Upon hearing these words, Perry's face instantly turned pale, his body stiffened for a moment, and then he took a step back unconsciously, with cold sweat appearing on his forehead. He tried hard to smile, his voice trembling slightly: "Stop making such jokes. How could I not be Henry? You must have misunderstood..."
"Misunderstanding?" Joyce snorted coldly, his eyes as sharp as knives, ruthlessly breaking through his disguise: "Although you are wearing the positioning bracelet I gave you, you are indeed not Henry. If you want to imitate others, you should work harder and imitate better, you imitator."
Perry was stunned for a moment, and the disguise on his face began to fall apart. He suddenly let out a deep chuckle, and the originally familiar voice began to distort, becoming harsh and cold. His body slowly lifted up, and his skin melted like wax and fell to the ground, revealing his true appearance.
His body is slender, and his whole body is covered with a pure white smooth surface. He has no hair or even facial features, leaving only a twisted mouth on his face. The corners of his mouth were split to the base of his ears, revealing a row of sharp teeth. His laughter echoed in the cave and stung people's eardrums.
"Hehehe... Oh, my bad." The mimic tilted his head, his mouth cracked even wider, with a hint of weird provocation in his tone, "Where did I expose my flaw? Oh, doesn't he see tragedies? Novel?"
Mike calmly raised the weapon in his hand, without any wavering in his eyes: "That's not the case. Henry does like to read some tragic novels. But that's not the point."
Joyce took the words with a sarcastic and cold tone: "You're exposed because you don't have the aura of runes on you."
The Mimic's laughter suddenly stopped, and it tilted its head slightly, as if it was digesting this information.
Mike continued in a serious tone: "Henry's runes were just made today. Generally, people who are engraved with runes will exude some special aura. We have already discovered the abnormality as soon as you appeared. It's a pity that you imitated it too much. On the surface, I don't understand these details at all."
Joyce smiled coldly and looked directly at the Mimic, his eyes so sharp that they seemed to be able to pierce the essence behind its disguise. He continued to reveal without hesitation: "There is one more thing. Although Henry's personality and habits have indeed changed somewhat since he lost his memory, one characteristic has never changed - his sense of direction is ridiculously bad. Even if he is very familiar with it, On the way, he will also look around subconsciously, looking for landmarks to confirm the direction. How about you? You look like you are familiar with the road, and you walk so smoothly, which is completely unlike him. "
Joyce's words were resounding, and every sentence was filled with undoubted certainty. He slowly took a step closer to the mimic, with a sharp look in his eyes: "If Henry were here, even if he said he knew the way, he would unconsciously take a few more glances at the surrounding trees, stones, and even the things on the ground. Traces. He is afraid of getting lost, and he is not as confident as you. Even if there are no runes, I know you are fake from the moment you pretend to 'lead the way'."
The Mimic stood motionless, a subtle tension filling the air. Its white, faceless head turned slowly, as if trying to hide the fluctuations in its heart. It was silent for a while, and finally let out a deep laugh: "Haha... I didn't expect it, but many people have this habit, well, I really didn't imitate it well."
Its voice still contained an unconcealable mockery, but if you listened carefully, it also had a gloomy chill. "Sense of direction... this kind of trivial details can also be a flaw. It seems that I really underestimated you."
The mimic slowly raised his shoulders, his movements stiff but dangerous, as if he was preparing for an attack. Although it has no facial features, the face without facial features seems to be secretly brewing some emotion that cannot be ignored.
The Mimic's body began to expand rapidly, its slender limbs became more twisted, and its white shell cracked, revealing dark gray muscles and sharp bone spurs. Its face without facial features slowly twisted into a ferocious mouth, full of fangs, and its voice was hoarse and low: "Since you are so smart, let me give you two a little 'reward'."
Mike quickly stood next to Joyce, raised his weapon to block the front, and looked alert: "It's about to attack, pay attention to its speed!"
Joyce nodded, raising the weapon in his hand slightly. He stared at the Mimic's every move: "Don't give it any chance to change its form."
