Jian Yan felt his heartbeat.
From the moment he became conscious, he had been the villainous boss in this place, his mission to kill. He was accustomed to deceiving people with different masks, then killing them.
He had never considered himself human. He had no heartbeat, felt no pain, bled no blood.
Even if he did, he was only faking it.
But now, this heartbeat was not fake. He couldn't even convince himself it was.
"Thump, thump, thump."
It was incredibly fierce, impossible to ignore.
Inside his head, a tiny figure kept shouting, "She likes me, she likes me, she likes me!"
It made him so excited he wanted to shout out loud.
So happy!
Fireworks bloomed in his heart, and he wished he could spin in place, shout three times, and announce it to the world!
She likes me!
On the surface, however, only his earlobes flushed, and he dared not look at her.
Zhuo Jin also remained silent.
After walking a bit further, he suppressed the shyness in his heart and spoke somewhat awkwardly, "You, did you mean what you just said?"
"No."
"Ah!"
If the system were here, it would be giving frantic warnings.
"You lied to me!"
He stopped, released his hand, and stared at Zhuo Jin in disbelief, "You actually lied to me!"
Jian Yan was furious inside.
He was so happy, yet this woman had deceived him.
It was truly unforgivable.
Just as he was about to act in his extreme anger, Zhuo Jin suddenly pulled him into an embrace, spun sideways, and a ball of red light struck where she had just stood.
She lowered her head and whispered in his ear, "Not like, it's love."
While Jian Yan was still stunned, she put him down and looked towards the other end of the corridor.
Another Zhuo Jin.
Behind her were the people Zhuo Jin had driven away earlier, along with "Zhan Ying."
This was the first time others had seen a replica and the original standing together.
The scene was somewhat eerie.
This also made them completely believe in the existence of replicas.
The woman opposite, identical to Zhuo Jin, held a long sword. This sword wasn't the condensed sword light Zhuo Jin used; it was a real sword.
The blade was sharp and seemed to exude pressure. In her hand, it held an aura of facing ten thousand enemies alone. Currently, the long sword was pointed at Zhuo Jin.
"You want to kill me."
Zhuo Jin directly charged forward with her sword.
The long sword aimed directly at Zhuo Jin's vital point. As it approached, Zhuo Jin spun and kicked it away. She flew into the air, and condensed firelight struck the replica.
The replica also dodged with ease.
At the same time, her wrist twisted, creating a sword flower, and a dazzling display of sword shadows relentlessly attacked Zhuo Jin.
Jian Yan, who had just been flustered and blushing, saw his partner being bullied and immediately wanted to rush forward to help.
Zhuo Jin roared, "Stand still and don't move!"
The replica said frantically, "You're helping her, have you forgotten how this woman treated you?"
Everyone was bewildered.
Qin Lu and the other two thought there was some unspeakable love-hate entanglement between them. Nan Bei also thought so.
But shouldn't the replica and the original have the same thoughts and feelings?
Why would there be such love and hate?
They could only see afterimages of the two fighting. When they occasionally slowed down enough to see the people, they couldn't determine who was winning.
Sword shadows and firelight continuously intertwined, as two identical figures fought ferociously.
When the pace slowed again, they saw the replica forcing Zhuo Jin to retreat. The long sword pressed forward, and in the next second, it could have run Zhuo Jin through.
"No!"
"Careful!"
The former was Nan Bei, the latter was Jian Yan.
They both charged forward, but a red silhouette moved faster than them.
"Clang!"
Two long swords clashed. The fake one instantly split in two. The red-glowing long sword didn't stop, and turned to attack the replica.
Her own weapon was gone, but the opponent's was not. Knowing she was at a disadvantage, she stopped.
This time, Zhuo Jin's sword was pointed at her.
"You're not using it anymore?"
Zhuo Jin's expression was calm. "I'm not."
The replica glared with fury.
But she was astute and did not intend to prolong the struggle. She retreated, leaving behind a parting threat, "Zhuo Jin, I'll wait for you at the finish line!"