The "clone" on the right was equally swift in its attack. Seeing Fang Cheng dodge to the side, the dagger in its hand immediately sliced toward his neck with a sharp and vicious motion.
While fighting, Fang Cheng kept retreating, his gaze sharp and his footwork agilely shifting. He occasionally blocked and parried, searching for a chance to counterattack.
Although he was caught off guard earlier and was injured by the opponent's extremely bizarre move,
Fang Cheng had long mastered the methods of dealing with situations of being surrounded and attacked in his numerous combat practices against hypothetical enemies.
At this moment, he quickly calmed down, carefully observing the trajectory of each "clone," looking for any flaw in their movements, not missing any detail that could potentially turn the tide of battle.
Suddenly, Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed, and seizing the opportunity, the power he had been accumulating erupted instantly.