The copycat let out a weird laugh and suddenly threw his body towards the two of them. Its movement was so fast that it almost turned into a gust of wind, and its sharp claws drew a cold light in the air. Mike reacted quickly and blocked the Mimic's claw attack with his shield. The huge impact made him take a few steps back, but he managed to steady his steps: "This Mimic is stronger than expected, be careful!"
Joyce took the opportunity to walk around the side of the mimic and stabbed it in the ribs with his spear. But the Mimic seemed to be on guard. Its body twisted at an extremely unnatural angle, and its sharp tail swept towards Joyce like a poisonous snake. With quick eyesight and quick hands, Joyce quickly took a few steps back, holding the weapon in front of her, barely blocking the blow.
"It not only imitates the form, but also the fighting method is so difficult." Joyce gritted his teeth and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
"We must find its weakness." Mike reminded loudly while waving his weapon to suppress the mimic. He noticed that although the Mimic's attacks were swift and violent, its movements became slightly stiff after each transformation, as if it needed a moment to adjust its posture.
A cold light flashed in Joyce's eyes: "I understand, its body needs to adapt to the deformation. Hold it!"
Mike and Joyce spread out and gradually approached the Mimic. Although it was their first time working together, they had a tacit understanding to launch a pincer attack around the Mimic, taking turns trying to block its movements. Mike raised his shield to suppress the front of the Mimic, and swung it continuously with the shield, forcing it to retreat, while Joyce quickly attacked from the side, and the weapon brought a whistling wind and stabbed directly into the weak spot of the Mimic.
The Mimic's movements were extremely agile. Although it was slightly passive under the attack of the two men, it did not really lose its rhythm. It sometimes imitates Mike's shield defense, and sometimes imitates Joyce's flexible attack, as if the two people's fighting skills have been completely analyzed by it. Every time an attack landed, it was able to dodge by a hair's breadth, its movements almost desperate.
"This guy's speed is too fast!" Joyce cursed in a low voice, staring closely at the movements of the Mimic. The weapon in his hand thrust out continuously, trying to catch the Mimic's flaw every time, but its reaction was almost instantaneous.
Mike also felt the pressure. He raised his shield to block a claw swing from the Mimic. The powerful impact made his arm numb. Gritting his teeth to withstand the impact, Mike shouted: "Joyce, force it back further! Don't let it breathe!"
"Understood!" Joyce stepped forward quickly, stabbing the mimic's waist at a tricky angle with his weapon. However, the Mimic's movements suddenly became more flexible. It avoided the spear in a twisted posture that was completely different from that of humans. Then it suddenly turned around and struck back at Joyce with its claws.
Joyce quickly retreated to avoid the attack, but gained some distance as a result. The Mimic took the opportunity to turn to Mike, a cold murderous intent flashing in his eyes. Mike raised his shield to block the frontal attack, but the Mimic's movements were extremely cunning. It suddenly changed its attack direction by imitating Joyce's thrusting posture, and a sharp claw bypassed the shield and scratched Mike's arm.
"Hsss——" Mike groaned, feeling a sharp sting coming from his arm. Blood seeped from his sleeves and dripped down his shield to the ground.
Joyce's heart tightened when she saw this scene, and she asked with urgency in her voice, "Are you okay?"
"I can still hold on!" Mike growled, slamming his shield against the Mimic in an attempt to force it back, but the Mimic had already taken a step away, and its movements were still as nimble as ever, as if it was not suppressed by their offensive at all.
"This Mimic is not only fast, but also deliberately guides our movements so that we can't guard against it." Joyce frowned, secretly thinking of countermeasures, "We must find the flaws in its rhythm, otherwise sooner or later we will be defeated by it one by one!"
When the Mimic saw that Mike was injured, he let out a deep laugh, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice: "Stupid humans, you will only struggle in vain. Do you think you can defeat me with these poor coordination?"
Mike gritted his teeth, suppressed the pain in his arm, and whispered to Joyce: "Although its imitation is fast, it is not impeccable. We must find a way to confuse its imitation so that it cannot keep up with our rhythm."
Joyce took a deep breath, held the spear tightly and nodded: "Okay, then disrupt its rhythm and prevent it from continuing to dominate the battle!"
The two readjusted their positions and launched a new round of attacks.
