Alone and Infinite.

Chapter 595 Surpassing Yourself!

The clones are indeed very strong, terrifyingly strong, and their advantages become more pronounced as their health decreases.

Li Xia felt like he was fighting against a game character.

Your condition will worsen as your health decreases, because health is estimated based on your own condition and reflects your own status.

But the clone won't. Even if it only has 1% health, as long as its health bar isn't empty, it will always be at full health!
It won't get hurt, and it won't get tired.

On the other hand, the lower one's health, the worse one's condition. If it drops below 20%, all of one's skills will experience a significant decline.

If it's below 10%, then it's in a near-death state!
Near death is not a debuff; it is the manifestation of a person truly about to die.

He once entered a near-death state during a battle with the incarnation of an ancient god, to the point where he could barely speak.

The key to victory is misfortune, but only if he can reduce the clone's health to 14% without dying himself.

According to his calculations, when the clone's blood volume reaches 14%, he will already be on the verge of death.

Most importantly, the clone doesn't just stand still and take the hits; it will also attack itself, and its attacks are just as deadly.

For example, according to pure calculation, my health is 45%, and the clone's health should be around 50. However, its health is 58%, which is because while I am attacking the clone, the clone is also attacking me.

The reason why the difference in health points was not widened further was entirely due to the existence of bad luck.

The clone undoubtedly knows the significance of this Fate-Bound equipment. If Li Xia tries to use the Curse, the clone will risk injury to stop him, since it has damage mapping and trading injury for injury is not a loss.

Unfortunately, he can't use the other Destiny equipment, the Map of Mountains and Rivers, yet. Although he killed many creatures in the World of Seeking Light, the fate of insects seems insignificant, and the amount of Destiny Pigment he converted is pitifully small.

The same goes for the garbage collectors and demons, on whom Li Xia had placed high hopes. It even made Li Xia wonder if these people's fates were already predetermined to be tragic, which was why there were so few conversions.

Otherwise, with the "Map of Mountains and Rivers" in hand, this trial would probably be easier.

The powerful self-healing ability caused the health bar to slowly rise, and the opponent's health bar also rose in the same way.

Li Xia took a few deep breaths, and the true qi in his body flowed naturally. He needed to seize the time to recover his condition.

Because there would be no chance to catch one's breath after that.

If he succeeds, he wins; if he fails, he dies and his spirit perishes.

But he never regretted it!
As his health slowly climbed to 80%, Li Xia lowered his body, his steps seemingly slow but actually fast, leaving a trail of afterimages as he rushed towards the clone. His true qi surged around him like a river, reflecting a faint white flame on his body surface.

The clone showed no fear and charged forward with its own fist raised.

"chichi"

The fist, accompanied by a loud whooshing sound, aimed straight for vital points such as the heart and shoulder. The clone also spread its legs and pushed forward with its palm while treading through the mud.

Fists and palms clashed, weaving a dense, impenetrable barrage of punches. The sounds of their collisions were as continuous as a sudden downpour, and the crisp cracking of their knuckles echoed like firecrackers exploding.

After three rounds of fighting, Li Xia suddenly changed his move. He twisted his right fist into a palm and his left fist feinted towards the clone's waist and abdomen. His fingertips stuck to the clone's forearm like glue, and a hidden force surged into the clone's arm. The clone felt as if it had been electrocuted and was about to be raised high, forcing it to raise its arm to block.

Just as the clone's forearm touched Li Xia's fist, Li Xia's right hand reached to his left waist, his fingertips hooking the cold handle of the Doom Pistol.

The clone's eyes gleamed with a cold light, and it actually abandoned the middle lane—its right arm took the brunt of the sticky fist's hidden force, and its arm instantly caved in, with faint black smoke flying out from its arm. At the same time, its left palm transformed into the Bajiquan "Top Heart Palm", with the palm root protruding like iron, clamping down on Li Xia's wrist as if it were an iron clamp.

Trade injury for injury!

Li Xia's face remained calm. He pulled back his arm, which had also been damaged by the reflection, and his powerful self-healing ability quickly repaired the sunken muscles in his arm. However, he did not withdraw his hand. He increased the force of his punch by another 30%, and his fingertips clung even tighter. At the same time, he stomped his right foot heavily on the ground, let out a loud shout, and slammed his left elbow and shoulder towards the clone's face.

"Oh!"

Both the clone and Li Xia groaned simultaneously. Li Xia's vision turned blood red, but he pulled back the hand that was reaching for Ye Ji's waist. He twisted his wrist and threw a punch so fast that it was just a blur, which slammed heavily into the clone's chest.

