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Chapter 186 "Watch me, I will come out within three minutes!

"Site 4 Ruins, Cinema."

"As you can see, this is a cinema. You are welcome to participate as specially invited guests."

"You will need to kill a replica in the cinema whose strength is greater than your own."

"Perhaps, in the midst of life and death, your combat experience will breakthrough."

"Clearing condition: Kill your opponent."

"This must be the Site 4 Ruins that Jiaye mentioned."

Tuberculosis Rabbit stood with his hands in his pockets, facing the howling wind as he looked toward the deserted entrance of the cinema: "A combat-type map where props and skills can't be used, killing a stronger replica sounds quite challenging."

"The injuries they had, a large part must have been sustained here."

"I'll go in first."

Chen Yi, with a calm expression on his face, walked into the cinema with one hand on his cane. Following the markers on the floor, he quickly came to the auditorium.

The pitch-dark auditorium suddenly lit up as he entered, and the darkness was chased away in an instant!

In the center of the auditorium stood a man who looked exactly like him.

Clothes, build, facial structure—completely identical.

The man was holding a Tang Blade, and the cane in his own hand had somehow been swapped for a Tang Blade as well.

Chen Yi stood still, looking at the man in front of him who bore his likeness. He did not take the initiative to attack; instead, his eyes narrowed with a hint of curiosity—perfectly replicated.

Stronger than him?

Sounds interesting.

How much stronger?

Without staying put, he slowly approached the man close by with the Tang Blade in hand. The man also moved towards him.

"Clang!"

The first slash.

Chen Yi immediately felt where the strength of the replica lay: slightly quicker speed, a bit more strength.

"Clang!"

The second slash.

Chen Yi looked at the man before him who was parrying with his blade, a slow smile spreading across his lips.

So it seems he's only replicated the offensive techniques and physical abilities.

As a replica, to actually wield the blade in defense—does it fear death?

Seeing the man swing the blade a third time, Chen Yi did not parry this time but almost simultaneously lifted his blade and slashed at the man's neck!

Both parties swung their blades at each other's necks!

A posture that seemed intent on mutual destruction!

Just as Chen Yi's Tang Blade was about to strike the neck of the replica, the replica suddenly stopped and retreated quickly, avoiding the Fatal Strike.

But it was already too late.

Although the vital spot was avoided,

a ghastly wound was left across the chest, skin and flesh rolling out over the clothing.

Because of the sudden retreat, the replica's blade did not hit Chen Yi's neck. There was no mutual destruction or mutual injury, only a terrifying wound opened on its own chest.

"Fear and pain are important protective mechanisms for the human body."

Chen Yi, with a placid face, twirled the Tang Blade in his hand and calmly approached the injured replica: "Without fear, it means you can't protect yourself as well."

"But it allows for a more effective assault on the enemy."

"At the moment where life and death intersect, the one who grips their blade tighter will be the victor."

"As a replica, you actually fear death more than I do."

"If you don't die, who dies?"

As his words ended,

Chen Yi did not delay, his two hands gripped the Tang Blade and he leaped up on the spot, slashing down with the force of a mountain!

"Clang!"

The Tang Blade sliced straight into the replica's head, sticking into the skull and getting lodged by the cranial bones.

Chen Yi casually released the handle of the blade and turned to walk toward the light gate at the back. His cane somehow reappeared in his hand, and as he turned, the body of the replica with the Tang Blade stuck in its head slowly fell to the ground.

A thud sounded.

The replica's physical capabilities might have been slightly better than Chen Yi's, but it did not leave a single wound on him.

When it comes to close-combat fighting experience,

Chen Yi had no fancy techniques to speak of, but killing didn't require much skill.

Fighting skills are prepared for combat.

And for killing, you only need to know a few vital spots.

When determining victory in life and death, psychological warfare is a significant factor.

...

"Is it over?"

Tuberculosis Rabbit looked at Chen Yi, who just walked out of the cinema, rubbing his hands eagerly with a hint of desire to try: "Yi, you cleared it in one minute and forty-five seconds. Let me see if I can beat your time."

"Sword Without End, you go first. I want to see how long it will take you."

"Good luck."

Chen Yi nodded, without mentioning that he had spent most of that minute and a bit walking.

The actual clearing time was probably less than thirty seconds.

The fight was over in the time it took to deliver four slashes.

"Alright."

Sword Without End took a deep breath, then stepped into the cinema with a stern face and an air of facing death with calm, as if braving the chilling winds of the Yi River.

...

In the auditorium, under the spotlight.

Sword Without End, holding a Tang Blade, looked at the replica opposite him. After sizing each other up for a moment, he took another deep breath, held his breath, and with a fierce glint in his eyes, charged straight forward!

The replica, also armed with a Tang Blade, rushed at Sword Without End with even greater speed.

Both lifted their Tang Blades simultaneously, slashing at the other. They were about to crash into each other in close combat!

Sword Without End suddenly spoke with an urgent voice, "Your wife is dead because you had no money; your wife died from illness."

"You're a failure, why are you still here? Why not just go kill yourself?"

With those words spoken.

The Sword Without End who was initially hurtling towards the real Sword Without End flashed a look of grief and anger in his eyes, and his speed suddenly decreased. The ferocity in his eyes dimmed considerably, along with the murderous intent.

