Chapter 1638
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Chapter 1638 The Real and Fake Lin Qiye
At the moment he saw that figure, Lin Qiye’s pupils suddenly contracted!
The same clothes, the same face, the same voice, the same mannerisms… Looking at him was like looking into a mirror. No matter from which angle, there was no difference to be found.
Not just him, but everyone standing behind the second “Lin Qiye” was also stunned.
“What… what’s going on?” Zhan Yuwu asked in confusion. “It really transformed into an identical person? What a formidable evil spirit!!”
The many soldiers behind Zhan Yuwu also began discussing in surprise, their gazes switching constantly between Lin Qiye and “Lin Qiye,” their eyes filled with shock.
“This is not just a simple evil spirit!” “Lin Qiye’s” expression was extremely serious. “This is part of those red stars… If I’m not mistaken, it’s the messenger of a Ke-system god. Neither its strength nor its eeriness can be compared to ordinary evil spirits!”
Upon hearing the words “Ke-system god,” Huo Qubing’s eyes narrowed slightly, and his gaze toward Lin Qiye changed somewhat.
He actually knows about the Ke-system gods?
Hearing these words, Lin Qiye was mentally shaken. This counterfeit had directly stolen his lines, and regarding the Ke-system gods, only he, Huo Qubing, and Wu Quan knew about it. With the first sentence this fake uttered, he had already gained part of Huo Qubing’s trust!
Even Wu Quan, standing beside Lin Qiye, had confusion appearing in his eyes again, his gaze shifting constantly between Lin Qiye and “Lin Qiye.”
“That powerful?” Zhan Yuwu drew his curved blade, his spiritual power surging wildly. As he walked toward Lin Qiye, he spoke coldly, “Marquis, I want to see just how capable this so-called messenger is!”
“Wait!” Yan Zhong immediately pulled him back, his eyes flashing with sharp light. “Since these two Lin Qiyes look exactly the same, how do you know that the one standing beside you isn’t the fake?!”
Zhan Yuwu froze in place.
“But, he just called out our names, didn’t he?”
“Zhan Yuwu, you are the Marquis’s deputy, and that hypocrite who just spoke is Yan Zhong, the Marquis’s strategist. You two have followed the Marquis for years and are the highest-level special agents in this army apart from the Marquis himself.” Lin Qiye directly repeated what Zhan Yuwu had said earlier, word for word.
Zhan Yuwu stood frozen.
After a moment, he thought carefully and chose to stand on Lin Qiye’s side.
“Why did you go over there?!” Yan Zhong asked in confusion.
“I believe he is the real one,” Zhan Yuwu said seriously. “He called you a hypocrite.”
Yan Zhong: …
“I once presented seven evil spirit heads and the female prisoner Gong Yangwan as generous gifts to request an audience with the Marquis,” “Lin Qiye” countered.
At this point, even Yan Zhong and the others couldn’t tell them apart. Their gazes swept back and forth between the two, their expressions extremely strange.
Lin Qiye stared at the other “Lin Qiye,” his gaze gradually becoming fierce.
This counterfeit seemed to know many things about him, and even knew that he had discussed the concept of Ke-system gods with Huo Qubing… How did he manage that?
Now Lin Qiye truly understood how Sun Wukong felt back then. With a counterfeit who looked exactly like himself and even had flawless memories, proving that he was the real Lin Qiye was no easy task.
So, was this “Six-Eared Macaque” hidden inside that fallen red meteor?
“Do you have anything else to say?” “Lin Qiye” spoke coldly.
Lin Qiye looked into his eyes, gave a cold laugh, and slowly stepped forward.
“What are you doing?” Zhan Yuwu asked vigilantly as he saw Lin Qiye move.
“A fake is a fake, and can never replace me.” Lin Qiye clenched his fingers, making crackling sounds as gusts of force expanded from around him. “I want to see, even if you can imitate my appearance and tone… can you also produce a Primordial Spirit Embryo?”
Lin Qiye’s foot stomped hard on the ground, his figure flashing across the earth like lightning. A shadow of a fist swung out, and a figure was sent flying back like a black dot amid a thunderous boom!
The distant ground was smashed into a huge crater, and the fierce wind caused the surrounding soldiers to retreat in succession. Zhan Yuwu blocked the wind with his arm while turning to look at Huo Qubing, as if asking whether to intervene.
Huo Qubing watched the two figures fighting together and shook his head.
Boom boom boom—!!!
A series of massive explosions echoed through the sky like thunder. Within the swirling dust, two identical figures collided at an astonishing speed, bounced apart, and visible waves of air repeatedly tore up the ground, rapidly changing the surrounding terrain.
One figure was seen punching and breaking the other’s arm, then turning to kick him in the chest. The latter flew away like a kite with its string cut, crashing into a hill!
Lin Qiye snorted coldly and flashed to the figure embedded in the mountainside. A palm suddenly chopped toward Lin Qiye’s neck from the mountain, but Lin Qiye easily blocked it and smashed his other fist into the opponent’s chest!
Thud—!!
In the deafening sound of collapse, Lin Qiye stepped on a figure, directly buried in the tumbling rocks.
“Lin Qiye” violently spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes flashing with unwillingness. His remaining arm drew the broken sword at his waist, but it was directly cut in half by the Ama-no-Murakumo sword that Lin Qiye instantly drew!
The smooth blade spun dozens of times in the air before embedding itself in a mountainside. Lin Qiye glanced at the blade he had cut off and said calmly:
“It seems your abilities aren’t that great after all. Not only is your physical body far inferior to mine, even your Ama-no-Murakumo sword is fake…”
“Fake? You’re the fake!” “Lin Qiye” struggled frantically in the deep pit, glaring at Lin Qiye and shouting, “You counterfeit created by Cthulhu! You can never replace…”
Before he could finish, a second flash of the sword passed, and his head flew up, rolling to Huo Qubing and the others.
The counterfeit’s body gradually melted, turning into a strange object growing eyeballs, like willow branches or some kind of tentacle. Lin Qiye glanced at the corpse under his feet and put the Ama-no-Murakumo sword back at his waist.
“I don’t understand. There are so many people here, why did you specifically choose me? If you had chosen a different target, you might have succeeded.”
Lin Qiye withdrew his gaze and slowly turned to walk to Wu Quan and the others. The way everyone looked at him was somewhat strange.
“Are you… the real Lin Qiye?” Yan Zhong frowned and asked.
“Of course he is,” Wu Quan firmly stated. “Seven-Night Brother couldn’t possibly lose to his own counterfeit. I believe he is real.”
Yan Zhong and the others turned to look at Huo Qubing. After staring at Lin Qiye for a long time, the latter nodded slightly and said:
“Notify the army to continue the journey… Be careful to avoid these colorful mists and proceed at full speed toward Chang’an.”
Upon receiving Huo Qubing’s order, everyone busied themselves. Lin Qiye rode back to his horse and stood amidst the mess on the ground. He looked back at the colorful mist covering several mountain peaks, which showed no signs of dispersing, and narrowed his eyes slightly…
“Seven-Night Brother, it’s time to go,” Wu Quan reminded from ahead on his horse.
“Mm, coming.”
Lin Qiye withdrew his gaze and followed the army, continuing toward Chang’an…
