Chapter 1199: Even the doppelganger is a badass
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Chapter 1199 Even the doppelganger is a badass
As the glow quickly faded from the eyes of Michael's doppelganger, the intensity of the battle escalated. Michael and his doppelganger engaged in a ferocious duel, their dual swords clashing in a deadly dance of steel and skill. Simultaneously, Gaya and her doppelganger squared off in their own battle, each wielding crossbows with lethal precision.
Michael moved with incredible agility, his swords slicing through the air as he matched his doppelganger's every move. The sound of their swords clashing rang out, a testament to their equal prowess. "You may look like me, but you'll never be me!" Michael calmly said, driving his swords forward in a series of swift, calculated strikes.
His doppelganger mirrored his actions perfectly, countering each attack with an identical move. The two figures moved in perfect synchronization, their swords a blur of motion.
Meanwhile, Gaya and her doppelganger engaged in a high-stakes game of cat and mouse, firing and dodging bolts. Gaya's fingers worked quickly to reload her crossbow, each shot aimed with deadly accuracy. "I fucking hate this," Gaya shouted, releasing a bolt that narrowly missed her doppelganger.
The doppelganger, not to be outdone, returned fire with equal speed and precision. The two women moved gracefully, their movements a blend of agility and finesse.
On the other hand, the onlookers watched in awe, their earlier panic replaced by fascination. "I've never seen anything like this," one adventurer whispered, his eyes wide with amazement.
"It's like they're fighting their shadows," another remarked, captivated by the spectacle.
As the battles raged on, Michael and Gaya skillfully kept the doppelgangers from advancing towards the other adventurers, effectively protecting them from further harm.
"They're not just fighting for themselves, they're keeping us safe too," an elf observed, his voice filled with gratitude and respect.
In the midst of the intense battle, Gaya and her doppelganger exchanged rapid-fire crossbow bolts. With each pull of the trigger, bolts whizzed through the air, their paths intertwining and colliding mid-flight, shattering into splinters.
Gaya executed a series of rolls and flips, evading incoming bolts. Each time she landed, she fired back instantly, her bolts aimed with precision. Her doppelganger matched her agility, mirroring her acrobatics with fluid, ghostly grace.
Meanwhile, Michael engaged his doppelganger in a high-speed melee. He spun, his swords extended, aiming to catch the doppelganger off-guard. The doppelganger copied Michael's move as their blades created arcs of blackness in the air. Michael feinted to the left, then lunged right, but his doppelganger anticipated every move, their swords clashing with a metallic ring. This chapter made its debut appearance via N0v3lB1n.
"Fuck, they're too in sync!" Gaya cursed as she reloaded, ducking under a bolt from her doppelganger.
In the midst of the chaos, it was evident that Michael and Gaya's actions, while protective, were not intentionally so. They were tactically maneuvering, biding their time, trying to formulate a plan to outwit their doppelgangers.
Every time Michael made a strategic move to advance on Gaya's doppelganger, his own doppelganger intensified its assault, preventing him from getting too close. The doppelganger's relentless attacks forced Michael to focus on defense, hindering his ability to aid Gaya.
Quickly seizing the moment, Michael's doppelganger resumed its attack, closing the distance between them with a sudden burst of speed. The two engaged once again in a fierce melee, their swords clashing with renewed intensity.
The doppelganger's movements were swift and precise, mirroring Michael's combat style but with an added layer of aggression and resilience. Michael parried and dodged, his mind working overtime to find an opening, a weakness in this seemingly stronger version of himself.
The adventurers watched the renewed battle with a mix of awe and anxiety. "He's still fighting, but that doppelganger... it's like fighting a shadow," one remarked.
"Can they really beat it?" another whispered, doubt creeping into his voice.
When Gaya noticed the crowd of adventurers had ceased their attacks and were now merely spectators to the intense battle, felt a surge of anger. "You assholes need to jump in!" she shouted at them, her voice laced with frustration and urgency. "Or when we die, you're next!"
Her words seemed to snap some of the adventurers out of their trance. "Damn, she is right,"
"We need to gang up on him!"
A couple of them quickly nodded in agreement, realizing the gravity of the situation. They readied their weapons and spells, joining the fray to gang up on Michael's doppelganger.
. "Luminous Arcanum!" An elf mage stepped forward and cast a spell, releasing a beam of bright light that shot towards the doppelganger. The light illuminated the hall, but the doppelganger nimbly dodged the beam, moving with a speed that matched Michael's.
