Legendary Broken Player - VRMMORPG - Chapter 899

899: Chapter 899 – He Fights Like Me 899: Chapter 899 – He Fights Like Me The battle always opened with a test of strength-an exchange of spear attacks.

Both Broken and his clone charged around the wide arena, circling each other in relentless motion.

Then came the resounding clash of metal against metal, sharp and unforgiving.

It was a grueling beginning, one that immediately began to sap Broken’s time and stamina.

What made it worse, what gnawed at the edge of his focus-was the realization that this clone was good.

Too good.

Ridiculously skilled with the spear.

And for some strange reason, Broken couldn’t shake the feeling that this clone wasn’t just a copy.

Not exactly.

There was something off, something different in the way he fought.

Because, if he was honest, he didn’t handle a spear like that.  Not with that precision, not with that sheer, fluid mastery.

It was like fighting a version of himself that had somehow perfected a part of his own skillset far beyond his current level.

It was a little bit hilarious.

And a whole lot frustrating.

They exchanged blows-lunging, retreating, crashing their weapons together with brutal efficiency.

Again and again.

Strike, dodge, thrust, parry.

And despite everything, Broken was holding his own.  He had come a long way, after all.

The battles and trials he’d survived on the previous floors had shaped him, molded him into a far better fighter than he used to be.

His reflexes were sharper, his movements cleaner.

He was growing, adapting-right here in the thick of it.

But no matter how far he’d come, the clone still had the upper hand in one infuriating area: his ability to seamlessly shift his gear mid-combat.

The way he could swap out armor and weapons in the blink of an eye-always at the perfect moment-was a nightmare to deal with.

It wasn’t just a trick.

It was a strategy.

A deadly one.

Like the moment Broken left the smallest opening-a slight misstep in his footwork-and the clone was already darting in.

A blur of motion, aiming straight for the gap.

There wasn’t even a chance to raise a block.

[Water Domain (Conditional Active Skill) activated] A surge of water exploded from Broken’s cape.

In seconds, it swelled, expanding fast and wide.

The clone was just within reach, on the verge of being trapped inside the watery domain.

It was the perfect chance.

Broken could turn the tables.

But the clone was always one move ahead.

At the very last instant, he switched armor.

The glint of molten metal replacing his previous gear.

He’d equipped the Molten Bulwark.

The same armor Broken had once earned in the depths of Hell.

And then it happened.

Twin wings of fire erupted from the clone’s back, spreading wide with a blast of heat and power.

With a powerful dive, he launched himself upward and away, dodging the edges of the Water Domain just in time.

He broke free of the trap as if it had never been there.

Damn.

That was a flawless combination.

Bold, quick, and terrifyingly effective.

Broken had never used that armor in front of anyone.

But here, there were no secrets, no limits.

Both he and the clone had access to everything they’d earned-every skill, every weapon, every piece of gear.

And just as the clone broke away to a safe distance, it swiftly switched to the Golden Bow of Artemis.

In one fluid motion, arrows began flying through the air-each shot disrupting Broken’s movement with brutal precision.

The clone wasn’t just aiming to hurt him-he was choking his momentum, keeping him on the defensive.

Arrow after arrow rained down, fast and unrelenting, wearing away Broken’s stamina and shattering his defenses piece by piece.

Then… in the blink of an eye, it was over.

Broken found himself outside the tower once more.  He exhaled sharply, the weight of exhaustion pressing down on him like a lead blanket.

And there she was-Cecilia, still waiting patiently nearby.

When she saw his weary expression, a soft laugh escaped her lips.

This had been his fifth attempt today alone.

Five brutal challenges, and still, he hadn’t cleared the floor as he’d hoped.

“How’s the progress, Master?” she asked.

“Have you figured out how to beat the clone yet?” Broken walked slowly toward the edge of the rocky cave, where he dropped himself onto a smooth stone.

The adrenaline was still buzzing in his veins, and the tension of battle clung to him like static.

“Honestly?

Not yet,” he admitted, his voice flat but honest.

The truth was, he still had no idea how to defeat that thing.

“It could be,” Cecilia said, tilting her head slightly, “that you haven’t figured out how to beat the clone… or maybe, I think you’re actually enjoying the fight a little too much?” Broken gave a small laugh at that.

“I can’t lie-I do enjoy fighting the clone.

