I Can Copy And Evolve Talents

Chapter 303 Skill Of A Copycat

Chapter 303 Skill Of A Copycat

Northern was not used to such a high level of speed yet. Sometimes he miscalculated the time it'd take to land some strikes—since All Eyes had initially enhanced his vision, he was often used to calculating his delivered strikes before rendering them.

And now that All Eyes had evolved due to Chaos, that particular feature of his had gotten way better ever since.

Sometimes, he just stared at all his opponents, determined their locations, and with spatial awareness, he didn't need to look a second time.

However, with Chaos Eyes' four compartment view, he could now even do better. His seeing was optimized beyond human, perhaps even monster standards.

If there was anything Northern shouldn't be worried about, it was seeing at all.

Cal, after delivering a sick blow to one White Walker before him, finally paused and surveyed the battlefield.

He turned back only to see a flood of White corpses. He had most definitely killed a lot, but he knew that more of the work had been done by Northern and his clones.

And with what he had seen of Northern so far, he was beyond impressed. He had thought him to be a reckless brat before.

Even though Northern had the eyes of a seasoned warrior, someone that had to walk through hell to survive, his appearance was still that of a young youngling, as Cal saw it.

But now, his orientations were seeking another direction.

Just as he thought about it, Cal moved his head to find where Northern was.

As they fought on, they were moving forward, moving through the clearing that separated one house from the other and leaving a trail of corpses behind them.

The clones were not even in sight now; they had probably entered a corner to pursue an enemy. Northern, however, was in front.

Cal turned his head forward. Just then, one clone stepped out of the corner, his face marred with blood, glanced at him, and shot forward.

'That almost gave me the chills.'

If it was not because they were wearing off-white leather armor, and Northern was wearing a black one, he'd have undoubtedly mistaken the clone just now for Northern.

He continued forward, observing Northern from a distance. When he got closer and could see Northern's movement vividly, Cal's brows furrowed slightly.

"Has he always been this fast?" He muttered to himself.

Of course, Cal's first meeting with Northern was inside the rift. So, there's no way to say how powerful Northern had been all the while.

And it didn't even cross his mind that Northern had copied his skill, course why would it?

The very concept of being able to permanently copy someone else's talent is impossible to exist in this world's formulation.

And that is because the very concept of not having a Soul Core is very impossible.

Even mundane humans have soul cores.

It's just that theirs had a unique structure and was unaccommodating to essence.

It wasn't their fault, or anyone's. It's just the soul of the person.

Never would it cross anyone's mind. Not native foreigners, not natives.

He watched for a few more seconds, then a small frown carved his brows.

"Huh... what is this?"

Cal could recognize some semblance of his own movements in the way Northern shifted between the White Walkers.

It was chaotic of some sort, but there was a resemblance, even though it was slight.

Cal stood akimbo and tilted his head a little.

'Or am I imagining it?' He thought, but also thought that he possibly couldn't.

His footwork was one that was specifically designed for his speed-based ability, and he was only able to master it after several drills for three years.

Before then, his movements were usually all over the place, too elaborate. Such that, his speed usually worked to his own disadvantage.

After mastering the Wind Stepper footwork, which was taught to him by his own uncle, everything got better. His movements too got better, and his use of his ability grew drastically.

He could tell instantly that what Northern was using was his, but at the same time, he got very confused because there was no rhythm to it. If anything, it seemed disjointed.

And yet...

Northern was keeping his own with it, effectively eviscerating them one after the other.

He showed no signs of letting up; he kept pushing forward, swift and fluid, slashing monsters after monsters with blinding speed.

What had started as a battle where he was defending and attacking had transitioned into a one-sided massacre, like he was killing mob monsters.

And these were all Hellion-rank monsters.

Cal soon rejoined the battle, both of them kept pushing forward with the clones.

Northern's breathing at some point became even, as at that, he still had his breathing under perfect control.

Despite their efforts, more White Walkers continued to emerge from the snow, some out of houses, their numbers were seemingly endless.

But Northern and Cal showed no signs of slowing down.

They cut through the defenses of the monsters like they were plunging into tofu.

Northern pushed one leg forward and leaned; immediately, the wind swirled around him like a protective Aura of some sort.

In the next moment, Northern flashed across in a trail of snow, entering into the group of the White Walkers.

They could barely track his movements, let alone mount a coordinated defense.

He extended both his sword arms instantaneously and swung them together, exploding forth a flurry of strikes that not only marred irreparable flesh damages but carried enough force to scatter them like bowling pins.

Cal, watching Northern in that moment, paused. He'd be damned if he didn't recognize his own ability.

However, he was still left confused.

'What is this?'

He was sure there would have been no way that Northern would be able to copy his Talents. That shouldn't be possible as far as the history of his world goes.

So what was happening?

He questioned himself internally while watching as Northern continued to cut down the White Walkers over and over again.

He was lost, definitely, but the battle still had to go on, didn't it?

"I can talk about it with him later. Right now, let's focus on surviving."