A burly warrior, wielding a large hammer, charged at the doppelganger. "DIE!" he roared, swinging his hammer with a mighty force. The doppelganger parried the blow with its sword, the clash sending sparks flying.
Seizing the moment, Gaya fired another bolt, this time aiming for the doppelganger's leg. The bolt struck, but the doppelganger's reflexes were too quick, and it managed to sidestep the attack, barely missing the projectile.
"Keep pressing!" Michael shouted, engaging the doppelganger with a flurry of sword strikes. His blades moved in a blur, each strike precise and calculated. The doppelganger matched his every move, their swords ringing out in the hall.
On the other hand, a dwarf, seeing an opening, attempted a sneak attack. "Take this!" he yelled, lunging forward with his dagger. The doppelganger, however, seemed to anticipate the move, turning just in time to block the attack with its arm.
The battle became a chaotic melee, with spells and blows being exchanged rapidly. "Damn, it's like fighting a mirror!" one of the warriors exclaimed, panting from the exertion.
"We can't let up!" Gaya yelled, reloading her crossbow. "It's learning from every move we make!"
As the battle intensified, it became obvious that even a doppelganger armed solely with Michael's raw combat prowess was insanely powerful. Despite giving their all, the adventurers and Gaya, found themselves struggling to land even a single effective blow against it. The doppelganger's ability to mirror Michael's fighting style made it nearly invincible in hand-to-hand combat, causing the group to sweat and strain under the effort.
Witnessing this, Michael couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. The clear gap in power between him and the adventurers highlighted the stark difference between a god like him and mere mortals.
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Chapter 1199 Even the doppelganger is a badass
As the glow quickly faded from the eyes of Michael's doppelganger, the intensity of the battle escalated. Michael and his doppelganger engaged in a ferocious duel, their dual swords clashing in a deadly dance of steel and skill. Simultaneously, Gaya and her doppelganger squared off in their own battle, each wielding crossbows with lethal precision.
Michael moved with incredible agility, his swords slicing through the air as he matched his doppelganger's every move. The sound of their swords clashing rang out, a testament to their equal prowess. "You may look like me, but you'll never be me!" Michael calmly said, driving his swords forward in a series of swift, calculated strikes.
His doppelganger mirrored his actions perfectly, countering each attack with an identical move. The two figures moved in perfect synchronization, their swords a blur of motion.
Meanwhile, Gaya and her doppelganger engaged in a high-stakes game of cat and mouse, firing and dodging bolts. Gaya's fingers worked quickly to reload her crossbow, each shot aimed with deadly accuracy. "I fucking hate this," Gaya shouted, releasing a bolt that narrowly missed her doppelganger.
The doppelganger, not to be outdone, returned fire with equal speed and precision. The two women moved gracefully, their movements a blend of agility and finesse.
On the other hand, the onlookers watched in awe, their earlier panic replaced by fascination. "I've never seen anything like this," one adventurer whispered, his eyes wide with amazement.
"It's like they're fighting their shadows," another remarked, captivated by the spectacle.
As the battles raged on, Michael and Gaya skillfully kept the doppelgangers from advancing towards the other adventurers, effectively protecting them from further harm.
"They're not just fighting for themselves, they're keeping us safe too," an elf observed, his voice filled with gratitude and respect.
In the midst of the intense battle, Gaya and her doppelganger exchanged rapid-fire crossbow bolts. With each pull of the trigger, bolts whizzed through the air, their paths intertwining and colliding mid-flight, shattering into splinters.
Gaya executed a series of rolls and flips, evading incoming bolts. Each time she landed, she fired back instantly, her bolts aimed with precision. Her doppelganger matched her agility, mirroring her acrobatics with fluid, ghostly grace.
Meanwhile, Michael engaged his doppelganger in a high-speed melee. He spun, his swords extended, aiming to catch the doppelganger off-guard. The doppelganger copied Michael's move as their blades created arcs of blackness in the air. Michael feinted to the left, then lunged right, but his doppelganger anticipated every move, their swords clashing with a metallic ring. This chapter made its debut appearance via N0v3lB1n.
"Fuck, they're too in sync!" Gaya cursed as she reloaded, ducking under a bolt from her doppelganger.
In the midst of the chaos, it was evident that Michael and Gaya's actions, while protective, were not intentionally so. They were tactically maneuvering, biding their time, trying to formulate a plan to outwit their doppelgangers.
