Chapter 490: What is a Fake?

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"Me? A fake?"

Faced with the mockery from Zeng Yi, the Evil Spirit with an identical face couldn't help but pause.

Or rather, it was more appropriate to call it a Demon.

"Hehe, ah hahaha!"

It couldn't help but burst into laughter, the laughter growing louder and louder.

Surging spirit power surged forth, stirring up waves of fierce winds. And along with it, a pitch-black demonic mist spread. Under the erosion of this mist, the surrounding vegetation began to wither and decay.

Within the pitch-black mist, a pair of scarlet eyes flickered like ghostly flames, resembling a terrifying demon.

The tremendous aura even caused the Earthly Mountains to tremble.

Even Zeng Yi, in the face of such a powerful and formidable Evil Spirit, had to be cautious.

This wasn't an ordinary Evil Spirit; its strength had reached the level of a Titled Douluo! And not just any ordinary Titled Douluo!

"A fake? Even if you die, it would still be a genuine item!"

"Although I don't know why you still possess spirit power, you cannot be my opponent in your current state!"

Surging spirit power filled the air, oppressing the entire space. The atmosphere became heavy, making it difficult to breathe.

The demonic creature, with its hideous face and crimson eyes that resembled a wild beast, stared fixedly at the person in front of it.

It had peered into the memories of its opponent and learned that, apart from the Eastern Continent, there was another vast continent!

There, there was no Sword God Palace to restrict its colossal influence. So, with its current strength, it was free to do as it pleased in that place.

That continent had a population hundreds of times greater than the Eastern Continent, with ongoing wars and unceasing flames of battle. Absorbing such negative emotions of malice and resentment would make it unstoppable in this world.

Not even the Nine Sword Saints of the Sword God Palace, when united, would be able to stop it!

At that time, it would be the sole ruler of this world!

That beautiful life was within the reach of the Evil Spirit. Along the path revealed by this person's memories, it sought to depart from the Eastern Continent and realize its grand ambitions on that continent.

But, but, this person woke up! He even shamelessly proclaimed his intention to kill it.

Truly laughable!

In this world, everything remained the same; spirit power was always the essence of strength, even in this land revered by gods.

Spirit Power and Spirit Rings were the standard equipment of spirit masters.

Even for an outcast like this Evil Spirit who devours negative emotions and resentment, it was no different.

The essence of strength still relied on spirit power!

However, the spirit rings floating around this Evil Spirit's body were different from those of ordinary spirit masters.

Nine spirit rings revolved around the Evil Spirit, emitting a gloomy gray light.

Leaving aside the color of the spirit rings, the mere fact that it possessed nine spirit rings indicated that the Evil Spirit's spirit power had reached the level of a Titled Douluo.

Moreover, these gloomy spirit rings were filled with an ominous and calamitous aura.

"Die for me!!!"

Followed by a roar filled with murderous intent, the figure of the Evil Spirit vanished in an instant, transforming into a black flash of lightning and charging towards Zeng Yi.

The blood-red sword easily tore through the air, bringing forth a chilling sword intent as it pressed toward Zeng Yi.

In the valley beneath the starry sky, a crimson sword light flashed through the air, causing the river water to burst forth.

Ding!

The crisp sound of swords clashing resonated through the air, causing even spirits to tremble.

Rumbling...

The impact of the Evil Spirit's tremendous power caused Zeng Yi to block this horrifying strike, but his body quickly staggered backward. Even the air created sonic booms, and a trench was formed in the ground, extending forward.

Facing the face that looked identical to his own, just within reach, those crimson eyes like a wild beast staring straight at him, and that mouth curving into a sinister arc, Zeng Yi gripped the sword tightly and gritted his teeth, blocking this mighty attack.

But at this moment, blood splattered from his shoulder.

How was this possible?

Zeng Yi widened his eyes, feeling incredulous.

He had clearly dodged the attack, but his body was still injured.

It was like his Fifth Spirit Skill.

[Armor Break]

The Evil Spirit seemed to have guessed what was on Zeng Yi's mind and couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"You must be wondering how I can use your spirit skill, right?"

"I've already told you before, not only can I imitate your swordsmanship, I can even replicate your spirit skills!"

