Alone and Infinite.

Chapter 594 The Opportunity for Victory

1.1x damage mapping.

Li Xia looked at the 'himself' opposite him, the shadow projected by the Primal Trial, even his face was clearly visible.

The bloodstains on his face had been rapidly repaired and disappeared, but Li Xia finally discovered a terrifying truth.

This fact has even defeated countless strong individuals who reached the highest level of difficulty in the past.

That is... the avatar before me not only replicated my way of thinking and my abilities, but also possessed my physical strength, my regenerative abilities, and even the same divinity as me!
It can be said that, apart from lacking the artifact of destiny, the opponent's physical configuration is exactly the same as his own.

What are the differences?
Li Xia glanced at the 'Li Xia' with a mocking smile. Hmm, different personality, no destiny equipment, but everything else is complete.

Li Xia was not surprised that the clone possessed divinity. The Light of Origin could grant divinity to the Pale King simply by shining upon it, so granting it to the clone would be easy.

Where is the key to breaking the deadlock?

Li Xia couldn't even think of how to win. With the 1.1x damage projection in place, even if he could create a difference and launch an attack, it would only hurt both himself and the enemy.

If you reduce the opponent's health by 10%, you will lose 11% of your own health. You have a strong recovery ability, and so does the opponent.

It was completely different from the shadow summoned by the little knight.

The little knight's shadow attribute is about 70-80% of his own, and it only has physical strength but lacks his own powerful recovery ability. Therefore, when Li Xia fights the shadow summoned by the Pale Spirit, he is actually honing himself and organizing and comparing what he has learned.

The clones and the shadows reflected by the Pale Spirit have one thing in common: neither of them has the concept of injury.

It simply has a damage tolerance limit similar to health points. Just like when the avatar exists, the apostle will not suffer limb loss or other damage; all the damage is reflected onto the avatar.

Now the situation has simply reversed.

The shadow 'Li Xia' hunched over slightly again, and Li Xia took a deep breath and did the same.

Trouble.
Besides damage mapping, what's more important is that when the opponent attacks you, there's no damage mapping.

Therefore, the goal at this moment is to survive while enduring 1.1x damage reflection, kill one's own clone, disable supplies, and still survive.
Theoretically, even if the clone stands still, the reflected damage alone can kill it!

Li Xia thought of the statues outside; even with such stringent conditions, some people were still able to pass through.

This shows what an exceptionally talented person he was.

But for now, the only option is to fight while simultaneously thinking!

"boom!"

The two figures vanished again, colliding violently together.

From the first crisp sound of impact, a continuous barrage of collisions followed.

A gust of wind swept across the circular platform, and Li Xia flicked his wrist. The Night Silence Spear, like a white snake spitting its tongue, suddenly shone with a cold light, instantly creating three afterimages that targeted the clone's heart, throat, and brow—three vital points. However, the spear tip trembled slightly, as if it could turn at any moment. This was to guard against the mirror image playing the trick of 'trading injury for double the injury'.

However, the clone obviously did not use this theoretically most cost-effective tactic. Instead, without the slightest hesitation, it flicked its spear, and amidst the overlapping spear shadows, it accurately struck the intersection of the three phantoms.

Three crisp clangs rang out in a row, the echo of metal clashing reverberating through the night sky. The two gun shadows suddenly separated, then intertwined again in the same instant, sparks flying from the friction of the gun shafts like meteors falling to the ground.

At this moment, Li Xia seemed to have entered a wondrous realm, where everything around him became illusory, except for the copy in front of him, which was exceptionally clear.

Everything around seemed to slow down. Li Xia twisted his waist sharply, and the spear shaft swept horizontally. The spear tip, carrying a sharp whistling sound, cut straight at the clone's waist and ribs. The move was fierce and unparalleled, a variation of "Sweeping Across a Thousand Armies".

But the clone's body rotated in sync, and it seemed to have also entered this strange state of extreme concentration. The gun barrel blocked its chest with a muffled "clang," and the gun bent like a bow, actually taking the heavy blow.

At the same time, with a forceful push from both arms, using the rebounding force of the gun barrel, the clone's wrists flipped, and the gun tip suddenly rose, stabbing straight at Li Xia's chin in an extremely clever way, just like Li Xia's ruthlessness just now.

Li Xia's pupils contracted, his dark eyes reflecting the cold light that was coming at him. He staggered, and his whole body floated back more than two meters like a willow catkin. The black spear swayed in front of his eyes, but no matter what he did, he could not reach Li Xia.

