The Scum Is Competitive
"Hah… hah – " Sun Yi panted, catching his breath and his chest violently heaved up and down, as he faced 'himself'.
Gong Xian was glaring at his opponent who, not only wore the same face as his but also wore the same expressionless expression. Kang Ce was holding his breath in order not to appear weak as he eyed his 'self', being vigilant in case his opponent would try an underhanded trick.
Sun Yi, noticing Gong Xian and Kang Ce were not speaking, had to speak again. "How do you think we should end them?" he asked. "They are very familiar with our techniques. Even though they don't have qi, but it's not as if we can carelessly use it, either, or we'll exhaust ourselves. They are too tough!" he exhaled a breath. "Do we really have to exchange opponents in order to solve this predicament?" he glanced at Gong Xian and Kang Ce.