Chapter 18：Isolation Training Space (2) (2/2)
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The system was aware of Miaomiao's plan, so it advised him that it was a bad idea.
Miaomiao came back to his senses. He facepalmed again, realizing his mistake. When he was practicing martial arts in the previous world, his mentors kept reminding him that he shouldn't take shortcuts, such as taking stimulants or drugs to boost his performance in official matches. Miaomiao had just recalled this teaching.
”Ugh, fine!” Miaomiao chose 100% mode and picked the default weapon for Qing Yong, the 90cm blade. He pressed [Summon] without caring if he could defeat Qing Yong or not.
Miaomiao's sparring partner manifested. Qing Yong's clone appeared with his dadao and hard leather armor gears.
”Come!”
Even though Miaomiao was still naked, he got into a fighting stance, getting ready to defend against a weapon attack.
Qing Yong glared at Miaomiao and lowered his stance. He drew his large saber sideway.
Then, he kicked the ground, charging at Miaomiao from the front.
Seeing the oncoming saber user, Miaomiao focused on Qing Yong's weapon.
But the clone didn't move his saber. He pointed his palm, aiming at Miaomiao's face.
After getting struck by Xu Xiuying's ice bullets too many times, Miaomiao learned that this move indicated an oncoming magic skill. He tilted his head to avoid Qing Yong palm.
*ZAAA*
Betraying Miaomiao's expectation, water gushed out of Qing Yong's palm. Even if it hit Miaomiao, it was harmless.
But Miaomiao had lost his momentum. Qing Yong rotated his shoulders as he swung his giant blade. Light blue aura covered the dadao as it suddenly increased the weapon trajectory speed.
*SWUA*
The blade sliced through Miaomiao's left forearm, severing it from the latter's elbow.
Miaomiao stared at his lost arm in shock as Qing Yong's speed suddenly increased. When he looked back at Qing Yong's face, the latter already corrected his stance for another strike.
*SWUA*
Qing Yong cleaved Miaomiao in half, splitting the latter's body into two.
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Miaomiao was respawned 3 seconds later. He sat up and stared at Qing Yong in disbelief.
”WHAT THE HELL!? WASN'T HE WEAKER THAN THIS WHEN I FOUGHT HIM!?”
On the grassland, Qing Yong's movement was rigid and slow, but this clone's skill and speed were far superior to the original.
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”But Qing Yong was much weaker!”
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In other words, the original Qing Yong was a delinquent slacker that hadn't completely mastered his crafts, but the clone was the embodiment of a master with Qing Yong's physique, secret techniques, and cultivation base.
Miaomiao's jaw dropped in astonishment and awe. He understood it now as he used to fight hoodlums and professional fighters. Of course, the professional fighters were a lot stronger than inexperienced thugs even if the latter had the same physique as the pros. The factor was the mastery of their techniques, and the system made it clear.
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Miaomiao sighed and gave up trying to pick a fight with 100%-mode Qing Yong for now. He unsummoned the clone and searched for the weakest cultivator in the list as he didn't believe that he couldn't beat a child with 200% difficulty mode. Moreover, he wanted to test what kind of monster he would encounter.
It wasn't hard to find another opponent. There were a few children on the list with level 1 cultivation base.
Miaomiao picked a 6-year-old boy as his opponent and set the difficulty to 200%. It was a despicable move as he had to kill a clone of an innocent boy to gauge his strength against the system A.I.
A dirty boy in ragged beggar-like clothes appeared. He was 110cm tall with a lanky constitution because of his malnourishment. However, he came with a short knife in his hand.
Miaomiao got into a fighting stance again. He didn't let his guard down as he treated the boy as a psychopath with a weapon.
”Come! I don't believe that I can't even beat a child here!”