I just broke up with my boyfriend and then I transmigrated into the world of "The Lost Tomb&quo

"Damn it! Young Master, you've been hiding your strength!" Hei Xiazi was kicked out. He had clearly fought Ling Xiao quite a bit before, so how could this be?

Either Ling Xiao was hiding his strength, or these fakes were stronger than them. But when he saw that another Black Bear was also kicked out, there was nothing he didn't understand.

“Every time I fought you, I was injured. Rather than saying I was hiding my strength, it’s more accurate to say that you won unfairly,” Ling Xiao replied.

"Then you must get some rest when you get back. We'll fight again then." Black Bear extended an invitation to spar, rubbed his face with the back of his hand, stood up, stretched his muscles, and was eager to try.

"Defeat him first," Ling Xiao said, refusing his invitation.

As the smoke cleared, three corpses were found on the ground. Clearly, the young man, the fat man, and Panzi had succeeded. The corpses disappeared after the smoke dissipated.

Cheng Yu quickly checked the badges on their wrists and breathed a sigh of relief when he found they were his own.

Still just kids, the two strong ones didn't understand what the others were doing; they were holding hands and watching the smoke together.

Ling Xiao glanced at Wu Xie, wondering why he hadn't taken care of himself yet. The fake Ling Xiao was also puzzled. Now that they had lost two people, there was nothing left to hesitate about.

Seeing that Ling Xiao had started to move, Ling Xiao swung out his nine-section whip. The fake Ling Xiao dodged to the side and then also took out his nine-section whip.

For some unknown reason, both sides were unarmed and did not draw their weapons. It was Ling Xiao who broke the hidden rule first.

The fake Ling Xiao tilted his head, bent down and charged at him. The two struck each other, their fists landing hard, showing no mercy despite the fact that the other looked exactly like him.

The two of them didn't know how they fought, but in just a few moments, the nine-section whip wrapped around each other's necks.

Both sides were straining, their knees pressed together symmetrically, as if facing a mirror.

Suddenly, Ling Xiao released his grip on the nine-section whip around his neck and used his free hand to punch the fake Ling Xiao in the abdomen. A sharp pain shot through him, causing the fake Ling Xiao to fall to the ground.

That spot was exactly where Jieyuhua had stabbed him with the Emei dagger. He left the Emei dagger there. If it was a copy, then there would definitely be one left in the fake Lingxiao's body as well.

Sure enough, the Emei dagger pierced through Ling Xiao's body. Freed from its restraint, Ling Xiao shook off the nine-section whip around his neck, coughed twice, and slowly walked to the fake Ling Xiao. He squatted down, touched the fake's face, and then slowly moved one hand to the fake's abdomen.

Little by little, they pulled out the Emei Thorn Iron Pillar that had lost its sharp edges. The fake Lingxiao curled up on the ground in pain. The fake Xieyuhua was about to rush up when Xieyuhua also stepped forward and started fighting with him.

"Brother Lingxiao!" The two strong boys stood there, somewhat bewildered. Why were the two Brother Lingxiao acting like this?

"Don't go over there!" Cheng Yu stopped them.

Ling Xiao stood up and stepped on the face of the fake Ling Xiao. Several fake clones immediately became restless, seemingly looking for an opportunity to launch a sneak attack. However, they were outnumbered, and the few of them could delay them. The scene fell into chaos again.

The fake Ling Xiao gripped Ling Xiao's leg tightly, slamming it against his face with all his might, then, enduring the pain and slurring his words, said, "You can't..."

Only when the pain started to throb in his neck did he finally lose the strength to struggle, and he didn't even have time to finish his sentence.

The person beneath his feet finally lost all strength, and Ling Xiao removed his foot. The fake Ling Xiao died in a pool of blood, his eyes wide open in death as he dissipated.