The Mimic's movements began to become more and more violent, its claws drew streaks of cold light in the air, and its speed and power were even more terrifying than at first. It seems to be able to memorize their moves, and it will try to imitate Mike or Joyce's movements every time it attacks, making it unpredictable.
Mike stood directly in front of the Mimic, raising his shield to block its continuous claw attacks. The huge impact made his arms numb, but he gritted his teeth and steadied his steps: "Joyce, it seems to have figured out our fighting style. !"
"I noticed it too!" Joyce quickly attacked from the side of the mimic and stabbed it accurately with his spear. However, the Mimic's reaction speed was extremely fast, and he used almost the same movement to deflect the weapon with his claws. Joyce frowned and took a few steps back, his eyes as sharp as an eagle: "Damn it, its imitation speed has become faster!"
The Mimic laughed sharply, with a harsh voice: "You call this human intelligence? I can not only imitate you, but also surpass you!"
Mike took a deep breath, readjusted his breathing, and whispered to Joyce: "Disrupt the rhythm, and it won't be able to cope with it at the same time."
Joyce nodded with a sneer on his lips: "I understand. If it wants to imitate me, give it some trouble!"
The two quickly changed tactics. Mike deliberately waved his shield to attract the Mimic's attention, rushed forward and hit the Mimic's left side hard with his shield, while using his footsteps to create interference. The mimic quickly adjusted, imitating Mike's defensive posture, raising his arms to block the shield impact.
At this moment, Joyce suddenly jumped up from the side and rear, and stabbed the mimic's back neck with a fierce wind. However, the Mimic's movements stagnated, and it instantly switched to imitating Joyce's fighting style, turning around to block with weapon movements. The weapons of the two collided fiercely in the air, making a harsh metallic sound.
Joyce sneered and took a few steps back: "It can imitate our movements, but it cannot imitate the tacit understanding of cooperation."
Mike understood this and took advantage of the brief period of stiffness in the Mimic's switching movements to launch a fierce attack from the front. He waved his shield to block the Mimic's sight, and thrust the dagger in his left hand at its chest with extremely swift movements. The Mimic tried to imitate his shield action, but he hesitated in his defensive action for a moment, and was cut across the chest by the dagger, splashing out a ball of white liquid.
The Mimic screamed in pain, his voice full of anger and unwillingness: "Damn humans!"
But its attacks did not stop, but became even crazier. It once again tried to imitate Mike's movements and stabbed Joyce in the abdomen with its claws instead of the dagger. Joyce stepped back in time, his eyes as sharp as knives: "Mike, dragging it out like this is not the way to go. We have to find a way to completely suppress it."
Mike quickly analyzed the battle situation and his eyes flashed: "We have to let it imitate to the point of chaos. It can only imitate one person's movements, so we will attack at the same time and change positions to make it unable to adapt!"
Joyce nodded and the two adjusted their positions. Mike pretended to attack again from the front, but suddenly turned to the side of the Mimic in the middle, while Joyce attacked from directly behind. The movements of the two were faster and slower, and the angles were completely different, making it difficult for the mimic's body to coordinate for a while.
Sure enough, the Mimic's movements gradually became chaotic under the continuous attacks of the two men, and flaws began to appear in its defense. Just when the Mimic tried to imitate Mike's defensive posture again, Joyce seized the opportunity and stabbed its abdomen with a spear at an extremely fast speed, the tip of the spear accurately penetrating its soft core.
The Mimic let out a shrill scream and its body trembled violently. Mike took advantage of the situation and hit it on the head with his shield. The huge force knocked it back.
The Mimic's body began to collapse, its white shell gradually melting into a viscous liquid. It made a low grunt, its voice full of anger and unwillingness: "You... actually..."
In the end, the Mimic's body completely collapsed and turned into a pool of white liquid and disappeared on the ground.
Mike breathed heavily and wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand: "This guy... is really difficult to deal with."
Joyce took away the bracelet on the ground and said coldly: "Its imitation is a threat, but as long as it finds a flaw, it is nothing more than that." His eyes still scanned the surroundings warily: "I didn't expect it to come here. I thought it would come here." Mimic only appears in school... We need to find the real Henry quickly."
Mike nodded: "Yes, no matter what, we must find him as soon as possible."