Mirror of Deception

As the doppelgänger flew away, Adam leisurely sat on the ground and reviewed his fight. Despite his confidence in defeating anyone of the same tier, the evil ghost's proficiency in melee combat astounded him. With the same speed and strength, he could do so much more than him.

'But again, I'm a mage. I use melee combat only when I'm forced to or to save mana,' he thought, a bitter aftertaste filling his mouth. He wanted to improve his close combat skills, but without a body or opponent in the dream place, how could he? After all, swinging his sword in empty air would yield minimal results and consume too much time he didn't have.

"This one was an exception. I won't face anyone as strong in melee in a magic world, right?" He muttered, comforting himself. The body cultivator's absolute limit was fixed at the third tier, and they wouldn't copy his spells like the ghost.