Zheng felt a wave of pressure coming at him. It was not only a difference in power but also in mental strength. The two of them looked almost the same in appearance with the exception of the scar. But scar Zheng gave off a sense of violence that was as sharp as the point of a dagger. One would shake in fear just from looking at him.
If Zheng was a person stronger than the normal people, and gradually obtained the qualities of a leader, then this clone of his was a real devil. Even the Nemesis started howling from the danger it felt.
“I am disappointed. I can’t imagine how you survived up to this point with what you have. How did you not die in the previous several movies? So lucky.” Clone sneered. He swung his arm at the air and Zheng was knocked off the ground when nothing physically hit him.
