Demon's Diary
In a remote jungle nestled between Chu City and Whitewater City within the Da Xuan Country, a thin and frail figure was leaning against a thick tree trunk. Both of his legs were spread apart in a relaxed manner. This figure belonged to a thirteen or fourteen-year-old teenager. Aside from his unusually pale face, the boy had fairly common facial features. His clothes were loose-fitting and a bright shining steel sword was carelessly thrown by his side.
Complete Mastery of the Icicle Technique
After some thought, he still decided to take another risk and try again.
So Liu Ming exhaled softly and with a single hand, he flicked his wrist. With the sound of tearing through the air, a wind blade shot out immediately.
A flash of green light, and the wind blade zipped closely past the arm of the "himself" opposite.
There was a "putt" sound, and a several-inch-long cut appeared, from which pale golden blood emerged.
Liu Ming hadn't even the chance to be surprised when he felt a pain on his own arm. He quickly rolled up the sleeve, and after a close look, his pupils suddenly contracted.
On his arm, there was a similarly thin, several-inch-long wound from which bright red blood flowed.
Liu Ming's face turned somewhat pale as he raised his head to look at the wound on the opposite Liu Ming's arm, then back at the wound on his own, both identical in position and shape without the slightest difference.
His mind was suddenly overwhelmed with confusion.