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That's right, this is the third time Mu Cheng has used the martial arts system, in the competition a week ago, Mu Cheng met an opponent who was only 66% of his strength, so in the case of being already subtle, Mu Cheng easily defeated the other party.

But in this competition, Mu Cheng expected the other party's strength to be higher than his own.

As if hearing Mu Cheng's prayer in his heart, the number on the translucent panel gradually stopped at 101, his own strength of one hundred and one.

Mu Cheng was overjoyed in his heart, and entered the virtual space of the martial arts arena without hesitation.

Mu Cheng, who entered the space for the third time, glanced around, but found that there was no opponent in the space, just when Mu Cheng was surprised.

A figure appeared in front of Mu Cheng's eyes like a code recombination, and compared with the previous two opponents, Mu Cheng's copy this time was obviously different.

It is not only the sense of oppression brought by the soul, but also because the figure standing in front of Mu Cheng is no longer a dark and blurry shadow, but a transparent as water, as if he is like a reflection in the water, although it is still blurry, but it already has a specific form.

"Hey, hey, it's just one hundred and one percent of me, and it's become like this, so if the opponent's strength is capped in the future, won't the other party become a complete me."

Thinking of this, Mu Cheng couldn't help but shudder, if I was defeated by that kind of guy, he wouldn't replace me.

While Mu Cheng was making up for himself, the clone standing opposite Mu Cheng was still standing in place unhurriedly, as if he was not worried that Mu Cheng would attack directly.

"Heh, does that mean fearlessness?"

Seeing that there was no reaction from the other side, Mu Cheng laughed at himself, slowly pulled out the Honghu Sword, and Mu Cheng made a sword tip that was obliquely straight to the opponent's starting hand.

"Since you don't attack, don't blame me for being rude."

Mu Cheng said, his body rushed straight towards the other party like a fast-flying cannonball.

There are no dazzling moves, and the long sword in Mu Cheng's hand is just a bland straight stab.

But although this blow stabbed away the gorgeous effect, it was far more powerful than it looked, as if it was taking its essence and removing its dross, and all useless extra moves were discarded.

That's right, this seemingly plain, but incomparably natural and coordinated sword is the basic sword move that Mu Cheng had just changed according to his actual situation a few days ago.

Plain prickly splitting...... and a few other actions, but it contains all the wisdom of Mu Cheng's life.

However, it was just such a style, which looked plain, but a powerful direct stab, but was firmly blocked in front of the other party.

If Mu Cheng's sword style is a rushing river, then the sword style of the clone is a towering mountain, no matter what tricky angle Mu Cheng attacks, the other party can always presciently block Mu Cheng's moves and counterattack.

Although it was only less than a minute after the opening, Mu Cheng, who kept attacking, seemed to have passed a century, his breathing was slightly panting, his eyes were slightly dilated, his body was sweating profusely, and a bead of sweat the size of a bean on his forehead kept falling to the ground along Mu Cheng's cheeks.

"Huhuhu!! The strength of this clone is really strong enough, I have only been attacking for a minute, and the opponent's flawless sword style has already forced me to go all out, and looking at the appearance of this guy, it should be far from showing real strength. ”

Taking a few steps back, Mu Cheng held the sword in his right hand, staring at the other party who was still calm and relaxed, and his eyes were unwavering, and he was secretly surprised in his heart.

However, just when Mu Cheng and the clone distanced themselves, the clone who was originally just on the defensive had a flash in his eyes, and he unexpectedly took the initiative to attack Mu Cheng.

After Mu Cheng saw this, he was taken aback, and his footsteps were slightly sideways, and he was able to dodge the clone's fast but deadly sword.

However, although Mu Cheng's first sword narrowly dodged over, the second sword and the third sword followed one after another, not giving Mu Cheng a chance to breathe at all.

"Grass !!!"

Mu Cheng scolded in his heart, and then used a simple but practical trick "donkey rolling" without grace.

He lowered his body, and after protecting the vital parts of his body, Mu Cheng curled up and flipped to his side.

Standing up quickly with a scolding grin, looking at the humanized replica with a strange expression on the other side, Mu Cheng felt a trace of emotional fluctuations in the other party for no reason.

However, this idea has just emerged, Mu Chengcheng has already denied it, if you want to say why, it is because Mu Cheng knows that the replica in front of him is just a bunch of virtual data composed of code words, so there are emotional fluctuations and the like, not to mention that Mu Cheng himself does not believe it, and people who believe that a little brain will not believe it.

Mu Cheng was not given much time to think, and although the clone was puzzled by the failure of his first attack, he did not think much about it.

An arrow rushed out, and the clone instantly came to Mu Cheng's eyes, and the long sword in his hand pointed directly at Mu Cheng's chest, and the silver flickered, and the long sword instantly hit Mu Cheng's chest.

"I'll go, can't you let me take a breath? I'm not a straight man, are you really so close and realistic? ”

With a strange scream, Mu Cheng's body quickly retreated, and then his body leaned back, dodging the sword move of the clone again, kicking forward with his feet, and when the clone drew his sword to block, Mu Cheng's body twisted and got out of the opponent's attack range.

"Is this Nima really only one hundred and one percent of my strength? How do you feel that I am completely passively beaten. ”

Looking at the clone that was about to attack again, Mu Cheng couldn't help but think of it a little painfully.

But thinking about it, Mu Cheng's body was not slow at all to turn sideways, rushing vertically towards the oncoming clone.

The figures staggered by, Mu Cheng glanced at the sword hole that was pierced on his left shoulder, smiled bitterly, turned around and looked at the still unscathed replica, holding the long sword in his hand, feeling a little helpless in his heart.

Is it really because of the difference in strength? Shaking his head, which was dizzy from blood loss, Mu Cheng stared at the other party again to prevent the other party's sudden attack.

Sure enough, seeing that Mu Cheng was just a copy of the injured left shoulder, he bent his knee again, and the long sword in his hand hit Mu Cheng's body like an overwhelming star.

Mu Cheng's eyes froze, and the long sword in his hand kept blocking the opponent's endless sword style with a mysterious trajectory, but as Mu Cheng resisted, the long sword in the opponent's hand became faster and faster, but on the other hand, Mu Cheng's face became more and more pale, giving people a feeling that the next sword would be ended.