"what!"

The clone's face was full of madness. It neither dodged nor avoided the attack, but instead took the hit head-on again. However, it also removed the hand that was holding Li Xia's right arm and, with a dull gust of wind, clawed at Li Xia's neck. If it got a firm grip, it could probably pull out even the carotid artery and the spine.

Li Xia bent down and twisted her waist, lowering her body to avoid the grab, but her shoulder was still caught by the claw, and a hideous wound immediately appeared. The bloodstain just started to scab over and fall off.

Li Xia gritted his teeth and spun around again, his right arm turning like a wheel. He used the skillful force of the Tai Chi "Grasp the Sparrow's Tail" to wrap around the clone's arm. He twisted and guided the opponent's force to the side, while his toes pointed straight out like cones, silently stabbing out and striking the clone's knee.

The clone lightly touched the ground with its toes, and its entire leg lifted up instantly as if it were spring-loaded, dodging the kick. At the same time, its bent knee flew towards Li Xia's groin like an iron hammer. Li Xia's kick missed, as if he had expected this, and he also raised his knee to block it.

"Oh!"

The dull thud of their knees colliding sent shivers through the surrounding air. Both men tensed their calf muscles, using their steel-like muscles to absorb the force of the impact, but they were still inevitably knocked back two steps.

Before he could catch his breath, Li Xia stepped forward again and unleashed a series of "Crushing Fists," each punch faster than the last. The clone showed no fear and countered with its own speed. In this extremely fast-paced exchange of blows...

Li Xia suddenly changed his rhythm, from fast to slow, from hard to soft. His palms brushed aside the opponent's fists with flowing grace, and his left hand reached for the Doom Pistol at his waist again.

The clone chuckled, seemingly prepared all along. It attacked relentlessly, trading blows for blows, and stomped heavily on the ground. Its fist whistled as it slammed into Li Xia's chin. If this punch landed, even if Li Xia was incredibly tough, he would probably be momentarily stunned by 'his own' fist.

The clone clearly intended to withstand the attack with its own body and stop him from drawing his gun!

This is exactly the effect we wanted!
The left hand, which had been extended to the side of the waist, suddenly pointed its fingers like a knife, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, and silently stabbed towards the clone's armpit.

The clone also changed its move, its right fist suddenly changing direction and smashing towards Li Xia's hand chop.

"Oh!"

Li Xia's hand-blade technique changed again, directly flipping his wrist into a palm and pressing down on the fist. Amidst the surging air, the two briefly exchanged glances.

Calmness and madness coexisted, with only the burning desire to win blazing in their eyes.

After a brief pause, the two men threw punches again, creating a dense barrage of impacts as they clashed with fists, palms, claws, fingers, elbows, knees, and toes.
Every part of the body is like a deadly weapon, moving so fast that it is indistinguishable.

Occasionally, drops of blood mingled with rising black smoke, while the scalding steam from breaths was dispersed by the winds stirred up during battle before it could even escape.

In this intense and terrifying melee, with no room for retreat, both sides' health was slowly decreasing.

Li Xia constantly used misfortune as an opportunity to change the course of the battle, attracting the clones to stop him, and in this way, he gradually turned the situation around in his own hands.

Damage can be reflected, but the situation cannot. At their level of skill, being even one move behind could easily put them at a disadvantage.

Without damage mapping, the clone would probably have been killed by Li Xia long ago, who used the ability of misfortune to create fighter jets. Health is like the stock market; each drop is accompanied by a small rise, but ultimately it plummets like a slide into an abyss.

60%
58%
54%
47%
Both Li Xia and the clone's health points were decreasing slowly but steadily. In the end, their attacks became increasingly frantic, and the rate at which their health points were decreasing accelerated.

44%
39%
His forehead had already been split open by the headbutt, and the wounds hadn't even had time to heal. Blood was flowing down his face, and everything in front of Li Xia was blood red. His body was covered with wounds.

To reduce the blood volume to this level with just a punch, it wasn't a single, massive blow, but rather a brutal, torture-like attack. Even a body made of steel began to crumble and crack under 'his own' blows.

But the fierce light in Li Xia's eyes grew stronger and stronger, as if a piece of red-hot steel, forged through countless hammer blows, was about to take shape.

"Boom!"

His fists had long since cracked, and every punch he threw was accompanied by spurting blood, the crimson blood like sparks flying from a hammer blow on steel.

