.
"What's this!?"
His pupils contracted sharply. The illusory image not only had the exact same face as him, but even the shape and aura of its sword were identical. The next moment, the "illusory image" drew its sword and attacked him!
In the gray mist, two figures collided, and the sound of metal clashing instantly resounded throughout the entire space!
The two swords clashed, sparks flying everywhere.
Mo Ming found himself in a very difficult situation when faced with a "copy" that was exactly the same as himself. Even his Demon-Suppressing Sword was precisely blocked by the opponent.
His gaze turned cold: This "illusory image" not only had spiritual energy fluctuations that were extremely similar to his own, but even its attack style was the same as his swordsmanship, as if it had completely copied everything about him now.
The phantom stared coldly at Mo Ming, its empty eyes containing a powerful, oppressive force. It leaped forward, its demon-suppressing sword flashing towards Mo Ming's throat, moving so fast it was almost a blur!
"So troublesome?" Mo Ming lightly touched the ground with his toes and quickly retreated, narrowly avoiding the thrust. A sharp whistling sound pierced the air, and the terrifying pressure of the sword almost tore his clothes apart.
"It's my swordsmanship..."
His heart sank. Not only his spiritual power and combat techniques, but even his own reactions and changes in moves were replicated exactly. And the illusory image not only copied him, but also used every move and stance even more perfectly, without the slightest superfluous movement.
The illusory image attacked again, its onslaught like a storm, overwhelming Mo Ming to the point where he could barely breathe. Every time Mo Ming tried to retaliate, the illusory image anticipated his intentions and pressed forward relentlessly. In less than a few breaths, a sword aura grazed Mo Ming's shoulder, drawing bright red blood.
"In terms of raw strength, I am no match for him at all. He is like a perfect version of myself."
Mo Ming quickly calmed down, gripped the Demon-Suppressing Sword tightly, and stared intently at the illusory image. At this moment, he realized his disadvantage: if he followed his usual fighting strategy, he would never be able to defeat a "self" that was purer and more efficient than himself.
“Since you’ve imitated my swordsmanship…” he suddenly smirked, “then I’ll try something you don’t know.”
Mo Ming took a deep breath, withdrew his spiritual energy from the Demon-Suppressing Sword, and slowly adjusted his posture—his swordplay slowed, his steps were no longer hurried, but instead carried a strange and elusive rhythm. His eyes also softened from sharp to gentle, like a calm lake.
His hands gripping the sword sank slightly, his feet paused, and the flow of spiritual energy around him became strange, completely different from his previous fighting style.
The illusory image paused for a moment under his indifferent gaze, as if analyzing his sudden change in technique.
But in that instant, Mo Ming suddenly made his move, his sword drawing a graceful yet fierce arc from bottom to top! This sword strike was not fast, but it contained a strange power, breaking the usual rhythm of the illusion.
"Clang!" The illusory demon-suppressing sword blocked the sword, but was blasted away by the spiritual power that was both soft and strong. Its footing was off, and it actually took half a step back!
“Just as I thought…” Mo Ming snorted coldly. He instantly grasped the key point—although this phantom perfectly replicated his abilities, it was only good at imitating existing things, and once it used a move that was not in “its data,” it could put it into a brief stalemate.
"There are many things you can't do, but there are still many."
Mo Ming no longer suppressed his emotions, and his swordplay completely changed. He unleashed a series of strange sword techniques he had learned, some seemingly clumsy and naive, others swift and domineering, leaving the illusory image somewhat powerless. Although it could still barely block, its swordplay became noticeably more chaotic.
"Is that all you've got? You dare to test me?" Mo Ming roared, the Demon-Suppressing Sword's spiritual power surging, its blade emitting a vibrating hum. Reversing the trajectory of the illusory image's attack, he seized an opening and struck the opponent's chest with a horizontal strike—
"Oh!"
The illusory image was forced back several steps by this attack, and its body surface began to crack, revealing a dark crack!
However, Mo Ming did not relax. He clearly felt that although the illusory image was damaged, a violent spiritual power suddenly erupted from within it, and the cracks not only did not widen, but were even faintly repairing themselves!
"This trial is definitely not going to be easy for me."
Mo Ming took a deep breath, realizing that relying solely on this technical suppression was still insufficient to completely destroy the illusion. He had to find the final breakthrough.
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Meanwhile, the battle in the other fire zone has also reached a fever pitch.
Lin Ye's figure was battered and disheveled, but his spear still pressed forward relentlessly. His spiritual power was nearly exhausted, but the remaining three "Fire Wolves" continued to close in, each impact adding another wound to his body.
Even so, his smile grew colder and colder.
"Spiritual energy exhausted? So what?" Lin Ye raised his eyes to stare at the surrounding waves of fire, a strange light flashing in his eyes. He suddenly plunged his spear into the ground and crushed a vermilion jade talisman with his bare hand.
The next moment, a vast thunderbolt descended from the sky!
Countless bolts of lightning rose from the crimson flames, engulfing the entire battlefield! Lin Ye stood at the center of the intertwined lightning and fire, his body ablaze with the aura of thunder and fire. At this moment, his presence was like that of a war god emerging from purgatory.
"Thunder Domain of the Nine Heavens!" He gripped his spear tightly with both hands, and the lightning around him transformed into a blue dragon, roaring as it charged straight at the three-headed fire wolf.
"Boom!" With a deafening roar, the last three fire wolves were completely annihilated amidst the intertwining lightning and fire. The battlefield fell silent, leaving only Lin Ye standing amidst the scorched lava, his back view desolate yet fearless.
He slowly lowered his gun, his gaze fixed on a place deeper than the flames, which seemed to be the entrance to the next trial.
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