Chapter 156: Chapter 129: Transforr (2)
"You might have peeked at so fragnts from my mind, but your understanding of those fragnts is not as deep as you pretend. You are not as knowledgeable about my past and the otherworld as you claim, are you?"
Lady Allen’s expression slightly stiffened; she could only read the most superficial information.
She wisely didn’t refute directly, only saying, "What nonsense are you talking about, child?"
"If you could truly read my mind, you would know I am not soone who is easily scared away."
Ron’s voice grew more confident:
"Now, let
guess your truth—you are a special extraordinary item, capable of transforming and peeking into so target’s mories, accumulating energy by devouring souls."
Ron looked around at the various bizarre items displayed:
"And this ’Maze Pawnshop’ is just a trap you set up to collect the necessary soul energy."
Lady Allen’s face began to twist, and her voice beca less amiable:
"Smart little fellow, much sharper than I expected, so in that case..."
With a strange hum, Lady Allen’s form completely disintegrated, replaced by a mass of translucent, constantly writhing leather-like substance.
It twisted and deford in the air, eventually consolidating into Ron’s form: from hair to clothing, even the determination in his eyes was identical.
"I had intended to give you a dignified exit opportunity."
The being shaped like Ron spoke, its voice completely identical: "But since you’re bent on seeking death, then..."
It suddenly raised its hand, and a sound wave vibration shot straight at Ron!
Ron sidestepped to dodge, simultaneously deploying his own sound wave vibration in counterattack.
The two invisible energy waves collided in the air, sending ripples visible to the naked eye, the shockwave shattering several jars on the walls.
"It’s useless." The transforr revealed a cold smile identical to Ron’s:
"I can perfectly replicate every ability, every skill you have."
In its hand suddenly appeared a weapon identical to Ron’s Ironwood Sword, even flashing with the sa anti-magic runes:
"Co, let’s see who’s the stronger Ron Ralph!"
Ron quickly adjusted his breathing, bringing his body into the optimal state with the Crown Breathing Technique.
anwhile, he noticed Andre still standing motionless like a statue, evidently bound by so strong spiritual control.
"Rest assured, he has been completely hypnotized by ."
The transforr said, its voice completely identical to Ron’s: "This is a contest between us, no outsider interference needed."
With that, it thrust its blade with the sa sword montum as Ron’s.
Ron raised his sword to parry, the two Ironwood Swords clashing, erupting in dazzling sparks and a sharp tallic collision sound.
At the mont the blades t, Ron could clearly feel the powerful force contained within the opponent’s sword form, almost equivalent to the great increase in power after he transford into a Bloodline Knight.
Every strike of the transforr was extraordinarily precise, its sword tip always aid at Ron’s vitals, forcing him to constantly shift defensive stances.
"Every breathing rhythm, every swordsmanship move of yours, I know it all."
The transforr’s voice ca from between the interlocked blades, with a tone of mockery: "You cannot defeat your own shadow."
Ron remained unfazed, gripping the sword hilt tightly with both hands, spiritual power and bloodline power surging simultaneously within him.
He tried to break the opponent’s attack rhythm with the special rhythm of the Crown Breathing Technique, while avoiding getting caught in the transforr’s rhythm.
The transforr seed to perceive Ron’s intent and changed its attack pattern three tis in succession.
The sword montum was like a violent storm, each strike carrying a crimson burning magic power, slicing through the air with a sharp whistle.
Ron was forced to retreat continuously, until his back against a wall of the pawnshop, unable to retreat further.
"Backed into a corner now?" The transforr sneered, its sword tip aid straight at Ron’s throat:
"With skills like these, you think you can beco my master?"
Ron calmly watched the transforr, attempting to deploy the Ring of Brilliance, hoping to break the opponent’s defense.
Golden-red energy condensed in his palm, swiftly expanding into a bright ring sweeping towards the transforr.
The ring cut through the air, stirring up a hot wave, illuminating the entire dim interior of the pawnshop.
However, to everyone’s shock, the transforr also condensed an identical ring.
The two energy rings collided in the air, creating a deafening explosion, neutralizing each other, transforming into a sky full of golden-red light fragnts.
"I already told you, I can perfectly replicate every ability of yours."
The transforr repeated smugly to exert psychological pressure on him, a sneer appeared on its face that Ron never had:
"Whatever technique you use, whatever magic you cast, I can counter with equal or even greater power!"
Ron’s heart sank.
He was indeed at a disadvantage in battle: the transforr not only replicated his appearance and abilities, but even mimicked his thought process uncannily.
What’s worse, the transforr seed to possess a more abundant energy reserve, each attack filled with frenzy, and showed no signs of fatigue.
Their battle spread from inside the pawnshop to the alley outside.
The clashing sound of swords echoed in the narrow space, magic energy fluctuations causing the surrounding walls to emit dust and rock shards to break free and scatter everywhere.
Ron unleashed a series of precise sword strikes, each targeting the transforr’s vital spots, the sword montum like flowing clouds and water, continuous and unending.
The intricacy of the Corona Swordsmanship was fully displayed at this mont, the sword edge traced a complex and beautiful arc in the air, intertwined with light and shadow, like a deadly dance.
But the transforr could always perfectly defend with the sa moves and even find opportunities to counterattack.
Its movents were so smooth, as if it already anticipated Ron’s every intention.
"How is it, starting to feel despair now?"
The transforr taunted, its sword blade igniting a deeper crimson hue—that was the manifestation after fully activating the Red Blood Flying Dragon Bloodline:
"I not only possess all your abilities but also powers that you are unaware of!"
Ron was compelled to retreat, sweat soaking through his clothes, his breathing becoming labored.
He attempted all the skills and spells he master, but the transforr could always counter them and even retaliate with faster speed and greater force.
What was more concerning was that he could feel his stamina depleting rapidly.
Both his muscles and spirit started signaling fatigue, while the transforr seed to have endless vitality, its offensive growing more ferocious.
"You are Ron Ralph, but you are not the best Ron Ralph." The transforr’s voice echoed in the alley:
"I have all your power, plus the energy I’ve collected before to support it, how could you possibly defeat !"
A strong sound wave vibration suddenly struck, Ron had no ti to fully evade, getting partly hit, his body crashing into the wall, the trendous impact almost suffocating him, a trickle of blood erging from the corner of his mouth.
The transforr slowly approached, its steps steady and exuding a sense of oppression, a victorious smile on its face, each step causing the ground to tremble slightly:
"Accept the reality, you are no match for ."
Ron slowly exhaled, activating the scales armor and self-healing effects brought by the ’Red Blood Flying Dragon’ bloodline, so his injuries were far from dire.
His hand quietly reached into his bosom, knowing he carried sothing the opponent absolutely did not have...
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