in the edge

Chapter 612: Fighting with Yourself

When nine Du Chengfengs were coming to kill them, what was the remaining one, the real Du Chengfeng, doing?

The real Du Chengfeng is still sorting out everything he has and looking for everything that can be used. After all, this time he is going to fight against the God of Literature, so naturally he has to give it his all.

"This old dog must be killed!"

At this moment, Du Chengfeng's eyes were completely furious. He had no intention of leaving any chance of survival for Wenquxingjun. In the current situation, it was either you die or I die.

However, at this moment, Wu Zhao, who was using the corpse of the Centipede Star Lord with Du Chengfeng, spoke again.

"It's likely that you will die."

Wu Zhao made a calm judgment.

"You are acting without rules or logic, purely on impulse... But this is also the most dangerous thing. You are gambling with your life. You are gambling with your life on a possibility, a possibility of beating Wenquxingjun to death."

Wu Zhao didn't explain the rest of the words very clearly, but Du Chengfeng could actually feel it.

As the saying goes, a long gamble will lead to a loss. Although fighting is always full of unknowns, there are only two outcomes, life or death, and it seems to be a 50-50 chance. But if you really look into it, a battle with confidence and a battle with uncertainty are really not the same thing when they are fought.

And now, Du Chengfeng is about to face a battle that he is uncertain of victory.

The enemy's true strength? He knew nothing. The enemy's specific fighting style? He only knew a rough idea. But he had fought with many powerful people under the watchful eyes of this enemy, which meant that his ability had long been seen by everyone.

The enemy knew him very well, but he only had one concept of the enemy.

In this case, how can he win?

Just relying on this hatred and passion?
"Calm down, you're already confused."

Wu Zhao couldn't help but sigh.

"It was right to come back with you. Otherwise, given your current condition... you are no longer like a warrior, but more like an impulsive and foolish young man."

"But even if you're impulsive, you can still accomplish something."

Du Chengfeng clenched his teeth, and the corpse of the Centipede Star Lord also tightly grasped the Demonic Sword of Regret.

"Have you forgotten? You have done something similar..."

"Uh."

Wu Zhao, who was about to say something, was suddenly stuck.

It seemed to be true. Although he had no idea about it at the time, he seemed to have hurt Du Chengfeng's good brother at one point - perhaps this was why Du Chengfeng chased him and hacked him all the way later. Although this happened a long time ago, he really had nothing to say when the old things were brought up again.

After all, the instability hidden in these words sounds dangerous.

What if the old grudges really come up and Du Chengfeng wants to chop him down first? What should he do?
"Then...why don't you go and try it first?"

Wu Zhao asked tentatively.

It seemed like he could really give it a try. After all, when Wu Zhao recalled the battle, he couldn't find any faults - in fact, Du Chengfeng had given him an extremely unforgettable combat experience. He, who had originally survived, was killed on the spot because of this incident, and even the few backups he had prepared outside to revive himself were captured and taken back.

If you look at it from this perspective, if Du Chengfeng really tries his best... maybe he really will have a chance to accomplish something?

At least judging from Wu Zhao's understanding of Du Chengfeng, when Du Chengfeng really chose to risk his life, it seemed that he had never lost.

What's more, even if Du Chengfeng really fought to his death, there would be no loss on his side.

The worst that could happen is that I'll fall into a long sleep again. Although I may never wake up from this long sleep, being able to see such a wonderful battle before I die, isn't it worth it even if I die?

"Anyway...when you do it, you must remember to let me have my pleasure, too."

Thinking of this, Wu Zhao had completely given up on dissuading her and even planned to help.

Or maybe he simply wanted to have some fun. After all, before dying, being able to participate in a fierce fight and face such a powerful enemy would be something that a Yin person like him would die without regrets.

"Don't worry, I'll definitely make you happy..."

As he spoke, Du Chengfeng flew towards the entrance of the cave.

He was ready to attack, and at this moment he no longer concealed anything about himself.

But just when he opened the entrance to the cave and was about to fight his way out, nine figures got there first and came in through the entrance.

"you……"

Looking at the nine identical Du Chengfengs in front of him, Du Chengfeng suddenly felt dazed.

Although Du Chengfeng seldom looks in the mirror on weekdays, he at least has some impression of what he looks like - but it is also precisely because he seldom looks in the mirror on weekdays that Du Chengfeng doesn't know how to describe the feeling at this moment.

The nine people in front of me seem to be... myself?

Looking at the nine similar figures in front of him, Du Chengfeng's first reaction was confusion.

"You are……"

"We are here to defeat the demons from outside the territory."

Among the nine Du Chengfengs, one Du Chengfeng stood up.

"Have you seen the demon from outside the realm?"

"Didn't see it."

Du Chengfeng shook his head decisively.

"Who has ever seen that kind of thing... Do you know what that extraterritorial demon looks like?"

"Just grow up like us."

Among the nine Du Chengfengs, the one who stood out continued speaking.

"Have you seen anyone who looks like us?"

“Sorry, I didn’t see that.”

Du Chengfeng continued to shake his head.

This time he was telling the truth, he had never seen anything like this before.

"I have my own things to do. Can you give way for a while?"

"Well, excuse me for bothering you."

The other Du Chengfengs quickly made way, allowing the Centipede Star Lord, who did not look like them and exuded a strong sense of death, to pass.

After all, no matter from which angle you look at it, the other party doesn't look like the target they want to kill, especially the difference in appearance, which is too...

"Don't run!"

Just when Du Chengfeng was about to leave the cave, two Du Chengfengs suddenly blocked him.

On the one hand, he was controlling the corpse of the Centipede Star Lord, but on the other hand, he was using the original corpse. This resulted in Du Chengfeng himself clearly going there first, but his movements were still half a beat slower than those two inexplicable imposters.

