Complete Mastery of the Icicle Technique 

After some thought, he still decided to take another risk and try again.

So Liu Ming exhaled softly and with a single hand, he flicked his wrist. With the sound of tearing through the air, a wind blade shot out immediately.

A flash of green light, and the wind blade zipped closely past the arm of the "himself" opposite.

There was a "putt" sound, and a several-inch-long cut appeared, from which pale golden blood emerged.

Liu Ming hadn't even the chance to be surprised when he felt a pain on his own arm. He quickly rolled up the sleeve, and after a close look, his pupils suddenly contracted.

On his arm, there was a similarly thin, several-inch-long wound from which bright red blood flowed.

Liu Ming's face turned somewhat pale as he raised his head to look at the wound on the opposite Liu Ming's arm, then back at the wound on his own, both identical in position and shape without the slightest difference.

His mind was suddenly overwhelmed with confusion.