Clip-clop, clip-clop!
As Ye Shuangluo rode into the center of Dragon City, the eyes of a thousand soldiers clad in white armor turned towards him.
A young man sat on a throne of bones, his index finger pressed against his temple, supporting his face with one hand, eyes closed.
“Imposter, you’ve finally arrived.”
Hearing the sound of hooves, the young man suddenly opened his eyes, looking at Ye Shuangluo with excitement.
“Giggle, White Ghost Lord, have you lost your mind? Calling me an imposter when you’re the counterfeit?”
Ye Shuangluo looked at the young man with interest. Even though he had seen him on TV and thought they looked alike, seeing him in person confirmed it—this was definitely a creation modeled after himself.
The same appearance, a weapon highly similar to [Mortal Kill], a Ghost Legion of a different color, Blood Demon Armor, and even a replica of Pluto.
Ye Shuangluo stared at the sky-blue necklace around the young man’s neck, pondering why it felt like just a decoration.
“White Ghost Lord,” the young man repeated, frowning slightly.
“I don’t like that name. I have my own name; I’m Ye Shuangluo!”
Goodness.
Ye Shuangluo couldn’t help but call him an expert, not only copying his weapons and attire but even stealing his name.
Seemingly provoked by the mocking smile on Ye Shuangluo’s face, White Ghost Lord stood up from the throne and drew his “Mortal Kill.”
The thousand soldiers in white armor were poised to attack, awaiting their king’s command to tear the enemy apart.
White Ghost Lord pointed his blade at Ye Shuangluo, sneering:
“Imposter, where’s your Ghost Legion? Why not summon them?
Don’t say I’m bullying you; just shout three times, ‘I’m an imposter,’ and I’ll give you a fair one-on-one fight.”
Ye Shuangluo’s face remained adorned with a mocking smile.
“No need, they’re… already here.”
As soon as he finished speaking, a mighty sound of marching came from behind Ye Shuangluo. The Ghost Legion, moving in perfect unison, had arrived.
The black soldiers engulfed the white ones like a sea.
White Ghost Lord fell silent, seemingly unprepared for this turn of events.
Ye Shuangluo nonchalantly dismounted, drawing [Mortal Kill] and pointing it at White Ghost Lord.
“Come, shout to the sky three times, ‘I’m a counterfeit,’ and I’ll give you a fair fight.”
White Ghost Lord glared angrily, shouting:
“Imposter, don’t push your luck.”
Ye Shuangluo chuckled, and Silver, like a silver lightning bolt, dashed forward, punching White Ghost Lord in the face.
Clang!
Blade clashed with fist, Silver retreated four steps, White Ghost Lord two.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Countless Wraith Soldiers suddenly unleashed arrows, a rain of arrows covering the soldiers in white armor.
White Ghost Lord’s long blade either slashed or blocked, knocking down all the arrows aimed at him.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
He barely had time to catch his breath before another volley of arrows came at him.
He blocked all the arrows as before.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
The Ghost Legion soldiers wouldn’t give him time to rest, sending yet another volley his way.
White Ghost Lord, with his superb swordsmanship, remained unscathed, but all the soldiers in white armor around him had fallen.
“So what if I bully you?”
Ye Shuangluo’s gaze moved from him to the fallen soldiers in white armor.
“Counterfeit, all your soldiers are gone. Can you summon more?”
White Ghost Lord, unable to bear it any longer, charged at Ye Shuangluo with his blade.
“Impudent!” ×2
Xiao Shan and Silver simultaneously intervened, stopping White Ghost Lord ten meters away from Ye Shuangluo.
Ye Shuangluo looked at the furious yet helpless White Ghost Lord, a slight smile on his lips.
He roughly understood why White Ghost Lord only had about 1,000 soldiers in white armor.
If he was truly a one-to-one copy, then his summoning ability should be the same as his own.
Since arriving in this world, due to probability, the most Wraith Soldiers he could summon at once was about 1,000.
Perhaps the people of “Eternal Night” thought that was his peak.
“Alright, you two, stand down.”
Hearing Ye Shuangluo’s command, Silver and Xiao Shan, who were entangled with White Ghost Lord, immediately stepped aside.
With the obstacles gone, White Ghost Lord seemed uncertain.
“What… do you mean by this?”
Ye Shuangluo silently activated the Asura Demon Eye, his blood-red eyes exuding boundless battle intent.
In the next moment, his vitality surged out of him, shooting straight into the sky, finally condensing into a crimson smoke that covered the battlefield.
Though Ye Shuangluo’s Vitality Smoke was only fifteen meters high, it brought immense pressure to White Ghost Lord.
“Don’t get me wrong, I just think it’s more meaningful for me to personally destroy a counterfeit like you.”
He was also curious to see how much of his abilities this counterfeit White Ghost Lord had copied.
“Good, very good. Though you’re an imposter, you have some awareness. As expected of my imposter.”
White Ghost Lord raised “Mortal Kill,” speaking word by word:
“Come! Imposter, today only one of us will leave alive.
Whoever wins is the real one.”
Clang, clang, clang!