With each punch and strike, he became more refined. The proficiency of "The Ultimate Technique" in the backstage area had long since reached 100%. Even the words "The Ultimate Technique" had a faint scarlet tinge, as if something was about to burst forth.

"Boom!"

A blood-soaked fist, revealing the white bones, clashed once again with the intact replica's fist.

The blood was instantly shattered into a blood mist by the enormous impact, turning the originally white airwaves into a chilling crimson.

HP: 23.7%
Replicas: 30%!

"ah------!"

A thunderous roar erupted from Li Xia's chest, like a hammer slamming down with its final blow.

His already mangled left fist clenched again, and he smashed it toward the clone's throat.

The clone's eyes were fierce as it threw a punch, exchanging blows. That was his favorite thing to do.

"Bang! — Crash!"

The clone's eyes suddenly narrowed, and its expression changed. Li Xia's seemingly ferocious punches were easily repelled in the clash, and even bounced back at a speed faster than the punch itself.

At the same time, his body spun around using this force, and as his left hand bounced back and slashed toward his waist, the clone's eyebrows stood up high. A sense of humiliation at being tricked rose up, but it was already too late.

With a ferocious roar, he grabbed Li Xia's left shoulder, his five fingers instantly piercing into flesh. With a twist, he could dislocate Li Xia's shoulder entirely. Even if he couldn't dislocate it, he would definitely be unable to fire a gun.

But Li Xia had laid the groundwork for this move with countless punches!
That was the only chance earned through tens of thousands of all-out attacks!

Even if this opportunity only gives him a fraction of a second more to take the initiative, it's enough!
"Oh!"

The gun muzzle of the doomed weapon spewed out thick smoke and flames, and a silver bullet of destiny shot out from the smoke. Li Xia never thought of keeping the distance to shoot or simply holding the gun in his hand.

Because the other side won't give him a chance to fire, and the apostle's reaction time is enough to easily avoid the misfortune of a muzzle velocity of only 130 meters per second unless he is face-to-face with an excellent opportunity.

And now, that opportunity has arrived!

The clone, its fingers still gripping Li Xia's shoulder, could only watch helplessly as the bullet, almost touching its face, struck its chest.

[Executioner, you have dealt 300 points of fate damage to the enemy, who is now in a 5-second fate shock state.]

5 seconds. No wonder he's so afraid of bad luck!
Li Xia's eyes were sharp as knives, radiating an unprecedentedly fierce light.

This is an abundance of time that we hadn't even imagined!

Everything around seemed to have stopped; the whole world was silent, reduced to black and white.

Nightfall appeared in his right hand in an instant, slicing through the clone's left arm with a cold light.

Replicant HP: 27%
A thin trail of blood also appeared on Li Xia's left arm. Hissing white smoke rose from the wound, which was caused by the cells frantically dividing, growing, and repairing themselves, causing the local temperature to rise instantly and evaporating bodily fluids, resulting in the white smoke.

But Li Xia stumbled and tore his newly repaired left arm off his body.

The health bar suddenly dropped significantly.

Li Xia's HP: 19.5%
Blood spurted from the severed arm. Li Xia stood in front of the clone, holding a gun in one hand. He was covered in wounds, and the dense wounds and blood made him look like a blood-soaked man.

But he exuded an overwhelming and fierce aura, like a sharp blade that had been hammered and finally unsheathed, its astonishing cold light illuminating the fourteen provinces in an instant.

The silence of night unfolds before me, and silver 'flowers' bloom like fallen petals on this lonely round platform.

Every shot landed on the clone's left arm; the clone's special, invulnerable body made its left arm the perfect target.

Damage mapping will only occur in the same part of the body, and Li Xia's empty left arm will not be damaged at all!

The clone's health was decreasing at an alarming rate.

25%
23%
19%
14.9%
14.4%
13.2%!
In an instant, all the gunshots vanished, and Li Xia flicked his toes, transferring the curse he held in his left hand to his right.

He pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Oh!"

Endless shadows spread behind him, and he seemed to hear wild laughter, wails, and cries.

[Dear Acting Reserve Officer, congratulations! You have completed the highest difficulty level of the trial!]

Li Xia turned his head to the side and spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.

The misfortune in his mind vaguely told him how terrible and disgusting the food had tasted.

"Hmm, it doesn't taste good."

[Trial nearing completion, teleporting]

[Dear Acting Reserve Officer, please claim your reward!]

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1. Monthly pass 2. Recommendation vote

Damn, this is so hard to write! This chapter took me over four hours to write.
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