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I Can Copy Talents Unlimitedly

Jiang Lei, a young man from Earth, dies under mysterious circumstances and wakes up in a new world. A world where martial arts is the supreme path, cultivators defy the heavens and ancient secrets lurk in the shadows. He finds himself in the body of another Jiang Lei, an outer sect disciple of the Azure Sect who also died mysteriously. He finds that he has a system—the Supreme Copy System—that allows him to copy the abilities of anyone he touches. With this system, he hopes to become stronger and survive in this ruthless world. But he soon realizes that this is not as easy as he thought. A dark conspiracy is brewing behind the scenes, and he faces enemies from all the sides. Will he be able to overcome the challenges and reach the peak of cultivation? Or will he fall victim to the schemes of his enemies and lose his life? Follow Jiang Lei's journey as he copies various talents and skills from beasts, humans and even divine beings, and leads his way to the eternal invincibility. [Congratulations to the Host for successfully touching Li Xun and obtaining Intermediate Level- Fire Talent.] [Congratulations to the Host for successfully touching the Inferno Lion and obtaining High Level -Fire Talent.] [Congratulations to the Host for successfully touching Sword God and obtaining Ultimate Dao of Sword Talent.]

Supreme_V · Fantasi Timur
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158 Chs

Chapter 143: Struggle

As Elder Yu's voice carried the name of the next disciple, the hall once again quieted down instantly, like earlier. Amidst the silence, a young man who appeared to be no more than nineteen rose from his seat at the far end of the hall and made his way straight to the stage.

 

"Hey, look. It's our Liang Yun!" A disciple pointed out his finger at Liang Yun as he spoke to another muscular disciple beside him.

 

"Liang Yun… He made it to the top 50." The muscular disciple said it with a hint of disbelief in his voice. But the very next moment, his face dropped. His eyes, which were locked on Liang Yun, abruptly turned sympathetic as he spoke, "Wang Yuan, Liang Yun's talent..."

 

Wang Yuan, the disciple who had spoken first, sighed and looked away from Liang Yun's figure. "Without a talent..there is no way." He murmured with a sorrowful voice.