護花近衛 - 第3915章 慘勝 - 翰墨軒

This also proved that the thing before him was at best a mimicking puppet, and by no means any true mirror image—otherwise, if it really were a replicated mirror, the strongest Blazing Fire Eight Trigrams Palm would long since have been brought out against Wei Zhao himself.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

After a burst of dense, muffled impacts of fists and feet, the two figures, following the mirror puppet's Blazing Fire Fist, Form Twenty-Three, touched and instantly sprang apart.

"Not bad, not bad—to be able to fight the mirror to such a standstill, you are the first. Because I deliberately set the mirror's strength a whole grade above the original's, most people are crushed one-sidedly. This is getting more and more worth watching." The ghostly voice offered its praise.

Since the mirror puppet and the original used the same martial techniques and abilities, there was no distinction of superior or inferior between them; once the opponent's strength was raised by a grade, even if only slightly, it would ultimately result in one-sided domination.

This kind of same-nature suppression was even more intractable and unsolvable than an innate suppression like fire overcoming wood, because whatever you could do, your opponent could do as well—and do it better.

Even if the opponent was not a true mirror but merely a fabricated mimicking puppet, every time one martial technique was used, the opponent would instantly imitate it, and more powerfully at that.

This mimicking puppet would also keep growing stronger throughout the fight; once the original went all out, it would become an existence utterly transcending the original—flawless and impregnable.

Wei Zhao had seen through this early on, which was why he had not rashly used his trump card, the Blazing Fire Eight Trigrams Palm; once the mirror puppet grasped his strongest card, he would fall completely at a disadvantage.

The ghostly voice saw through Wei Zhao's intent and cackled strangely: "Not planning to use any stronger moves? That is a good thought—of the ten people who come here, perhaps three can think of it, so I must commend you. But even among those, very few succeed in the end."

Wei Zhao was slightly taken aback. Before he could think further, the ghostly voice continued: "The Millennium Tree Crystal may not be anything important in my eyes, but it is a rare bargaining chip after all. If I gave it away so easily, no one would be left to while away my loneliness. So, do you have that resolve—the resolve to obtain the Millennium Tree Crystal from my hands?"

"Resolve?" Wei Zhao raised an eyebrow, then sneered: "What a thing fond of playing the profound. The resolve you speak of is nothing more than whether I have the confidence to defeat you head-on, is it not?"

"Ho ho, you have even thought that far? Your comprehension is truly astonishing! To be honest, I am beginning to appreciate you more and more. I hope your performance to come will not disappoint me." The ghostly voice laughed strangely.

As the words fell, the mirror puppet suddenly executed Butterfly Subtle Steps, erupting with unprecedented speed as it lunged straight at Wei Zhao.

Wei Zhao clenched his fists expressionlessly. The moment he had understood the mirror puppet's ability, he had already realized that today's battle was bound to be an unprecedented bitter struggle.

This mirror puppet surpassed the original in every respect; the odds of defeating it were infinitesimal. Especially if he revealed every card in his hand, there would be no chance of victory at all.

The mirror puppet's mimicking ability doomed it to constant evolution. Once the original exhausted his full strength and it had comprehensively mastered the original's abilities, no one could be a match for another version of oneself that transcended oneself in every aspect.