I mean, it’s the perfect training.

A real duel against a powerful opponent, and I get to do it over and over again.” “Surely, you must feel some pride in your own clone, right, Master?” He fell silent for a moment.

Because deep down, he knew she was right.

There was something terrifying about facing a version of himself that had full access to all his skills, all his gear-no holds barred.  This clone didn’t just copy his power.

He understood how to wield it.

With terrifying versatility, the clone could shift between close-quarters combat, long-range barrages, sweeping area attacks, precise single strikes, stealth tactics-whatever the situation demanded, the clone adapted effortlessly.

It was like fighting a master strategist who had spent a lifetime studying his every move.

And somehow… that made it all the more thrilling.

Should Broken hold off on finishing the challenge just for the sake of personal training?

The thought crossed his mind, especially with how much he was learning from each encounter.

But deep down, he knew it wasn’t a luxury he could afford.

Not now.

There were harder challenges waiting for him beyond this.

Far worse than the clone.

And the reward from completing this floor wasn’t just a bonus-it was essential.

He needed it.

Which meant he couldn’t waste time anymore.

He had to finish this.

Fast.

“If only I could test the clone against everyone I know,” he muttered with a lopsided grin.

“Like…

it’d be fun to see how the clone holds up against Nerisa.

At least then I’d get a sense of whether I actually stand a chance against the queen.” Cecilia raised an eyebrow, half amused.

“Surely, you don’t mean to stir up trouble with the queen, do you, Master?” “No, no…

she’s an ally,” Broken replied with a chuckle.

“And I’ve got no plans to piss off the ruler of the sea.

Not yet, at least.

She’s…

very useful to me.” After that, he fell into a familiar rhythm-silence, study, reflection.

He spent the next stretch of time poring over the fight.

He replayed the recording of his most recent battle with the clone, eyes sharp and focused.

Every motion, every swap of armor, every perfectly timed skill activation-he studied it all.

He took notes, made mental diagrams, tracked patterns.

It was like watching a masterclass in combat tactics, only the instructor was himself.

Or at least a version of himself that had weaponized every ounce of his potential.

It was fascinating.

The clone offered more insight and inspiration than any opponent he’d faced before.

There were combinations Broken had never even thought to try, tactics he’d never dared experiment with.

Seeing them in action-against himself, no less-opened a dozen new doors.

And now, he was determined to walk through them.

Because this wasn’t just training anymore.

It was evolution.

And so it went-again and again.

Broken kept challenging the floor, stepping into the arena only to be thrown back out.

Failure.

Then failure again.

And again.

Or perhaps, more accurately…

he was gaining experience.

More experience.

After more than two hundred battles-spread over a stretch of relentless effort-Broken finally reached a point where he felt it.

A quiet certainty deep in his bones.

He had squeezed every last drop of knowledge, strategy, and instinct from this trial.

That day, he let out a long breath, heavy but calm.

Enough.

He had done enough.

“How many more battles are you planning to do for this floor’s challenge, Master?” Cecilia asked.

Broken let a small grin pull at the corner of his mouth.

“I think this will be the last one.” With that, he left the floating island behind and made his way back to the ship.

Waiting for him on the deck was a girl with wavy chestnut hair, her signature grin already stretched wide as she came bouncing up to him.

“Hi,” SexyGrill chirped.

“Still not giving up, huh?” He’d tried this path before-using her buffs in the fight-and had learned something important.

The clone, for all its terrifying mastery, had a limitation.

It couldn’t replicate external buffs-especially the divine enhancement he received from her.

It was a little disappointing, sure.

But also, deeply reassuring.

Because it meant one thing: Broken could force the win.

All he needed was that extra edge.

“Grill, I need the level boost,” he said casually.

“Sure thing… I’ll stick around till sunset, just in case you need another shot,” she replied, flashing a wink.

“No need,” he said, cracking his neck.

“This ends now.” The moment her boost took effect, he stepped back into the tower, as the familiar, mirrored form of his clone emerged once more.

This was it.

If he lost now, even with the level boost-after everything he’d endured and studied-it would be beyond humiliating.

“Now,” he growled, his voice low and fierce, “give me the access gate, you fuckin’ tower.” Floating Islands (New Book) Floating Island: SSS Gacha Lord has been officially contracted!