Born Almighty Warrior novel Chapter 1291

The figure looked exceedingly familiar to Ricky. It was a man clad in black clothes with striking white hair and a wicked smile on his face. He had the air of a righteous man, and he seemed like he could make anyone feel comfortable in his presence.

Ricky was thunderstruck at what he was seeing. It couldn't be a dream or a hallucination, as the figure was made of flesh and blood.

After a few moments, a bright smile lit up his features, as recognition dawned on his face.

"Hi! It's nice to meet you. I'm Ricky Nan. I am from the River of Time!" the figure casually introduced himself. "You must be confused right now. Let me put it this way. You and I are actually the same person, but I was you from a second ago."

Ricky studied the man standing in front of him. They looked so alike that it felt like he was standing in front of a mirror. If Ricky didn't know better, he would have thought the man was his twin brother.

"What a coincidence. My name is Ricky Nan too!

I'm curious if you are real, or maybe you're just an illusion," Ricky responded blankly.

"I am real, but, technically, I don't really exist. You can fight and defeat me, but you can't kill me, as that would also mean killing yourself. Without me, you will cease to exist.

If you fight me and lose, you only have to admit defeat to survive. However, if you refuse to surrender, you will die," the Ricky from the River of Time replied.

"So, you are saying that there's only one way for me to survive? Well, I guess I have to take you down and send you back to the River of Time," Ricky declared pensively.

"That is true, but it will be impossible for you to defeat me. After all, I know you better than anyone else," the Ricky from the River of Time murmured as he stared at Ricky inscrutably.

"I have faith in myself, and I believe that I'm stronger now than I was a second ago. The victory will surely be mine. And besides, you don't belong here since you are from the past, so just go back to where you're from," retorted Ricky fearlessly.

"Stop flapping your lips and prove it. Let's see if you can defeat me," the Ricky from the River of Time challenged him with a sly smile.

Meanwhile, the warriors at the Sage Level had heard all these, and they could only stare in utter shock. One of them exclaimed, "Paul was undoubtedly the most powerful warrior. He could even summon the creatures' different versions from the River of Time."

"He was indeed awesome. If he hadn't possessed incredible time power, he couldn't have done that!" another warrior added.

Another Sage Level warrior said, "This makes me really want to get Paul's inheritance. After all, he was the best warrior in ancient times. It would be a waste if his inheritance fell into the hands of someone from the outer region."

The two Rickys gazed intently at each other, and both released their full momentums. They were already aware of each other's triumph cards, which meant that they didn't have to waste time hiding anything. They needed to go all out with the hope of catching the other off-guard.

If they hesitated even a little bit, it could give their opponents the chance to fight back.

In no time, the duo activated their six mutants, the chaotic power, the chromatic energy, and their Golden Spirit Eyes. On top of that, they also took out the Iron Justice Sabers, slashing at each other in full force.

The two Rickys had unleashed all their moves and powers, which were just copies of each other.

The difference between Ricky and his counterpart from the River of Time was almost unnoticeable, which meant that it would be exceedingly difficult for Ricky to overcome his foe.

As a result, Ricky and his other version ended in a stalemate. Both got injured.

At the sight of this, another heated discussion erupted among the warriors outside the ancient battlefield. "It seems like no one will get the inheritance in the end."

"The more talented a warrior is, the more difficult for him to pass this test. It levels the playing field and makes it more challenging for talented warriors to succeed."

"That's right. Maybe we should find a way to get the arena out of the ancient battlefield. After all, the ancient battlefield will vanish again after a year, and who knows where the arena could end up in after two hundred years."