Every time Michael made a strategic move to advance on Gaya's doppelganger, his own doppelganger intensified its assault, preventing him from getting too close. The doppelganger's relentless attacks forced Michael to focus on defense, hindering his ability to aid Gaya.
Quickly seizing the moment, Michael's doppelganger resumed its attack, closing the distance between them with a sudden burst of speed. The two engaged once again in a fierce melee, their swords clashing with renewed intensity.
The doppelganger's movements were swift and precise, mirroring Michael's combat style but with an added layer of aggression and resilience. Michael parried and dodged, his mind working overtime to find an opening, a weakness in this seemingly stronger version of himself.
The adventurers watched the renewed battle with a mix of awe and anxiety. "He's still fighting, but that doppelganger... it's like fighting a shadow," one remarked.
"Can they really beat it?" another whispered, doubt creeping into his voice.
When Gaya noticed the crowd of adventurers had ceased their attacks and were now merely spectators to the intense battle, felt a surge of anger. "You assholes need to jump in!" she shouted at them, her voice laced with frustration and urgency. "Or when we die, you're next!"
Her words seemed to snap some of the adventurers out of their trance. "Damn, she is right,"
"We need to gang up on him!"
A couple of them quickly nodded in agreement, realizing the gravity of the situation. They readied their weapons and spells, joining the fray to gang up on Michael's doppelganger.
. "Luminous Arcanum!" An elf mage stepped forward and cast a spell, releasing a beam of bright light that shot towards the doppelganger. The light illuminated the hall, but the doppelganger nimbly dodged the beam, moving with a speed that matched Michael's.
A burly warrior, wielding a large hammer, charged at the doppelganger. "DIE!" he roared, swinging his hammer with a mighty force. The doppelganger parried the blow with its sword, the clash sending sparks flying.
Seizing the moment, Gaya fired another bolt, this time aiming for the doppelganger's leg. The bolt struck, but the doppelganger's reflexes were too quick, and it managed to sidestep the attack, barely missing the projectile.
"Keep pressing!" Michael shouted, engaging the doppelganger with a flurry of sword strikes. His blades moved in a blur, each strike precise and calculated. The doppelganger matched his every move, their swords ringing out in the hall.
On the other hand, a dwarf, seeing an opening, attempted a sneak attack. "Take this!" he yelled, lunging forward with his dagger. The doppelganger, however, seemed to anticipate the move, turning just in time to block the attack with its arm.
The battle became a chaotic melee, with spells and blows being exchanged rapidly. "Damn, it's like fighting a mirror!" one of the warriors exclaimed, panting from the exertion.
"We can't let up!" Gaya yelled, reloading her crossbow. "It's learning from every move we make!"
As the battle intensified, it became obvious that even a doppelganger armed solely with Michael's raw combat prowess was insanely powerful. Despite giving their all, the adventurers and Gaya, found themselves struggling to land even a single effective blow against it. The doppelganger's ability to mirror Michael's fighting style made it nearly invincible in hand-to-hand combat, causing the group to sweat and strain under the effort.
Witnessing this, Michael couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. The clear gap in power between him and the adventurers highlighted the stark difference between a god like him and mere mortals.
Chapter 1199 Even the doppelganger is a badass As the glow quickly faded from the eyes of Michael's doppelganger, the intensity of the battle escalated. Michael and his doppelganger engaged in a ferocious duel, their dual swords clashing in a deadly dance of steel and skill. Simultaneously, Gaya and her doppelganger squared off in their own battle, each wielding crossbows with lethal precision. Michael moved with incredible agility, his swords slicing through the air as he matched his doppelganger's every move. The sound of their swords clashing rang out, a testament to their equal prowess. "You may look like me, but you'll never be me!" Michael calmly said, driving his swords forward in a series of swift, calculated strikes. His doppelganger mirrored his actions perfectly, countering each attack with an identical move. The two figures moved in perfect synchronization, their swords a blur of motion. Meanwhile, Gaya and her doppelganger engaged in a high-stakes game of cat and mouse, firing and dodging bolts. Gaya's fingers worked quickly to reload her crossbow, each shot aimed with deadly accuracy. "I fucking hate this," Gaya shouted, releasing a bolt that narrowly missed her doppelganger. The doppelganger, not to be outdone, returned fire with equal speed and precision. The two women moved gracefully, their movements a blend of agility and finesse. On the other hand, the onlookers watched in awe, their earlier panic replaced by fascination. "I've never seen anything like this," one adventurer whispered, his eyes wide with amazement. "It's like they're fighting their