The duplicate looked at Henry with a sinister smile.
"You should be quite familiar with this, shouldn't you?" he taunted, slowly drawing a diamond sword from behind.
"Though I can't fulfill Mr. A's mission exactly as planned, the sensation of defeating you head-on isn't half bad. Let me claim your soul and take over your body to report success to Mr. A!"
In an instant, the duplicate charged fiercely towards Henry.
Forced into a corner, Henry took a deep breath and prepared for battle.
Their diamond swords clashed in the air, sparking intensely.
As Henry forcefully expelled a mouthful of blood, the dark crimson splatter marred the arena's floor, a stark testament to the brutal intensity of the clash.
The adversary he faced, his own duplicate, wielded a strength that outmatched his, an unnerving advantage that seemed to be a gift from the enigmatic Mr. A himself.