The clone's eyes flashed with a cold light as well. Suddenly, its left hand, which was holding the gun, loosened its grip, slid to the butt of the gun, and slapped the gun hard with its palm.

With a 'whoosh', the spear suddenly shot forward like a dragon emerging from its cave. Faced with the sudden, extended, cold light, Li Xia was startled and quickly tilted his head back.

But how easy is it to dodge the blade of 'Night Silence'?

"laugh!"

Li Xia felt a sharp pain in his face, but he seemed oblivious, slamming his silver spear downwards and silently kicking the bottom of the spear.
"Whoosh!"

The spear's tail whipped back like an iron whip against the clone's knee. The clone, holding the spear's tail with its right hand, pulled back in sync, causing the spear's tail to sink and whip back as well. The two spear tails collided in mid-air, their powerful forces clashing apart, and a very noticeable shockwave spread out from the point of impact.

When the two landed, their toes were almost touching, less than a foot apart, and their faces were almost touching.

A hideous wound stretched from Li Xia's lips to his forehead, and even his nose was cut in half. Blood gushed down his face and spread out under the strong wind pressure, staining his face blood red.

The wound was healing with a hissing sound, but the blood wouldn't flow back. The blood-stained face only made Li Xiaping look more ferocious. His eyes flashed with an extremely sharp and cold light. He pressed his left hand hard on the middle of the gun barrel and thrust his right hand forward. The tip of the gun was like a poisonous dragon emerging from its cave, piercing straight into the replica body door.
The clone sneered, its movements perfectly synchronized. It pressed both hands against the gun barrels in the same position, and the gun tips extended like poisonous dragons, bringing the tips of the two guns together precisely once again.

"Ding!"

The clash of guns and blades lasted only a moment. The two men simultaneously withdrew their guns, their bodies suddenly spinning, the gun shafts sweeping like a whirlwind, the gun shadows intertwining to form two curtains of light, one black and one white.

"Ding ding ding ding ding ding!"

The sounds of collisions were as dense as a sudden downpour, making one's eardrums vibrate.

Li Xia suddenly changed his move while wielding his spear. With a swift press of both hands, the spear shaft sank sharply, and the countless spear shadows instantly converged into a single silver spear mark, striking directly at the clone's lower body.
The clone also changed tactics, its spear shafts sinking down as well, and the two spears became entangled once more.

But Li Xia didn't want to continue playing this 'you say, I learn' game with him. With a loud shout, her body, which was taut to the extreme, sprang up like a large bow. The spear in her hand seemed to come alive and she raised it upwards, trying to crush the clone's spear momentum.
The clone laughed wildly and raised both arms, its spear deftly flicking back, actually pushing Li Xia's spear back down.

Both men were momentarily stunned by the recoil, but at the same instant they released their guns with their right hands and simultaneously slammed their left fists into each other's chests with explosive force. Before the fists even arrived, the terrifying wind pressure had already made the other man's robes flutter loudly.

"Oh!"

Their fists collided with a dull thud like a drumbeat, and a powerful shockwave spread out from the two of them. They slid backward at the same time, and Li Xia's feet left two charred marks on the ground. He slid for about ten feet before regaining his balance.

Such terrifying force, even just the recoil, would be enough to shatter an ordinary person's body and break a boulder. But neither Li Xia nor his clone used this slip to dissipate the recoil, their figures remained upright, and even their breathing rhythm was not disrupted in the slightest.

As soon as they stood still, the two men raised their guns at the same time, the tips facing each other, their cold gleams gleaming.

Their breathing rhythm and gun-holding posture were exactly the same, and even the powerful aura emanating from their bodies was identical.

An invisible force clashed, and although neither of them moved, a muffled sound, like muffled thunder, echoed faintly in the air between them.

This can't go on. We might die, or we might survive, but we'll never win.

The fight just now was quite a spectacle, but for both Li Xia and his clone, the damage from the collision was basically healed within a breath or two. Therefore, it could be said that although the battle lasted for several minutes and the two exchanged countless blows, neither of them lost any health; they only consumed a little stamina.

And
Li Xia's gaze shifted slightly as he looked at the spear in his hand.

This kind of gun is not suitable for combat. Night Silence's damage is too high. Even if it hits a vital point, the one who will suffer more damage will be the one who suffers more. In the previous battle, Li Xia had to divert some of his attention to avoid falling into the clone's 'luring the enemy in' trap.