Indeed, it worked.

With great joy in his heart, Sword Without End did not hesitate, striking while the iron is hot—he aimed the Tang Blade in his hand at the Replica before him and swung with all his might!

"Slash!"

A one-strike kill!

Looking at the Replica lying in a pool of blood, Sword Without End saw the face that looked exactly like his own, giving him the creeps. He shuddered before turning to walk toward the light gate behind him.

On seeing the contents of Ruin No.4, he had thought, since it was his Replica, shouldn't it possess the same Heart Demon as himself?

The Replica might not have his memories.

But it would certainly have his Heart Demon.

Because Ruin No.3 had extracted his Heart Demon; if the databases for Ruins No.3 and No.4 were the same, when cloning his original body, the data of his Heart Demon would surely be left in the Replica's database.

As expected.

"Humph."

Sword Without End hummed with some satisfaction before he put his hands behind his head and walked towards the exit of the cinema.

A weakling who had not even slain his own Heart Demon dares to contend with him!

But just as he was about to leave the cinema, Sword Without End suddenly glanced down at the time on his personal panel, and after a brief moment of thought, he decided not to leave immediately but stayed a few more minutes inside the cinema.

...

"Not bad at all," commented Tuberculosis Rabbit, looking at Sword Without End who came out rather quickly, "Three minutes and forty seconds, barely slower than Yi, you're quite capable."

"Just luck, pure luck," said Sword Without End, scratching the back of his head somewhat sheepishly, "The Replica was quite strong, and I only managed to kill it after a long struggle. Yi came out so quickly because his strength is far superior to mine."

"That's true," nodded Tuberculosis Rabbit, and then he headed for the cinema with enthusiasm and confidence: "Watch me, I'll be out in under three minutes!"

...

In the cinema, under the spotlight. Explore stories at My Virtual Library Empire

Carrying a Tang Blade confidently, Tuberculosis Rabbit froze emotionlessly on the spot as soon as he entered. He didn't say a word before attempting to flee, but as soon as he set foot inside, the exit behind him disappeared.

The light gate to leave the cinema would only appear after killing the Replica.

Seeing no way out, Tuberculosis Rabbit, with a somewhat fierce and crazy expression, ran towards the far side of the cinema, yelling, "Let me out, dammit, do you know your system's bugging out?"

"What?"

"Did you even see what crap you put in the cinema?"

"Where's the promised passionate one-on-one brawl?!"

"Did you get senile while copying and pasting and hit 'paste' a hundred times by mistake?"

In the cinema, under the spotlight, a hundred emotionless and cold-faced Replicas of Tuberculosis Rabbit were holding Tang Blades and looking towards the Tuberculosis Rabbit who was running and screaming. Without any hesitation, they encircled and advanced upon him!

It turned out to be... 1v100!

"Fuck your mother!!!" yelled Tuberculosis Rabbit, seeing himself being blocked in the front and having no escape in the back, as he was flanked from the right. In a complete frenzy and with eyes red with murderous intent, he charged straight towards one of the Replicas in front!

And the Replica in front also coldly swung his blade in an attack.

As they were about to clash,

Tuberculosis Rabbit swung the shirt he had stripped off earlier, trapping the Tang Blade that was about to slice into him, and in that brief moment, he plunged his own Tang Blade straight into the chest of the Replica before him!

A one-strike kill!

"One!"

The following attackers were almost stepping on the heels of the first, and Tuberculosis Rabbit didn't even have time to pull the Tang Blade out of the corpse. He had to abandon the blade and flee, using his shirt to roll up the Tang Blade he had just entangled and continue his mad dash forward.

Racing back and forth across the seats at the back of the cinema, Tuberculosis Rabbit did not forget to taunt in anger:

"Can't you play this game properly, huh?"

"A hundred of you against me, and you still got taken down by me!"

"Go home and eat shit!"

However, the physical abilities of the Replicas were slightly superior to those of the players, not to mention... there were a whole one hundred of them.

The cinema wasn't roomy either; there wasn't much space to escape.

Seeing that he was about to be surrounded,

Tuberculosis Rabbit's eyes scanned quickly, his gaze turning bloodshot as he found a breakthrough only guarded by two Replicas.

He had to break through!

His only chance of survival was to hit and run; once he was surrounded in the middle, nine lives wouldn't be enough to spare.

"Slash!"

Using his shirt, Tuberculosis Rabbit wrapped up the blade that was striking from the left, then ducked and chopped off the blade swinging from the right. During the ducking motion, he swung his blade in a chopping motion himself, killing another before breaking through this point of attack.

He was now out of immediate danger of being encircled.

But this time, the shirt didn't catch the incoming Tang Blade properly, and it left a bloody, nearly bone-deep wound on his left palm.

Tuberculosis Rabbit tried moving his left hand; the wound looked frightening, but at least it was a flesh wound that hadn't reached bone. Aside from some pain and bleeding, there were no other issues.

Staring at his blood-soaked left hand,

Tuberculosis Rabbit suddenly stopped, his eyes narrowing slightly, a look of confusion flashing across them.

"This injury..."

"Why does it feel so familiar?"

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PS: My stomach feels better, I didn't drag the update today, it's on time.

It's the end of the month, and your monthly tickets are about to expire. Instead of letting them go to waste, why not cast them for me...