"How about that? Isn't this fake item qualified! Hahaha!"

"Heh, what a good fake you are!"

A cold smile curved at the corner of Zeng Yi's mouth. In an instant, his eyes took on a chilling silver color.

[Spirit Skill: Sword of Selflessness!]

[Spirit Skill: Forward Steps Slash!]

In an instant, Zeng Yi's figure collided with that of the Evil Spirit, the sword radiating, and the wind immediately ceased.

In that moment, the falling leaves and petals dancing in the sky were neatly split in two.

And the Evil Spirit also stopped in its tracks, standing somewhat dumbfounded.

Lowering its head, it saw its chest torn open, and blood flowed out.

"Hahaha, I wasn't wrong about you. You really aren't that easy to deal with."

The Evil Spirit laughed loudly, turning to face Zeng Yi. Above its chest, the blood and flesh began to undulate, quickly healing and restoring its original state.

Seeing this scene, Zeng Yi's heart sank.

This rate of recovery was too abnormal.

Not only did the enemy possess great strength, but it could also mimic his techniques, memories, and even spirit skills. Zeng Yi felt a headache. How could he continue the fight like this?

Moreover, this Evil Spirit was stronger than him! An Evil Spirit that already possessed great power, after devouring the immense resentment within his body, had rapidly ascended to the level of a Super Douluo!

But what about himself?

Because he had lost that power, his spirit power, which had skyrocketed to the level of an Level 82 Spirit Douluo due to devouring the spiritual energy of spirit beasts and a massive amount of negative energy on the battlefield, had fallen to the level of a Spirit Saint.

Currently, his spirit power was at the Level 75.

Facing an Evil Spirit with nine spirit rings and the combat power of a Super Douluo, this difficulty was truly enormous.

Fortunately, he still had Spirit Bone Skills, [Spirit Accumulation]. He had a reserve of spirit power, allowing him to continue fighting; otherwise, he would have long since perished under the Evil Spirit's sword.

Wait, Spirit Bone Skills...

At this moment, Zeng Yi suddenly thought of something.

If that were the case, then he still had a chance to win!

Then...

In an instant, a terrifying storm erupted from Zeng Yi's body. The overwhelming aura of spirit power oppressed every inch of the surrounding space. Spirit rings emerged, one after another, shining brightly around Zeng Yi.

There were 5 dazzling Silver Spirit Rings and 2 Black Red ominous Spirit Rings.

Level 75 Spirit Saint!

For Zeng Yi, this level of strength was sufficient. After all, this Evil Spirit was not the ruler of the Extreme North, nor was its combat power equal to the Snow Empress!

[Seventh Spirit Skill: Martial Spirit True Body!]

An immense spirit power unfolded. This vast fluctuation of spirit power was like an ocean, raging and turbulent. Even the clouds in the night sky reacted with unusual movement.

Zeng Yi stood on the surface of the river, and the terrifying spirit power distorted the surrounding space, causing the water to surge with roaring waves.

This was his most powerful state at the moment.

In the Eastern Continent and within the Mo Family Academy, he hadn't used any spirit power during the past six months. Every day was spent in the most basic swordsmanship training. Day after day, this allowed Zeng Yi's previously skyrocketing spirit power to settle and his swordsmanship to become more focused, returning to its original nature.

Therefore, this period of training led to a significant improvement in Zeng Yi's strength.

The Evil Spirit could imitate Zeng Yi's swordsmanship, even his spirit skills!

But Zeng Yi didn't believe that the opponent could imitate this move of his!

Because this move didn't rely on a powerful and profound spiritual insight, it was impossible to replicate!

Techniques could be mimicked, memories could be peered into, but the experiences of cultivation, the insights gained through life's journey—all of this couldn't be achieved simply by taking a glance.

This was his domain!

"Domain, unfold."

[Domain: Emptiness!]

In an instant, a power almost akin to the laws of heaven and earth spread within a thousand-meter radius.

At that moment, everything within this space—the fluttering fallen leaves and branches in the air—came to a standstill.

The scene became as though time had frozen.

At this moment, Zeng Yi opened his eyes, his gaze calm as he looked at the astonished Evil Spirit in front of him.

"Let me tell you why a fake can only be a fake."