shadows," another remarked, captivated by the spectacle. As the battles raged on, Michael and Gaya skillfully kept the doppelgangers from advancing towards the other adventurers, effectively protecting them from further harm. "They're not just fighting for themselves, they're keeping us safe too," an elf observed, his voice filled with gratitude and respect. In the midst of the intense battle, Gaya and her doppelganger exchanged rapid-fire crossbow bolts. With each pull of the trigger, bolts whizzed through the air, their paths intertwining and colliding mid-flight, shattering into splinters. Gaya executed a series of rolls and flips, evading incoming bolts. Each time she landed, she fired back instantly, her bolts aimed with precision. Her doppelganger matched her agility, mirroring her acrobatics with fluid, ghostly grace. Meanwhile, Michael engaged his doppelganger in a high-speed melee. He spun, his swords extended, aiming to catch the doppelganger off-guard. The doppelganger copied Michael's move as their blades created arcs of blackness in the air. Michael feinted to the left, then lunged right, but his doppelganger anticipated every move, their swords clashing with a metallic ring. This chapter made its debut appearance via N0v3lB1n."Fuck, they're too in sync!" Gaya cursed as she reloaded, ducking under a bolt from her doppelganger. In the midst of the chaos, it was evident that Michael and Gaya's actions, while protective, were not intentionally so. They were tactically maneuvering, biding their time, trying to formulate a plan to outwit their doppelgangers. Every time Michael made a strategic move to advance on Gaya's doppelganger, his own doppelganger intensified its assault, preventing him from getting too close. The doppelganger's relentless attacks forced Michael to focus on defense, hindering his ability to aid Gaya. Quickly seizing the moment, Michael's doppelganger resumed its attack, closing the distance between them with a sudden burst of speed. The two engaged once again in a fierce melee, their swords clashing with renewed intensity. The doppelganger's movements were swift and precise, mirroring Michael's combat style but with an added layer of aggression and resilience. Michael parried and dodged, his mind working overtime to find an opening, a weakness in this seemingly stronger version of himself. The adventurers watched the renewed battle with a mix of awe and anxiety. "He's still fighting, but that doppelganger... it's like fighting a shadow," one remarked. "Can they really beat it?" another whispered, doubt creeping into his voice. When Gaya noticed the crowd of adventurers had ceased their attacks and were now merely spectators to the intense battle, felt a surge of anger. "You assholes need to jump in!" she shouted at them, her voice laced with frustration and urgency. "Or when we die, you're next!" Her words seemed to snap some of the adventurers out of their trance. "Damn, she is right," "We need to gang up on him!" A couple of them quickly nodded in agreement, realizing the gravity of the situation. They readied their weapons and spells, joining the fray to gang up on Michael's doppelganger. . "Luminous Arcanum!" An elf mage stepped forward and cast a spell, releasing a beam of bright light that shot towards the doppelganger. The light illuminated the hall, but the doppelganger nimbly dodged the beam, moving with a speed that matched Michael's. A burly warrior, wielding a large hammer, charged at the doppelganger. "DIE!" he roared, swinging his hammer with a mighty force. The doppelganger parried the blow with its sword, the clash sending sparks flying. Seizing the moment, Gaya fired another bolt, this time aiming for the doppelganger's leg. The bolt struck, but the doppelganger's reflexes were too quick, and it managed to sidestep the attack, barely missing the projectile. "Keep pressing!" Michael shouted, engaging the doppelganger with a flurry of sword strikes. His blades moved in a blur, each strike precise and calculated. The doppelganger matched his every move, their swords ringing out in the hall. On the other hand, a dwarf, seeing an opening, attempted a sneak attack. "Take this!" he yelled, lunging forward with his dagger. The doppelganger, however, seemed to anticipate the move, turning just in time to block the attack with its arm. The battle became a chaotic melee, with spells and blows being exchanged rapidly. "Damn, it's like fighting a mirror!" one of the warriors exclaimed, panting from the exertion. "We can't let up!" Gaya yelled, reloading her crossbow. "It's learning from every move we make!" As the battle intensified, it became obvious that even a doppelganger armed solely with Michael's raw combat prowess was insanely powerful. Despite giving their all, the adventurers and Gaya, found themselves struggling to land even a single effective blow against it. The doppelganger's ability to mirror Michael's fighting style made it nearly invincible in hand-to-hand combat, causing the group to sweat and strain under the effort. Witnessing this, Michael couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. The clear gap in power between him and the adventurers highlighted the stark difference between a god like him and mere mortals.
