Seeing a face identical to his own, he felt momentary distraction. At the moment when his attention was slightly shifted, the enemy's bayonet sword stabbed straight at him, straight to the throat.

Hurriedly blocking with his gauntlet, Mad Dog quickly jumped back to dodge the two slashes that followed. Taking two steps back, he was still in shock: the eyes of the enemy's glowing Youlan had been extinguished. Instead, there are red pupils that look at a mad dog.

Exactly the same, even the length of the beard is exactly the same...... Pulling on his painful left shoulder, the mad dog gritted his teeth: What's going on? They don't need to freeze people in black ice to create clones?

Is it transfiguration...... A thought suddenly sprung up in his mind, which made Mad Dog panic: could it be that the guy killed by the throwing knife that day was not a clone, but a corrupter, or maybe he had escaped from the shackles of black ice like his classmates - if so, the corpses in the passage would no longer be there.

It's really funny to fight with your high-quality self...... Blocking another blow, Mad Dog couldn't stop backing away and waiting for an opportunity to counterattack. The strange feeling that I had been feeling for a long time was finally answered: this guy's combat habits and footwork are so similar to mine, it can be understood that after the change, the memories and physical instincts of the copied person have been completely copied.

Could it be that this guy was staring at me from outside the fence just to shape himself? The more Mad Dog thought about it, the more terrifying he became: this guy should have been disembodied before to avoid leaving footprints. The reason why he looked at me with the eyes of the corruptor just now was probably to lure me over and kill me again. After that, he can take my place and return to the team. And then......

What happened next was unimaginable, and Mad Dog shuddered: the enemy could do this. Now that he's seen this shapeshifting ability with his own eyes, he has to imagine that there are many more guys who can do it. In this case, everyone around you may have been replaced. For example, Edus, Mace, Denor, every guard and servant on patrol......

You impostor still want to bite Lao Tzu to death? A wave of anger surged into his heart, he vigorously smashed the blade of the sword, and swung two counterattacks: Mad dog is not something that anyone can do!

Since he was a changer, he would never be able to replicate this magical item...... Mad Dog dodges the jab, slams his fist into the bridge of his enemy's nose, and then jumps back to distance himself again: as for the replica throwing knife, it is indeed the real thing. It's a pity that it doesn't pose a threat in a tense hand-to-hand fight. Since it was just a simple one-on-one battle, there was no reason for him to lose to him.

The enemy flicked his sword and unleashed another frenzied assault. Only a tentative parry, the mad dog keeps trying to circumvent it but fails repeatedly. From the very beginning, the imposter's movements became faster and faster, and he attacked seamlessly—he seemed to see that Mad Dog's strength was weakening, and his defenses were slowing down.

Don't give me any respite at all...... Adjusting his breathing, Mad Dog felt an unprecedented urgency: it was a copy of Lao Tzu, and the speed of his movements was perfectly inherited.

Deciding not to be passively defensive, Mad Dog raised his sword and smashed through the slash, stabbing his enemies in the eye after a false sword. However, the opponent seemed to anticipate this blow and did not dodge the feint at all. As soon as the second blow was unleashed, the enemy prejudged the stabbing sword and rushed towards the mad dog.

Unable to dodge a blow that was too close, the cold, sharp weapon stabbed into the abdomen in an instant. The severe pain was accompanied by a feeling of dizziness, and the mad dog spat out a large mouthful of blood, and his eyes suddenly went black, and he lost consciousness for a short time.

The enemy drew his weapon and kicked the mad dog over. Before his eyes blurred, the enemy shook the blood from his sword in Seresya's signature gesture and strode towards the mad dog that collapsed to the ground.

The pupils reflected the enemy's sword raised, and the mad dog held back the pain, and Ben rolled around to avoid the stabbing blow. The icy snow soaked his body, barely maintaining the sanity of a mad dog. Resisting the constant dizziness, Cereya propped herself on the ground with her hands and tried to get up with all her might.

The sound of the sword slashing rang out again, and the mad dog instinctively raised the sword and resisted the blow with his gauntlet. With the sound of metal clashing, the enemy immediately responded with a kick that knocked over the mad dog's weapon.

Knocked to the ground by the impact, the mad dog barely managed to stand up and tried to get up again. However, the sharp pain in his abdomen stopped him—blood continued to flow from the finger-thick bloody hole. Along with the sharp pain in the abdomen, the pain in the arm also seemed to increase, and the constant trembling was made.

It seemed to have pierced me in the gut, but it wasn't fatal...... Looking at the blood-stained snow, Ceresya gritted her teeth and covered her wounds in a trance: Damn, Lao Tzu actually wants to be planted here?

This guy's way of fighting is exactly a copy of me...... Another violent dizziness came, and the mad dog rolled and dodged the assassination, gasping in pain: sure enough, man has the hardest time dealing with himself. He didn't believe this sentence before, but now he finally understands it.

Pulling out the bayonet sword stuck in the ground, the mad dog turned around with great difficulty, raised his hand and smashed the jab. However, the second attack was far less fortunate - the attack was not successfully parried with a thin blade, and the enemy's bayonet sword grazed the blade and went straight to the mad dog's chest.

Following his survival instincts, Mad Dog gripped the blade with his left hand to prevent it from getting any closer to his chest. Ignoring the pain in his heart, he flipped his right hand and threw his sword at the enemy's body with all his might.

The blade pierced the enemy's thigh. He screamed angrily, but he didn't have the slightest strength to relax his wrist. On the contrary, the man's strength grew, and the blade of the sword cut through the palm of his hand, pressing down on the heart of the mad dog.

The pain once made the mad dog dizzy, and he tried to use his right hand to get the throwing knife in front of his chest, but was trampled under the feet of the enemy, and kept crushing.

Staring at the frantic blood-red eyes of her enemies, Cereya gritted her teeth and tried to pull out the right chapter. However, the blood loss and pain once suppressed his nerves, and he felt that he was getting weaker and weaker, and he was no longer able to resist.

Damn, it's funny to die at the hands of "yourself...... Feeling the gradual hypothermia of his body, the mad dog spat out another mouthful of blood, and felt that his eyes were becoming more and more blurry: this time it seemed that there was really no hope, and he could not use either hand.

However, just as he was about to lose his left hand, his eyes widened with excitement at a discovery: the right leg of the enemy, which had been stabbed, was trembling continuously.

Wait, that part is...... Seeing the hope of a counterattack, Seresa was beating wildly: right behind the lower leg of the thigh ligament. If that were the case, if I kicked hard, he would collapse backwards due to the nerve reflex. But to do so, it is necessary to let go of the left hand that blocks the blade. Taking advantage of the moment his center of gravity shifts to attack, he has a chance.

Desperately fighting, the mad dog roared and let go of his left palm, and kicked the hilt of the sword with a flying kick the moment the blade was suddenly pressed down. The enemy let out a miserable wail and staggered to the ground.

Struggling to his feet, Mad Dog pulled out a throwing knife and threw it at the neck of his enemy. Seeing the enemy fall, a huge sense of detachment swept through the mad dog's body. A feeling of vertigo flooded her brain, and Cereya collapsed to the ground, fainting.