Yes, fakes. This is how Du Chengfeng judged these other guys.

Although he had no idea how the other Du Chengfengs appeared, they were emitting the same aura as him and even looked exactly like him, but a fake was a fake, no matter how many more there were, they were still fakes.

As for why the other Du Chengfengs are all counterfeits... of course it's because the genuine one is still here.

As long as he is still here, aren't these other Du Chengfengs all fake?

"Indeed, killing you is the right thing to do."

It was at this time that the other Du Chengfengs gathered around.

"You guys have felt it too, right? The malice in him... This is the arrogance that comes from his original body. He thinks we are all fakes, so in his eyes, we are insignificant things and will definitely be taken back by him..." Du Chengfeng narrowed his eyes as he stared at the corpse of the Centipede Star Lord in front of him.

"So, you think you can get away with this level of disguise?"

"Probably. After all, you should be able to feel it. If it were us, we would probably do the same."

The other Du Chengfeng spoke.

"But what you said just now... He probably never thought about it. His brain is still in the hands of Wenquxingjun. This means that he is just a consciousness attached to a piece of broken body. He is no different from us."

"……Um?"

Du Chengfeng, who was controlling the corpse of the Centipede Star Lord, suddenly froze.

His brain is still in the hands of Wenquxingjun... What does this mean?
What does it mean that his brain is in the hands of Wenquxingjun? What does it mean that he is just a piece of consciousness attached to a broken body? What are these other selves talking about? Are they...

"hiss……"

Du Chengfeng couldn't help but take a breath.

It was at this moment that he clearly felt the subtle fluctuations in the bodies of these nine impersonators.

That is not his power, it is clearly the power of Wenquxingjun.

In other words, the nine selves before me are killers sent by the God of Literature.

Du Chengfeng could feel the murderous intent coming from himself.

And it’s Jiufen.

"you……"

After a moment's silence, Du Chengfeng finally spoke.

"Do we really have to fight?"

“Not necessarily.”

Among the nine Du Chengfengs, five raised their hands.

"We don't really want to fight, but you can probably tell that we have no choice in this situation. But now..."

The looks of the five Du Chengfengs also became dangerous.

"Since you are the first to deny our existence, then we have no choice but to physically eliminate your existence."

"..."

As soon as these words came out, Du Chengfeng once again confirmed that the people in front of him were really himself.

It’s because people in this world would never use the term “physical elimination”. They would only say kill or slaughter. Only Du Chengfeng himself would say some nonsense that only he could understand.

And now, nine selves surrounded one self.

"This is simply..."

Du Chengfeng clenched the Demonic Sword of Regret in his hand.

At this moment, he could even clearly hear Wu Zhao's loud laughter.

Wu Zhao was indeed very happy. After all, this was a rare embarrassing moment for Du Chengfeng. After all, he still remembered that when he was imprisoned by the other party, the other party captured his three remaining backup men, and even put the fine steel hairpin that carried his will on the dog's head in order to humiliate him.

At first, the situation was stronger than the people, and he couldn't win, so he could only endure it. But now... the situation has changed, and Du Chengfeng himself has suffered such a fate.

And there are even nine Du Chengfengs in front of him, which is much more than he had at the beginning.

"why are you laughing!"

Feeling that Wu Zhao was still laughing, Du Chengfeng, who was also controlling this body, finally couldn't help it.

"Either give me some advice! Or shut up! Don't make trouble for me at a time like this!"

"Give me some advice... There's not much advice to give."

Wu Zhao forced himself to suppress his smile.

"It's mainly this kind of thing..."

"Stop talking nonsense! Didn't you go through this kind of thing in the past?"

Controlling the corpse of the Centipede Star Lord, Du Chengfeng tightly gripped the hilt of the sword in his hand.

"How did you handle it back then? How did you manage to convince the other selves and prevent them from rebelling?"

"This……"

Hearing Du Chengfeng's question, Wu Zhao slowly put away his smile.

"Is it possible that I didn't convince anyone back then?"

"you……"

Du Chengfeng was stunned. He didn't understand what Wu Zhao wanted to express.

What do you mean by "no one has been subdued"? How come it's as if you didn't say anything? If no one has been subdued, then what is Wu Zhao at the moment?
"It's true that no one has been subdued."

To Du Chengfeng's surprise, Wu Zhao once again gave a positive answer.

"Or, whoever wins is the boss, whoever gets to decide everything, is the real deal... This kind of thing is usually like this, right? There's no such thing as real or fake. If you die here today, who do you think people outside will say is the fake?"

"..."

Having said that, Du Chengfeng naturally understood Wu Zhao's meaning.

Obviously, in Wu Zhao's eyes, or in similar matters, there is no such thing as real or fake. Only the one with the greatest power, the one who survives, has the right to say that he is the real one.

As for the dead, they are just dead, there is nothing much to say about it.

In the final analysis, strength is still respected, and strong power is the foundation of everything. Only by defeating the self in front of you, only by defeating these nine selves that are exactly the same as yourself, can you prove your authenticity.

"That's fine."

Thinking of this, Du Chengfeng simply controlled the body of the Centipede Star Lord and swept the magic sword of regret in his hand. Combined with the Centipede Star Lord's gloomy face that exuded a chilling deathly intent, he now looked like an evil demon.

"Since you all want to kill me... who will come first?"

Looking at the nine versions of himself in front of him, Du Chengfeng narrowed his eyes.

"Or do you two come together?"

"Together……"

"I'd better do it first."

"Me first."

"No, I'll go first."

"Then come on."

"Are you coming?"

Just when Du Chengfeng was preparing to fight, the nine Du Chengfengs in front of him had already fallen into chaos.

(End of this chapter)