Chapter 3914 — A Terrifying Thing
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"So then—let the game begin."
Before the words had faded, the ground suddenly heaved, and then, before Wei Zhao's dumbstruck eyes, the wood surging up from beneath his feet warped into a human shape—a human shape all too familiar.
"What is the meaning of this?" Once he made out the wooden figure's face, Wei Zhao's expression turned ugly in an instant, for this puppet that had sprouted from the ground was identical to himself!
"Your strength may be pitifully weak, but surely you've fought a great many foes by now. So tell me—have you ever fought yourself?" the ghostly voice cackled with a strange, sinister laugh.
At that, Wei Zhao's voice turned cold as ice. "Is this what you call a game? So what if you can copy my appearance? When all is said and done, it's nothing but an empty shell."
"How would you know without giving it a try? Defeat it and you claim two Millennium Tree Crystals. What are you waiting for? I can hardly contain myself!" the ghostly voice urged.
Wei Zhao gave a cold snort and wasted no more words, launching himself straight at the mirror image wrought by the wooden puppet.
Any capable fighter carries a fierce pride and self-respect. To have another self copied out before his very eyes—even knowing full well the other was nothing but wood—would leave anyone thoroughly displeased. Wei Zhao was no exception.
Yet for all that his opponent was mere wood, Wei Zhao did not underestimate it in the slightest. If this unknown spirit beast dared stake two Millennium Tree Crystals, then this wooden mirror image could not possibly be anything simple.
In an instant, a heat without equal enveloped the whole hollow of the tree. Wei Zhao was as a god of fire descended, sworn to burn all before him to ashes—Raging Fire Fist, Twenty-Third Stance!
"As expected—this giant cedar is truly no ordinary tree," Wei Zhao thought in silent admiration.
With any other tree, the flames would by now have raged beyond control, even with the lake water pressing down from outside. Yet though the hollow grew unbearably hot, there was not the slightest sign of it catching fire.
Even so, Wei Zhao was confident that what this wooden mirror image feared most was still a fire-attribute attack like the Raging Fire Fist. Fire overcomes wood—an eternal, unchanging truth.
Boom! The Raging Fire Fist struck the wooden mirror square in the face, blasting it a full ten-plus zhang until it lodged deep in the cavern wall and finally stopped, setting off a thunderous crash.
"Oh? It seems I ought to take back what I said earlier. Your strength may be pitiful, but your potential is rather fine—this is getting interesting," the ghostly voice praised, cackling strangely.
Before its words had died away, Wei Zhao's brows knitted, and the wooden mirror was already rolling its shoulders and stepping out from the sunken wall. Apart from a slight charring about its body, there was no sign of any grave or fatal wound.
More than that, even the searing property of the Raging Fire Fist's Twenty-Third Stance showed no effect upon it—and that property had once left even a formidable mid-Foundation Establishment expert like Yu Jiang utterly helpless.
Was this thing really made of wood? Looking at the mirror puppet, Wei Zhao could not help but feel an absurd sense of disbelief. The Twenty-Third Stance of the Raging Fire Fist had struck a puppet, and not only had the puppet failed to burn to ashes—it seemed, if anything, more vigorous than before.
Nor was that all. A moment ago it had merely felt like a puppet shaped in his likeness; after taking the Raging Fire Fist, it seemed infused with some kind of vitality, radiating a powerful aura no different from a living man's.
"Hm? That aura?" Wei Zhao's eyelid twitched, and the mirror puppet came hurtling at him, its right fist wreathed in a blazing, searing fist intent.
That searing fist intent was identical to the Raging Fire Fist's Twenty-Third Stance he had just unleashed!