[Ling] stared blankly at Ma Ran.
This guy was wearing a fully covered golden divine armor, making it impossible to see his face clearly.
Yet, in terms of height, physique, mindset, and speaking style, he was very similar to [Ling] himself.
For a moment, [Ling] even felt like he was looking in a mirror.
After being slapped several times, feeling a bit dazed, it took a while for [Ling] to come back to his senses.
This guy...
Was he his future self?
No, that wasn't exactly right!
[Ling] thought that, precisely speaking, the opponent had been trying to lead him to consider him as his "future self" since the very moment he appeared.
After understanding this point, [Ling] swiftly adjusted his stance—pretending to believe the other person's act, cooperating as best as he could, while actually refusing to believe a single word from that guy's mouth!
There's no choice.
