Read Novel Full Chapter 538: DEFEATING HIS DOPPELGANGER
Chapter 538: DEFEATING HIS DOPPELGANGER
Aaron remained perfectly calm, even as hundreds of clones surged toward him from every direction at once.
Their attacks filled the air with a deadly storm of blood bullets, dark chains, werewolf claws, and crackling spells.
Yet Aaron’s expression never wavered.
"Temporal Lock," he said calmly.
His eyes flared with brilliant light as the command left his lips.
Every single clone froze mid-motion, bodies locked inside a shimmering cage of stopped time.
But the doppelganger reacted instantly.
With a sharp wave of its hand, it shattered Aaron’s temporal lock, freeing the entire horde in a single heartbeat.
"Of course you would react in time," Aaron murmured, a knowing smile tugging at his lips.
The doppelganger spun around in shock, only to find Aaron already standing directly behind it.
Before the enemy could even twitch, Aaron’s fist, coated in pure destruction element, slammed into its back with devastating force.
The doppelganger flew backward like a broken doll and crashed hard into the tower’s distant wall.
Stone cracked and dust exploded outward from the impact.
"I was right," Aaron muttered, his smile widening with quiet satisfaction.
"A deliberate loophole was left behind just so I could defeat you."
He had studied the doppelganger carefully with his mystic eyes from the very start.
The enemy’s greatest strength lay in its thousands of clones and the brief cooldown between its major abilities.
Aaron had deliberately let the fight look desperate, drawing the doppelganger into overcommitting.
The moment he cast the temporal lock, he had already anticipated the reversal.
Using flames compressed tightly around his body, he had boosted his kinetic energy in a explosive burst.
That sudden surge of speed carried him behind the doppelganger before the time lock even fully broke.
"And secondly," Aaron continued, stretching out his hand with a grin.
A white sphere materialized in his right palm, shaping itself into the radiant form of Excalibur.
At the same time, a black sphere formed in his left, hardening into the brutal weight of Dragon’s Forge.
"You don’t have my Ego weapons," Aaron noted with clear amusement.
"Guess those are exclusive to the real me."
He rolled his shoulders once, eyes gleaming with fresh excitement.
"Alright, all of you," he called out to the clones, voice carrying across the battlefield.
"This is going to be a one-sided slaughter from here on out."
Aaron’s leg muscles swelled and shifted, transforming into the powerful, clawed limbs of a werewolf variant.
To handle the immense pressure, he reinforced them with overlapping dragon scales that gleamed like molten obsidian.
His blood vessels enlarged and pulsed visibly, allowing blood to surge faster and hotter through his body.
His hands slimmed and lengthened, taking on the flexible, shadowy grace of his shadow bloodline for maximum reach and precision.
His chaos physique thrummed beneath it all, ready to absorb any backlash.
Two massive fallen-angel wings erupted from his back, wreathed in black flames that crackled with power.
They flexed once, granting him perfect maneuverability and blinding speed.
Finally, he wrapped himself in the silent cloak of his shadow bloodline, making every movement utterly undetectable.
"First, let’s handle the logistics," Aaron muttered, voice low and focused.
He exploded forward, moving faster than ten times the speed of light.
The air screamed around him as he blurred across the battlefield.
Before any clone could react, Aaron appeared simultaneously behind the witch clone, the time clone, and the space clone.
Using his mastery over time, he had created temporary remnants of himself, existing in multiple places at once.
In one fluid motion, he severed all three necks with precise, merciless strikes.
The clones crumpled without a sound.
"Now that they’re gone," Aaron said, eyes narrowing with cold intent, "time for a proper cleanup."
He moved again.
The remaining clones barely had time to register what was happening before he appeared in front of the dragon-variant clone.
With a single sharp swing of Dragon’s Forge, he sliced through its neck and continued the arc outward.
But the attack didn’t stop there.
Aaron had already linked the spatial coordinates of every remaining clone together.
One swing became hundreds, striking every enemy at the exact same moment across the battlefield.
Heads rolled.
Bodies collapsed.
The entire army of clones fell in a single, devastating wave of destruction.
"Hmm. Guess I can actually be efficient when I want to be," Aaron muttered, staring at the sea of lifeless clones scattered across the battlefield.
With nothing more than a single, perfectly timed attack, he had wiped out every last one of them.
The floor fell silent, broken only by the faint crackle of dying embers and the distant hum of the tower itself.
"Now you," he said, turning toward the original doppelganger with a lazy grin.
"What am I going to do with you?"
The doppelganger didn’t answer.
Instead, its body began to swell rapidly, veins of dark energy pulsing beneath its skin like cracks in reality.
"What do you think you’re doing?" Aaron asked, surprise flickering across his face for the first time.
He reacted a split second too late.
The doppelganger exploded.
The blast was deafening, a cataclysmic merger of every essence it had stolen, bloodline, concept, authority, and raw power all forced together in one final, suicidal surge.
The tower itself shook violently under the pressure.
Everything in its path was obliterated.
Time warped and fractured.
Space collapsed inward like shattered glass.
Every element in the air twisted and screamed as the explosion tore through existence itself.
To Aaron, it felt like an eternity of pure annihilation.
In reality, because the blast had forcibly stopped time, the entire cataclysm lasted less than a single second.
When the chaos finally subsided and time began to flow again, the doppelganger still stood.
It had separated its core from the body just before detonation, hiding safely in the calm eye of the storm.
"Guess I’m the better one," the doppelganger spoke for the first time, its voice a perfect mirror of Aaron’s own, confident, mocking, and laced with arrogance.
"At least it’s good to know my voice is the best," Aaron replied from across the ruined floor.