Seeing Wenwen's curiosity outweighing his surprise, the Faceless Demon asked, "You don't seem shocked at all that I've become like you."
Wenwen waved his hand and said, "Encountering another version of oneself, the first time would be extremely shocking and chaotic. The second time, it feels a bit better. As for the third time… I'm just curious if you are truly like me."
"Whether we are alike or not, you'll know soon enough!"
The Faceless Demon brandished his greatsword and charged towards Wenwen, purple-black energy currents propelling him forward from behind. His stance and movements were exactly like Wenwen's before!
Wenwen's pupils contracted slightly. He stepped aside, blocking the Faceless Demon's sword with his own greatsword, then slashed down. However, the Faceless Demon skillfully parried it.
Then, the Faceless Demon pressed his attack, his greatsword dancing in a continuous flurry. The way he wielded his sword was identical to Wenwen's!
"Besides appearance, can it even copy abilities… No, it's just imitation."
"Its power should be a very flexible ability, capable of mimicking various attacks, but the essence of its strength is still that purple-black energy…"
"But to think it could win against me just by imitating… That's a pipe dream!"
As he spoke, Wenwen had retreated dozens of meters. Everything along his path was destroyed by the clash of their greatswords.
Wenwen's gaze sharpened. He gripped his greatsword with both hands and brought it down with a fierce slash. The greatsword in the Faceless Demon's hand was immediately cleaved in two, a deep wound appearing on its chest. Then, Wenwen kicked it flying.
That was the Wu Ming Swordplay...
Because he was the one who understood his own situation most profoundly.