He wanted to prove that he was the best imitation because that was the meaning of his existence.
To people in the know, such as the silver-haired girl and Mu Yuesheng, this sentence was a rather sorrowful self-deprecation. It was also a form of compromise to the ironic fate. It made people angry at his lack of ambition, but they could not help but feel their hearts ache.
That year, Speechless was four years old. He had charged to the fourth level of the Psionic Mortal Realm at an astonishing speed, awakening his superpower. And in the long and short awakening dream, he still dreamed of imitating the Hero King's daily routine from dawn to late night. He dreamed of the 'kind' faces of his family members who constantly said the words' Hero King '.
Speechless' superpower awakening dream was a dream of the reality he wanted to escape from the most. It was a childhood without entertainment or toys. There was only imitation, imitation, and imitation.
Then, he awakened his superpower. It was an astounding S Class superpower. There were very few of them in China, and instantly, he was known as a genius prodigy.
However, the name of his superpower was ironically called — imitation.
A life that was arranged to be an imitation from birth, but the power he obtained that he could be proud of was still imitation. It was as though his fate had been shackled by the shackles of 'imitation'.
However, imitation made him stronger. It was a strength that far exceeded his peers, or even some adults.
The ability of imitation made him the most promising descendant of the Li family in three thousand years to become the second Hero King. It made him the number one person of China's younger generation without a doubt.
He did not know if he should hate or be thankful for 'imitation'.
However, he did not have any thoughts of rebelling against his family, fate or imitation from the beginning. Therefore, even when he grew up and his mind gradually matured, with the thought of becoming 'Speechless' and not someone else becoming more intense, he did not choose to rebel.
This was because imitation gave him loving family and a warm family. It gave him powerful strength and glorious reputation. Imitation had given him too much, and he could no longer return it.
Speechless had taken the initiative to become partners with imitation.
Therefore, imitation became the meaning of his existence.
Then, in this meaning of existence, what he could do was to imitate to the extreme, which was to become — the most excellent imitation of that man.
Therefore, the imitation Hero King that appeared at that moment was an enemy in the meaning of his existence.
It was not an ordinary enemy.
It was an enemy that he had to defeat with his own hands.
It was the best enemy to prove the ironic meaning of existence.
.....
"Shi Xiaobai, can you lend me your sword?"
Speechless turned his head and said softly.
Shi Xiaobai was not someone who knew the inside story, nor did he know what sort of existence the fake Hero King was to Speechless. However, he could acutely sense Speechless' complicated emotions.
Shi Xiaobai did not hesitate as he combined the black and white swords and accurately threw them at Speechless.
The Hero King might be a good opponent, but Shi Xiaobai had no lack of opponents.
As for Speechless, he was a pretty good friend. Shi Xiaobai did not wish to lose any friends.
"Thank you."
Speechless clearly never expected Shi Xiaobai to be so straightforward. A warm smile suffused across his lips.
Shi Xiaobai's borrowing of the sword also meant that he was willing to temporarily leave the opponent to him.
Speechless turned to look at the gargantuan.
The gatekeeper giant laughed angrily. He suddenly turned around and walked to the wall to sit down. He said with a sneer, "As you wish, This King will quietly watch a good show."
The gargantuan had a dexterity that did not match his massive body. He also had a meticulous mind that was completely opposite to his violent appearance.
He did not easily believe the blond youth's words. That was because the Divine Negative Fire could only be used by the Celestial King who had received the Celestial King's heritage. The blond youth's words were not credible to him.
Therefore, the gargantuan chose to wait and see.
Speechless was very pleased with the gargantuan's' tactfulness'. He turned to look at the expressionless blond youth who appeared extremely patient. He said coldly, "Draw your sword. Let me see how well you have replicated the sword techniques he is best at at this moment."
The blond youth remained expressionless. His handsome facial features seemed frozen. Other than his nostrils flapping slightly due to his breathing, and his eyelids occasionally blinking instinctively, there were no other changes.
"Your words are very strange."