For example, they might be fighting intensely, but then suddenly stop at a crucial moment, playing a game of exchanging injury for injury with themselves.

Looking at the 'copy' with its extremely expressive face, Li Xia recalled the arrogance and haughtiness of the other party before.

I don't know what kind of personality this trial gave to the clone, but it was definitely awful!

But he is also unusually arrogant. He uses whatever he uses, just like he is deliberately provoking the other side. Maybe this is something that can be taken advantage of?

However, it seems the other side also has a self-harming tactic, why didn't it work?
Is it possible that damage mapping can only be triggered by external attacks?
Li Xia's mind raced as he considered every possible solution. The battle had dragged on for so long, and instead of coming up with a tactic, he felt increasingly helpless.

"call--"

Li Xia let out a long breath. In any case, he couldn't continue using the spear. After a brief moment of thought, under the somewhat surprised gaze of the clone, Ye Ji transformed into a stream of light and disappeared from his hand.

He shifted his stance, adopted a fighting posture, and provocatively beckoned his hand toward the clone.

"Gestures?"

The clone was taken aback, then a cold smile gradually spread across its face. It actually put away its spear as well and got into a fighting stance.

The two sides remained deadlocked for several breaths, then
"boom!"

At this moment, the three little ones and the little knight sat around in the open space in front of the throne. The eldest brother was still sitting on the throne with his head bowed, like a sleeping king. He maintained this posture, and according to Earth time, a day had passed.

The three children went from being nervous and attentive at the beginning, to feeling lost later, until they eventually explored almost the entire floor.

Finally, a square cloth was laid on the ground.

"Three with two! Don't want it? Three with two!"

With a roar, the dragon claw gripped a handful of cards and slammed them onto the ground with overwhelming force. Just how powerful was it?

It's only because the temple floor is hard enough that if it were on Earth, the table would probably explode if it were thrown like that.

"I wonder what stage the boss has reached in his training inside."

Aowu, looking worried, threw down a three.

"Meow!"

Black Charcoal followed with a four and nodded firmly.

"I have absolute confidence in the boss, but..."

Aowu looked at the eight huge statues behind him. These were the successful people who had passed the Primal Trial. Compared to the densely packed statues below, the success rate of the highest difficulty trial was too low. Moreover, the boss would never admit defeat, nor would he accept returning with the reward for failure.

He will definitely seek any possible chance of victory, even at great personal risk.

Xiaotian stared intently at his cards, his dog paws managing to draw out only a few.

"Wang!"

Awoo poked his head out and looked, then panicked:

"No, what kind of bomb would you play with a 4?"

It still had a King in its hand, intending to use it to finish off the opponent, but unexpectedly, its 'partner' directly detonated the bomb.

"Wang!"

After telling its leader that it was about to start sprinting, Xiaotian solemnly used its paw to pull out the cards again.

When Aowu saw this, it almost laughed in anger. It had also played a three, and the dog still had twenty cards in its hand. What was the point of it rushing forward?
The little knight looked around carefully and then cautiously threw out a hand of cards.

"Meow!"

This time it was Black Charcoal's turn to despair. No, wait, a 4! What kind of straight flush is this?!
He laughed so hard his stomach hurt, then landed on the ground and slapped it.

"A straight flush is amazing, a flush goes first, hahaha, a straight flush of 10JQKA beat a 4 hahahahahaha"

The little knight looked at the charcoal-covered boy with drooping ears with a puzzled expression, and then cautiously played his card again.

"Uh!"

Awoo suddenly stopped laughing because the little knight had thrown out another flush.

Immediately after
Flush, flush, flush.
The little knight, in the most cowardly and cautious state, played the foolproof card without even thinking.

Dude, are you seriously going to bluff your entire hand?!
After the little knight finally played out six bombs, he threw his cards down and they landed on the ground.

I solemnly swear:
"If I ever play cards with the Son of Heaven or the like again, I'm a dog!"

Xiaotian: "Woof?"

"Huff, huff."

Li Xia was panting heavily, with wisps of white smoke rising from his body, but his health was only slowly increasing. His naked upper body was covered with dense wounds and swelling.

The damage came too quickly and too frequently; even with his terrifying self-healing ability, he still couldn't repair it in time.

His gaze fell on his health points: 45.5%.

The clone on the other side, however, showed no abnormalities in its body; only its health bar indicated its condition.

Replicas: 58%
But
Li Xia wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, but her eyes shone brightly.

He found the opportunity to win!
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