Chapter 1200 End of the Doppelganger
Michael's strategy of concealing his full power proved to be a wise decision. By limiting the doppelganger's exposure to his true capabilities, he prevented it from becoming more of a headache than it had already been. This tactical approach was now doing wonders in the battle.
Under the relentless assault from the group, with Michael leading the charge, the doppelganger began to show signs of strain. Michael's persistent attacks drew the doppelganger's focus, allowing the others to strike with increased effectiveness.
Michael engaged the doppelganger with a barrage of swift sword strikes. "You can copy my moves, but not my mind," he said calmly. His blades moved in a blur as he executed a series of complex maneuvers designed to confuse and outpace his opponent.
Mirroring Michael's actions, the doppelganger found itself gradually overwhelmed. The group seized the opportunity, their combined attacks becoming more coordinated.
An elf archer shot a series of arrows, each one narrowly missing Michael but hitting the doppelganger. "Now!" the archer called out, signaling the others to intensify their assault.
"Arcane Torrent!" A mage launched a spell, shouting. Soon, a stream of magical energy surged toward the doppelganger, causing its figure to ripple and distort. It tried to evade, but its reaction was a fraction slower, a sign that the constant pressure was taking its toll.
As the doppelganger staggered under the onslaught, its movements became less fluid, its responses less immediate. The adventurers, sensing the shift in momentum, pushed harder.
On the other hand, Gaya reloaded her crossbow and aimed for the doppelganger's joints. "Let's see you dance now," she muttered, firing an armor-penetrating bolt. The bolt struck, and the doppelganger jerked awkwardly, unable to fully avoid the trajectory of the projectile.
Seeing an opening, Michael lunged forward with a powerful thrust. "This ends now," he stated with his sword aimed at the doppelganger's heart.
The group's combined might, along with Michael's strategic planning and execution, had finally tipped the scales in their favor. Amidst the fierce battle, Jin moved stealthily towards the pond. He touched the water's surface, and a doppelganger that took his form emerged. However, this new doppelganger appeared weaker, lacking the strong energy and vitality of Michael's doppelganger. It seemed the pond had expended more energy on creating the stronger doppelganger of Michael, resulting in a less powerful version of Jin.
In the intense fight, Michael noticed Jin's actions out of the corner of his eye. He saw Jin use an amulet, a palm-sized marble. Upon breaking it, another clone of Jin materialized behind the doppelganger. This clone swiftly and silently stabbed Jin's doppelganger in the back, killing it instantly.
While most of the adventurers were too engrossed in the ongoing battle to notice Jin's cunning move, Gaya saw it and cursed under her breath. "That sneaky son of a bitch," she muttered, a mix of annoyance and admiration in her tone. "Saving his energy and playing it smart."
Having accomplished his goal, Jin quickly retreated back into the shadows, avoiding further involvement in the battle. Though unnoticed by many, his action was a clever use of resources, allowing him to conserve his energy while effectively dealing with his doppelganger.
As the battle continued, Michael made a tactical decision to enhance his abilities using the tools at his disposal. He mentally commanded his APD to inject a speed potion into his bloodstream, a concoction designed to increase his speed exponentially.
Under normal circumstances, Michael preferred to rely on his innate abilities and spells, harnessing celestial energy to achieve remarkable speed. However, in this critical moment, he recognized the necessity of using the potion, given that the doppelganger lacked access to such enhancements.
When the potion took effect, Michael's movements became a blur to the onlookers. He darted around the doppelganger with incredible swiftness, his body moving with fluid, acrobatic grace. Each movement was calculated and precise, a deadly dance of speed and agility.
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