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In a world where strength reigns supreme, Leon Xian was nothing but a cripple, mocked and humiliated by his peers. Betrayed, abandoned, and cast aside—his fate seemed sealed.

Until he awakened the Limitless Copy System.

Steal any talent. Copy any technique. Master any power.

With a single touch, he rises from the depths of mediocrity to stand above geniuses. The arrogant elites who once looked down on him? He crushes them with their own techniques. The noble beauty who broke off their engagement? Now, she regrets it.

From a sect’s laughingstock to an unstoppable force, Leon’s journey has just begun. Enemies will kneel, beauties will fall, and legends will be rewritten.

Watch as the trash becomes invincible!

Supreme Copy System: From Trash to Invincible

The cold night air carried an eerie stillness over the Inner Sect grounds.

A shadow moved swiftly across the rooftops, blending seamlessly into the darkness.

Leon Xian sat in meditation inside his courtyard, completely unaware—or so it seemed.

But his lips curled into a faint smirk.

In the depths of the forest behind the sect, five figures knelt before a man cloaked in black.

His voice was low, yet filled with authority.

"Leon Xian has disrupted the balance of the Inner Sect. The Elders fear what he may become."

A masked assassin stepped forward. "What are the orders?"

Then, like ghosts, the assassins disappeared into the night.

Leon sat cross-legged in his room, his breath slow and steady. His senses expanded, reaching out into the quiet night.

He kept his breathing even, waiting… waiting…

A flash of golden Qi exploded around him as he dodged, the blade slicing just inches from his throat.

"Assassins, huh?" he muttered, a glint of excitement in his gaze.

Three assassins materialized from the shadows, their daggers gleaming with poisonous intent.

The first assassin struck, aiming for his chest. Leon twisted his body, evading with barely an inch to spare.

But the second assassin was already moving.

A cold light flashed as a dagger shot toward Leon's ribs.

Leon deflected the blade with his bare hand, his Qi surging as his palm hardened like metal.

"You guys are fast," he said, dodging another strike. "But not fast enough."

With a burst of speed, he grabbed the third assassin's arm and—

A sickening snap echoed through the courtyard.

The assassin screamed before Leon tossed him aside like trash.

"Come on. Don't tell me that's all?"

A chilling presence descended upon the courtyard.

The final assassin emerged from the shadows—a man dressed in flowing black robes, his eyes gleaming with killing intent.

A thin blade appeared in the assassin's hand. "You're skilled," he admitted. "But against me—"

A blade materialized at his throat.

A sword light flashed through the air—

The assassin staggered back, his blade deflected.

Her sword hummed in the moonlight, her expression cold.

"You'll have to get through me first," she said.

Chapter 23: Assassins in the Dark