According to Yue Yang’s imagination, the best thing for a breakthrough at this juncture was obviously by being pushed down by this Heavenly Sword Goddess big sister.
Of course, the possibility of being pushed down by her was not high.
Yue Yang’s thoughts were, rather than waiting for her to help him, he should just take the initiative himself and be the one to push her down. As for the difficulty level of pushing her down, it wasn’t exactly too high. He reckoned that the difficulty level would probably be just a little lower than instantaneously killing the Demon King Ha Xin. How little is little exactly? It wasn’t that much, really. Yue Yang’s perception of little meant ninety nine thousand nine hundred and ninety nine times more than difficult; it’s not even one hundred thousand times.
The Heavenly Sword Goddess had a temper of her own. Yue Yang had really wanted to rush over to her, hug her thighs and cry “Wifey I’m here!” while taking advantage of her.
However, she did not give him the chance to do anything; with just a point of her beautiful fingers, countless colourful rays of light suddenly burst forth as they gathered and melded together to form the shape of a person.
It was a guy.
If the Heavenly Sword Goddess had created another guy in this world from her condensed energy, Yue Yang would have probably been mad with jealousy. However, the guy that was created did not make him angry at all… this was because that guy looked exactly like himself.
The Heavenly Sword Goddess then disappeared, while the ‘Yue Yang’ that was created from the condensed energy suddenly flew towards Yue Yang. At the same time, he shot Innate Invisible Sword Qi at him.
“I hate myself the most right now,”
At this moment, Yue Yang was extremely confused, frantic beyond compare.
This was because the Heavenly Sword Goddess had created a clone of himself. A clone that had the exact same abilities as him, who could unleash [Innate Invisible Sword Qi], [Mysterious Three Styles], [Nature’s Heart], and [Massacring Heart]… In any case, whatever Yue Yang could do, this clone could also do. He was a complete carbon copy of himself. The only difference was that this other identity of his had no sentience; the only instincts it had been given was to completely defeat Yue Yang. Right now, Yue Yang finally understood the Heavenly Sword Goddess’ training purpose. She wanted him to break through the Innate Invisible Sword Qi’s third layer. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to defeat his copy, that had the exact same abilities as himself.
“Wifey, I know you meant well, but could you at least welcome me home first the next time you appear? If this is the way you treat me everytime I see you, won’t my heart stop out of shock?” Yue Yang miserably tried to avoid his clone’s attacks. However, under his clone’s rain of attacks, he was almost left with no chance to counter and fight back.
Yue Yang quickly realised that with regards to the use of his skills, be it [Innate Invisible Sword Qi] or [Mysterious Three Styles], his clone had managed to utilise them at a high higher level of proficiency than he was able to.
It was only now Yue Yang finally realize how strong he was.
Only after being attacked by his clone, who had the same exact abilities as himself, did Yue Yang realize that his skills were simply too awesome.
However, both of them fighting spiritually simply had no meaning.
It was completely meaningless.
No matter how many times Yue Yang injured his clone or his clone injured him, the two would suffer the same exact injuries. The clone’s power was also linked to Yue Yang’s. Yue Yang would feel exhaustion if his clone used up his power… If he beat up his clone with all his might, Yue Yang would also feel his power consumed. In this space inside his consciousness, there was no real body, so the two identities fought with their spiritual body. Hence, there was no meaning to this fight at all. Heavenly Sword Goddess had only created a clone of Yue Yang to beat him up and force him to break through to a new level.
Yue Yang would be able to level up, but his clone, which was just a condensed form of energy without sentience, would never be able to.
As long as Yue Yang broke through the third layer, he would be able to defeat his clone easily.
“Heavens, how am I going to solve this problem today?” Yue Yang was deeply regretful in his heart. He thought that if he ever became powerful in the future, he would definitely catch the Heavenly Sword Goddess and spank her little butt hard. Her method of training was simply too vicious. If the Heavenly Sword Goddess had created a beautiful copy of herself instead, Yue Yang would probably be in a much better mood than he was now.
As Yue Yang daydreamed in his mind, in a moment of carelessness, he was attacked by his clone, who only had the instinct of attacking him continuously.
His clone charged over as he punched, kicked, kneed, and headbutted Yue Yang in a combo attack.
Even though it was