Having finally defeated a mirror image, Lin Yu was in a great mood. He took Lin Chenxi to a good restaurant on the first floor, ordered a table full of food, and prepared to celebrate.
"Congratulations, My Lord, on successfully defeating the mirror image."
"Hahaha, it was a fluke! A total fluke! That mirror image wasn't very smart."
"I would say your strategy was simply superior, My Lord!"
Lin Yu was delighted. He laughed heartily, picked up his wine cup, and took a drink.
'Now I can finally enter the second floor and try out its competitions.'
Lin Yu reflected on his progress, feeling quite satisfied.
Of the thousands of heroes in his territory, fewer than ten had managed to qualify for the second floor's competitions by clearing the Tower of Slaughter or defeating a mirror image. This, at the very least, proved his combat talent was decent.