“Mortal Kill” and [Mortal Kill] clashed repeatedly, neither blade yielding or defending, offense replacing defense, attack meeting attack.
Both blades carried dual elements.
Wind and lightning, ice and fire, four elements intertwined continuously.
In their exchanges, both intentionally left openings, attempting to trade blows.
The result was naturally a failure.
White Ghost Lord’s resistance to wind and ice elements was absurdly high, and the damage from dual elements was only single digits.
It wasn’t even as fast as his opponent’s automatic recovery.
Similarly, White Ghost Lord’s fire and lightning elements didn’t cause him any effective damage.
Notably, both White Ghost Lord and Ye Shuangluo had ridiculously high armor, and neither’s slashes broke through the other’s armor.
The usually unstoppable [Mortal Kill] faced a challenge, unable to damage White Ghost Lord’s “Mortal Kill” no matter how it struck.
Fortunately, the skills Killing Power and Asura Demon Eye added true damage and elemental damage.
Otherwise, Ye Shuangluo really didn’t know how he would win. For the first time, he understood the frustration and discomfort his past enemies felt when facing him.
After several exchanges of trading blows, White Ghost Lord, tormented by the intense pain, abandoned this tactic.
He also realized that every time he was hit, he suffered significant damage, while the imposter took his strikes without any effect.
In the blink of an eye, the two had been hacking at each other for over an hour.
Even the special effect of [Wolf Feast] had timed out and ended automatically.
Clang, clang, clang!
In the continuous exchanges, Ye Shuangluo kept the Asura Demon Eye active.
This was his first time encountering a battle that dragged on with no hope of victory in sight.
The opponent’s attributes were as comprehensive as his, and their five-dimensional attributes seemed identical.
Facing a battle with no hope of victory, his mood grew increasingly irritable, a baseless anger rising in his heart.
He still had one last trump card: Self-Devour, which could end the battle instantly if used.
Ultimately, White Ghost Lord was a perfect mirror copy of him, and if he used Self-Devour, his “size” would immediately exceed what the mirror could contain.
But he felt that if he used Self-Devour now, he would surely regret it later.
Thus, his irritation and anger grew stronger until…
Clang!
The blades clashed again, and the fire element broke through the ice element’s defense, crawling along [Mortal Kill] onto Ye Shuangluo.
This wisp of fire element instantly ignited the anger in Ye Shuangluo’s heart.
He vaguely heard the system’s notification sound, but he had no time to check it now.
He only wanted to do one thing: to utterly tear apart the enemy before him, to burn him to ashes.
With a thought, the ice element covering [Mortal Kill] was replaced by the fire element.
Whoosh!
The wind fueled the fire, and compared to the incompatible wind and ice elements, wind and fire complemented each other, the fire element increasing the speed of the wind element, and the wind element enhancing the power of the fire element.
Clang!
The two blades clashed again, but this time, unlike before, both controlled the fire element to burn the opponent’s body along their blades.
Relying on his resistance to the fire element, Ye Shuangluo remained unscathed, but White Ghost Lord suffered.
Despite always controlling and using the fire element, he had no special resistance, and his entire left arm was uncontrollably set ablaze.
White Ghost Lord’s expression changed drastically, wanting to retreat temporarily to deal with the flames on his arm, but Ye Shuangluo, having finally seized the opportunity, wouldn’t let him succeed.
The two figures clung tightly together, like inseparable lovers, unwilling to part even for a second.
While attacking, Ye Shuangluo pondered White Ghost Lord’s information.
Firstly, this counterfeit’s “elemental resistance” seemed incomplete.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been burned by the fire element he had only recently mastered.
Secondly, the opponent didn’t have Vitality Smoke, Self-Devour, or Master of Weapons.
In simple terms, he was a mid-tier version of himself.
Seeing that he couldn’t shake off Ye Shuangluo and his left arm continued to burn, White Ghost Lord knew that if he ignored the burning left arm, the flames would soon spread to other parts of his body.
He gritted his teeth and swung his left arm in a punch.
The result was naturally that [Mortal Kill] directly severed it, the entire burning left arm flying high.
White Ghost Lord took advantage of the severed arm to retreat rapidly.
“I must admit, imposter, you’re more formidable now.”
At this moment, Ye Shuangluo silently took out a map of the Flame Nation from his space backpack.
As the map turned to ashes, he vanished from his spot.
White Ghost Lord sensed something was amiss, instinctively wanting to turn and defend, but it was too late.
Slash!
[Mortal Kill] slashed down on the counterfeit’s back, the strike naturally carrying the dual elements of wind and fire.
The back of the silver armor was completely shattered, and the flesh was torn open by the blade.
“Ah!”
White Ghost Lord finally couldn’t endure the intense pain he felt every time he was attacked.
But he wouldn’t have to endure it much longer, as Ye Shuangluo’s next strike aimed at his head.
Swish!
The blade pierced through White Ghost Lord’s skull, and his formidable constitution allowed him to retain a sliver of consciousness even with his head impaled.
“You… won, you are… the real one.”
Ye Shuangluo flicked the blood off his blade, speaking indifferently:
“A counterfeit should be shattered and obediently thrown into the trash.”
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