<h4>Chapter 1063 - Fake, Real... Dead?</h4>


    Who?


    Upon hearing these fake footsteps, the Fake Jingo quickly took out his weapon.


    His men should be In the sh.i.p.s.


    So whoever wasing in was definitely an enemy.


    And sure enough, he was right.


    ~Woosh!


    Like lightning, 4 figures advanced hastily.


    The moment Lucius and his men saw the smoke, they knew that someone’s life was at stake.


    So they dared not sneak in but rushed over fiercely.


    ~Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.~


    "You three, this seems to be some torture room of some sort. Check those buckets for water and save him.


    As for me, I’ll handle the big guy over there."


    "Yes."


    With that, the gang divided up with Lucius aiming for the fake Jingo, who in turn ran towards the wall and picked up a long Scythe, which looked like the weapon one would see the grim reaper holding.


    He gritted his teeth maniacally: "You the hell are you all? Are you also here to steal my identity? I’ll tell you all now that I’m the real Jingo who the heavens have blessed! So you can just die!!!"


    ~Swoosh!


    The long Scythe went forth in circr motions, aiming to stab Lucius to death.


    Indeed. The weapon’s wielder was very skilled, as he created no openings or gave a chance for his opponent to advance.


    His actions were swift and precise, keeping Lucius at Scythe’s length.


    With both sharp weapons in his hands, Lucius continuously blocked the attacks as if he were tapping a drum instead.


    ~Ting! Ting! Ting! Ting!


    The duo jumped, rolled, and even knelt when battling each other.


    The tension in the air was so great that Fake Jingo struggled not to not for fear of missing a single enemy attack.


    F***!


    .


    Sweat beaded in his palms and around his face as he felt his hands grow heavier and heavier.


    His palms had all turned red with pain and tiredness.


    Something that shocked him silly.


    Over the years, he had followed Jingo’s training methods, which was a highly powerful one developed by those in Morgany.


    Those from the inside had constantly sent the training methods and techniques down, turning him into an indestructible being to many in the Pyno continent.


    In fact, even when training in the temple, almost no one could defeat him.


    So he had been very confident in his Morg training.


    Of course, the higher-ups also shared the information with many Primates and others with higher positions.


    But one shouldn’t think that stealing this routine was easy.


    Apparently, for over 500 or so years, they had only managed to sessfully steal the routines of just 4 people, showing just how tight the security in Morgany was.


    It was even a miracle that their guy was able to survive this long without getting caught and was able to send them Jingo’s training routines.


    They knew that Jingo’s routine wasn’t even the most powerful, only being above average.


    But here in Pyno, it was treated as a national treasure within the temple.


    They also modified their bodies and trained them to crack small stones andrge wood blocks in a single go.


    Such a thing was already more than what they could ask for, so they dared not overstretch things.


    That said, they had been nning on how to better infiltrate Morgany by swapping both Jingos with each other.


    This n was thought of for 7 whole years.


    Fake Jingo was trained and told that if he didn’t be Jingo, he would disappoint Dragmus and not be weed in the temple anymore.


    That’s why even till now, he didn’t want to believe that he had lost.


    Seeing that these intruders were helping the burnt Jingo, he thought he had been discovered and had his emotions thrown all over the ce.


    .


    "No! Even if there are hundreds of you, I will still be victorious!


    I am the chosen one. I am the real Jingo. So how dare you all try to stop me?


    Die! Die! Die! Die!!"


    Like a psycho on the loose, he came at Lucius with everything he had, trying to hook his opponent’s neck on the curved de of the Scythe in hopes of cutting his neck off clean.


    Lucius on the other hand had gotten enough clues out of this nut case, so he hastened his actions.


    "Die!!!!"


    ~Bam.


    Fake Jingo was sent flying, brutally hitting himself against the wall.


    ~Plugh...


    He spat blood in disbelief.


    What just happened?


    How did his opponent reach him so fast?


    He didn’t see anything at all!!!


    Ghost?


    He was mortified!


    "Ahhhhhh~~~


    He screamed in agony and subconsciously tried to lift whatever was holding him down with his other hand.


    But Lucius ruthlessly kicked the hand away as if it were a ser ball.


    ~Bam!


    The hand bounced back and mmed into the wall brutally.


    F***!


    What the hell was going on here?


    Could it be that this was the power of those highly skilled Morgs?


    How could they be so strong?


    F***!


    At this rate, wouldn’t he just die from a heart attack instead?


    ~Bam. Bam. Bam. Bam Bam!


    (:ToT:)


    .


    After Lucius had whacked him hard enough, he looked at his men at the corner calmly.


    And when he saw them shake their heads, he knew that the burnt victim didn’t make it.


    It looks like they were a step toote to save this person.


    But from the body build and several other cities, he could tell that the burnt person was the real one, and the person he was beating up was the fake.


    What did he call himself?... Jingo?


    Hmm... They might have to investigate thingster.


    But now can’t the time.