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19: Wasted Effort

~Cough ~Cough

~Argh

~Agh

"Stop! Stop…"

He kneeled on the ground and raised his left arm to stop the clone from attacking. He puked blood on the ground. Both his arms trembled as if he was having seizures.

"Just give me a—" ~cough ~cough

"Just… let me catch ~huff ~huff my breath…."

It was the 15th day in the abyss. The clone retracted the trident away from his neck. He gazed at Creed, painting the ground with blood and spit, expressionless. His shirt was completely turned into a shredded rag, whereas the clone had only minor scratches here and there.

"You really think this is going somewhere?"

"What's that?" Creed pushed himself against the ground slowly but his legs gave up as he crumbled on the ground. His body was bleeding from scratches and wounds, he asked, "What do you mean?"

~thud..

"This new combat technique…" The clone replied, "How come it is making you weaker?"

"So you felt it on the 15th day?" Creed replied panting heavily, "I felt that on the 7th day… guess that also pro
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