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Acheron held her blade, her feet planted on the gigantic Ambrosial Arbor, which was gradually being eroded.
She walked step by step toward 'Acheron' in silence.
She just used those eyes, streaming bloody tears, to stare directly at 'Acheron's figure.
A mix of reflection and pity.
"..."
"..."
The two stared at each other.
Suddenly,
Whoosh—!
A sound of cutting through the air came.
Acheron, abruptly, drew her blade!
Clang—
Accompanied by the narrow blade light, the Ambrosial Arbor beneath her was shredded inch by inch, surging toward her imitator.
'Acheron' saw this and was not to be outdone, flipping her hand and slashing upwards!
The two long blades slammed together, with neither gaining an advantage.
But the clash of Nihility against Nihility,
transformed into an energy ripple that devoured everything.
Annihilating the Arbor beneath their feet inch by inch.
Then,
the two simultaneously flashed backward, instantly creating a distance of several hundred kilometers between them.
The real Acheron stepped on the remains of the Arbor, her eyes fixed on the blade in the imitator's hand.
Her gaze was inscrutable.
Even the blade was identical.
She was all too familiar with her own personal blade.
Just from this single clash, Acheron could tell.
This was definitely not a mere counterfeit blade.
It was a true blade, born from enduring so much.
Incredible.
Unbelievable.
And so,
Acheron increased her intensity!
No longer the slow-paced but visually overwhelming blade light.
Boom—!!!
Innumerable blade lights burst forth!
The sharp blades transformed into a pitch-black drizzle, forming an impenetrable screen across the sky.
A fatal downpour, assaulting 'Acheron'.
It left her absolutely no room to speak.
Forcing her, who had intended to say something, to similarly unleash her full power to counter.
Boom boom boom boom—!!!!
Every swing of 'Acheron's blade precisely met the opponent's blade light.
The power was perfectly balanced, causing them to annihilate each other upon impact.
Maintaining one hundred and twenty percent focus, 'Acheron' even utilized the portion of Madam Herta's intelligence she had acquired, precisely countering the inescapable onslaught.
And seeing that the opponent could actually withstand the assault,
Acheron's eyes even showed a hint of astonishment. Such precision in combat.
It was genuinely unexpected.
It seemed that the opponent was not without her own unique talents, even while imitating.
However,
the more astonished Acheron became, the greater and more lethal the force and speed in her hands became.
Putting aside all other intentions,
only judging by swordsmanship and power,
Acheron had not had such a well-matched fight in a very long time.
An equally matched opponent who also followed the same path as her.
For a swordsman, this was the dream sparring partner.
Acheron, thrilled by the hunt, didn't even care about capturing the imitator and spanking her butt.
Instead, her mind was completely focused on fighting her to her heart's content!
Unknowingly, she was even starting to become immersed in this exchange.
But 'Acheron', who was being watched with such intensity by the real Acheron, felt a sudden chill.
She, of course, saw the intense focus in Acheron's eyes.
Her heart sank.
Oh no!
I'm genuinely about to be beaten up by the original!
Also,
Why is Acheron-jie, who is such a gentle person, coming to fight me without saying a single word?!
She had initially thought she would be able to have a good chat with Acheron.
But she wanted to cleave her the moment they met.
Isn't she more temperamental than Madam Herta?!
Is this right?!
However,
Acheron had absolutely no intention of talking.
Upon realizing that large-scale attacks were ineffective,
Acheron immediately changed her tactics.
Her blade was no longer wasted; her warrior's instinct was being awakened.
Her slashes began to grow heavier and heavier.
And as time passed, gradually,
every one of Acheron's slashes began to appear ordinary again,
but these ordinary slashes made 'Acheron' feel as though she had nowhere to hide.
This made 'Acheron' struggle more and more; she felt the pressure on her was rapidly increasing.
If it weren't for the reward she received from her previous impersonation, which made her thoughts extraordinarily agile and precise,
at this moment, with Acheron's warrior instinct fully awakened,
she would probably have already been defeated.
But honestly, this was basically reaching 'Acheron's limit.
She was now forced to abandon all distractions and focus entirely on countering the attacks from the real Acheron.
However,
this performance only made Acheron happier.
She can keep up.
She can actually keep up with me!
Continue! Continue!
At this moment, 'Acheron' no longer paid attention to the remains of the Ambrosial Arbor under her feet.
Under the ravages of the flying blade light,
the Arbor decayed rapidly at an exaggerated rate.
But the two fighters were completely unaware of it.
'Acheron' strained to counter the original's insane flurry of blades.
She secretly cursed in her heart.
Their physical capabilities were the same, but how could 'Acheron', the pilot, compare to the original?
It was only thanks to the previously settled reward, which gave her an evolved brain,
that she managed to fight the real Acheron to a stalemate with her sharper mind.
But why did the original seem to be getting stronger the more she fought??
Is this right?!
'Acheron' felt the pressure growing exponentially; she could see Acheron's blade less and less clearly.
Until—
Boom—!!
Acheron, fully immersed in the mock combat, seized a fleeting weakness.
She mercilessly cleaved out a slash!
'Acheron's pupils suddenly constricted!
She hurriedly raised her blade to block.
But there was no time to react in her haste.
The slash struck 'Acheron's body squarely, sending her flying backward.
She smashed headfirst into the Ambrosial Arbor's remains, shattering half of it.
The real Acheron pressed her advantage, instantly closing the distance, and cleaved another slice off the Arbor debris before her.
Just as she was about to slash again,
a defensive net of interwoven blade light appeared before her.
Watching the opponent, even facing this situation, still refusing to give up wielding her blade,
Acheron's face broke into a gentle smile.
Then she actively met the attack!
Boom boom boom—!!!
Accompanied by the silent collision and the renewed impact that burst forth,
the remains of the Ambrosial Arbor beneath their feet were utterly turned into useless space junk.
The terrifying power of Nihility had tainted all the debris, turning it into useless refuse.
Yet, even at this point,
the two fighters restrained their excess power, allowing not a shred of it to leak out.
Acheron's eyes were full of praise.
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The battle between Acheron and 'Acheron' naturally startled Teng Xiao and the others who were already observing.
Luofu General Teng Xiao immediately took action.
He arrived outside the Luofu, maneuvering the Divine Foresight to stand ready.
Jingliu only rushed over after calming Baiheng.
And upon seeing the two combatants, a look of shock appeared on Jingliu's face:
"Two... two Madam Acherons?!"
"Yes, this really is beyond my comprehension."
Teng Xiao gave a wry smile at her remark.
He didn't even know who to help now.
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