The conical fla stood at 2 ters high and stretched 20 ters long.
Within a 50 angle, the entire prison was covered.
Jason, shielding Taniel, froze for a mont.
It wasn’t due to the fla’s imnse power, as Jason was currently reinforced with bullet-level defense from [Horizontal Training], explosive-level defense from [Titanium Ultimate Body], and above war machine-level defense from [Dragon Battle Pattern Prusu Griffin Mist Concealnt Body Forging Technique], making his defense capable of ignoring the high temperature that could lt steel in front of him.
He was startled because the fla was too familiar.
[Charles Burning Technique]!
The [Charles Burning Technique] from before rging with [Dragon Fla Technique]!
However, the [Charles Burning Technique] did not exist in the replica world here!
In an instant!
Many thoughts crossed Jason’s mind.
He gazed at the counterfeit ‘Jason,’ eyes narrowing slightly.
A gaze that emanated an unprecedented chill.
That was pure killing intent.
"I’ve finally waited for you!”
Jason spoke word by word, a shadow as dark as ink began to manifest behind him, a massive apparition looming over the entire prison, and the pressure of a predator at the top of the endless food chain surged outwards like a flood breaching a dam.
Taniel’s eyes rolled back, and he fainted straight away.
And it wasn’t just Taniel.
Centered at this farm, the nearby bandits drawn by the commotion fell down like fields of wheat.
The livestock in the farm collapsed onto the ground, losing control of their bowels.
In the distant forests, birds took flight and beasts howled in anguish.
But it was only for a mont, and then silence reigned.
As if they had calmly accepted fate.
The fate of becoming food.
This was the instinct of the animals.
The instinct after their survival instincts were suppressed.
However, the counterfeit was different.
He smirked as he stepped forward.
A shadow identical to the massive black shadow behind Jason appeared just like that.
"Waited for ?”
"You knew?”
"You knew all about this?”
The counterfeit ‘Jason’ asked, his gaze vicious. .
As if thinking Jason was bluffing.
"Of course!”
Jason replied with a calm tone.
"Then can you enlighten ?”
"When did you find out?”
"And exactly why?”
The other party continued to ask.
"I was at…”
Jason smiled and continued speaking, but halfway through his words, he vanished without a trace, and at the sa ti—
Bang!
Clang!
A muffled sound like tal clashing ca from the counterfeit ‘Jason’s’ abdon.
The fake ‘Jason’ crashed towards the wall behind him like a soccer ball.
Boom!
An imprint of a human figure imdiately appeared on the solid wall.
"Ambush? Isn’t this just despicable, shaless, and underhanded?”
The counterfeit ‘Jason’s’ voice ca from the deep pit; he wore a grim face, raised a hand to grip the edge of the wall, and forcefully ‘pulled’ himself out, covered in dust, looking utterly disheveled. ɽᴀNőꞖЁs
Nonetheless, the counterfeit had a smile at the corner of his mouth.
"That’s why I said we’re exactly the sa!”
"Appearance, personality, and…”
"Ability!”
As he spoke, the counterfeit ‘Jason’ raised a hand.
Whoosh!
A fierce fla ignited.
Then, the fla dissipated without a trace.
Transforming into a Silver Strike, it brushed past Jason’s body and embedded itself in the wall behind.
Seeing the motionless Jason, the counterfeit raised an eyebrow.
"Don’t you want to say sothing?”
"Ah yes.”
"According to your logic, not divulging answers to the enemy is the best choice.”
"Such a nasty personality.”
"But…”
"I like it!”
"After all, we’re the sa!”
The counterfeit ‘Jason’ grinned broadly.
Jason rely sighed softly.
"The sa, huh?”
"Do you know when I found out?”
Jason asked.
Instantly, the counterfeit ‘Jason’s’ smile froze.
"When?”
Asked the counterfeit ‘Jason’ with all seriousness.
His words carried a hint of bitterness.
His eyes showed slight evasiveness.
As if the question had humiliated him.
Jason looked at the counterfeit ‘Jason’ and couldn’t help but laugh.
"Even now, you’re still pretending.”
"Didn’t you say our looks, personalities, and abilities are the sa?”
"Didn’t you claim you know better than myself?”
"Then you should naturally know this answer.”
"But why are you avoiding it?”
"Because you’re running away.”
"Because it’s the only difference between us.”
Jason said, shaking his head at the counterfeit ‘Jason,’ as if watching a poor, unqualified performance.
His heart full of disappointnt.
This expression provoked the counterfeit.
"You just got lucky!”
"Just lucky!”
"If I had your luck, I’d do much better than you!”
The counterfeit ‘Jason’ roared.
But Jason didn’t want to listen anymore.
Hearing more would just be the howls of a defeated dog.
Hearing more would just be useless excuses.
Hearing more took less than a punch to shut down.
Bang!
Fists collided.
Rumble!
An unusual explosion sounds echoed within Jason and ‘Jason’s’ bodies.
Cold frost.
Poisonous breath.
Fiery energy.
Amid swirling whirlwinds, they manifested both inside and outside.
The hardened bodies, strengthened by [Horizontal Training] and [Titanium Ultimate Body], beca even tougher, sparks began to appear on the surface of Jason and ‘Jason’s’ bodies.
A short-handled, broad blade cleaver hidden within the punches and kicks.
Occasionally, a slash would co out, as lethal and sinister as a venomous snake.
Yet, it still failed to break through the defense.
Even with skills like [Charles Burning Technique] and [Mist Concealnt] used consecutively, it remained the sa.
As if two iron blocks were endlessly colliding.
The sound was loud, the commotion great.
Sparks flew.
However, the damage to each other was next to none.
Jason, who had anticipated this, wasn’t anxious and continued to advance with punch after punch.
anwhile, ‘Jason’s’ expression showed urgency.
Every second ticked by.
The battle between Jason and ‘Jason’ continued.
Their resilient defenses finally breached under the relentless blows.
Attack from the wound!
This was a mutual choice by Jason and ‘Jason’.
But, the results were different.
Jason’s internal organs shattered.
Death lood, then resurrection on the spot.
‘Jason’s’ internal organs shattered.
Death lood, left half-dead.
The upper half may seem intact, but ‘Jason,’ whose insides were completely blasted apart, was hanging onto life purely through sheer willpower, glaring at Jason and shouting: “You guy relying on talent, you just got lucky, if I had your…”
Bang!
Jason stomped and crushed the opponent’s scarred head.
Death ca as promised.
The opponent dissolved into glittering powder, then vanished.
"Luck?”
"That’s also an important component of strength.”
Jason said.
Then, added in his heart—
"And my talent was what made cautious when I picked up that black notebook yet didn’t sll any ‘food’ scent.”
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