The blond youth said in an emotionless tone, "As a fake NPC, your words are too subjective. It's very strange. Furthermore, are you sure you want to fight one on one? There might be some hope if it's three on one, but one on one is too boring. "
If the words were said by others, they would mostly have a mocking or arrogant tone. However, when said by the blond youth, it was calm and unhurried, as though he was stating an objective fact.
Speechless sneered as he suddenly raised his sword and slashed to his side!
"Three Thousand Li Sword Finger!"
A blue sword beam flashed like it was a leaping pixie. Speechless brandished his sword and the sword beam suddenly appeared on a stone wall a distance away from the tip of the sword.
"Boom!"
The sword beam exploded as a meter-wide hole appeared in the stone wall that surrounded the basin. It was impossible to see the end of the hole as though it had penetrated through the thick stone wall.
"Three Thousand Li Sword. It's a sword move that man created when he was eight years old. The sword beam is so fast that it can instantly behead an enemy from three thousand li away."
Speechless slowly sheathed his sword and said with a sneer, "What do you think of my imitation?"
The blond youth fell silent for a moment before he suddenly stretched his hand to his empty waist.
"Somewhat interesting."
As the blond youth said that, he made a sword-drawing action out of thin air.
However, in everyone's eyes, the blond youth's right hand was making a sword-grabbing action, but there was nothing in his right hand. It was as though he had pulled out air and was holding air.
However, Speechless pricked up his eyebrows slightly and said, "A sword that doesn't exist. I never expected you to be able to imitate this sword."
The blond youth did not say a word. After he made the sword-drawing action, his entire aura underwent an earth-shattering change. Just a second ago, he was as calm as still water in an ancient well, but at that moment, there was an undetectable glint surging in his eyes. It was as though there were tumbling waves in his eyes.
The blond youth suddenly made a slashing action!
He clearly did not have a sword in his hand, but when he slashed, the sharp sword beam flashed like a bolt of lightning on a sunny day. The surging sword intent that overflowed was something even the most ordinary audience in the basin could sense.
That sword intent only had killing intent. It was the purest killing intent.
And at the same time, Speechless also made a slashing action. That action was identical to the blond youth!
"Boom!"
Two sword beams that could not be seen with the naked eye clashed in midair. There was a deafening explosion as they shattered like fireworks. The sword was like a mirror image, but it was ultimately calm.
"Hundred-eight Thousand Li Sword."
The corners of Speechless' mouth suffused a smile that was unknown if it was a mockery or a self-deprecating one. He said, "When that man was nine years old, he raised the sword move he created at the age of eight to a brand new level. The range of his sword fingers went from fifteen thousand li to a hundred and eight thousand li. It looked like an increase of sixty times, but it was actually an increase in difficulty of six hundred times or even six thousand times. That man used the insights he gained from creating that move to become one of the top ten Sword Masters in the world at the age of nine. As for me, in order to learn that move at the age of nine, I did not sleep for an entire month. Finally, I managed to master it, but all I received was — 'You're still far from it. That man created it himself, and you are imitating it. You should have learned it at the age of eight'. "
Speechless lowered his head slightly as his expression looked somewhat desolate.
The blond youth remained expressionless after hearing that, but an indiscernible cold beam flashed in his eyes.
"I roughly understand your setting, but I do not understand how you knew that I was in another world. However, I don't like it when you refer to me as' that man '."
The blond youth continued using an emotionless tone to say, "To be precise, I hate it very much, so I hate you."
I hate you.
The words that sounded like a young girl's tone did not sound like a young girl's coquettishness when said from the blond youth's mouth. It was a tone that was colder than a winter blizzard. The killing intent it contained seemed to freeze the air.
Speechless shook his head and said with a laugh, "Perfect, I also hate you very much. So, there can only be one of us."
"En, then you can die."
The blond youth used two mood particles to strengthen his toneless tone.
Then, he raised his hand.
He slashed out with his sword.
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(PS: After finishing a chapter in the afternoon, I planned on writing another chapter at night before posting it together. However, I was too tired at night, so I slept for a while. I never expected to oversleep. When I woke up, it was already two in the morning. I had to quickly finish writing. It's already four-thirty in the morning. I'm really sorry.)
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