The plan was good, but when Xiao Lin faced his own clone, the pressure was even greater than before. The clone did not look any different from himself other than the listless gaze. It was like looking in a mirror, making Xiao Lin feel uncomfortable. No one wished for another one of themselves in the world.
That was why Xiao Lin would not give any quarter to his opponent, but he quickly realized that it was not just speed. He was even completely oppressed when it came to power.
Every time their swords clashed, Xiao Lin would be forced back. The difference shocked Xiao Lin; if they were perfect clones, why could he not beat his opponent?
If Basic Swordsmanship was at MAX, Xiao Lin's blade would not only be accurate, it was strong as well, but every single one of his slashes would be accurately predicted and stopped. On the other hand, he could predict the clone's movements as well, but even if he did, he found it hard to defend.
