I am the Clone of a Death Row Inmate

”What is that?”

”Am I seeing things? He took out a shovel!”

Whether they were watching in person or viewing the remote livestream, the people of Lin Hua Continent were all stunned when they saw Mr. Ya pull out a shovel.

Is this a farming competition?

Could it be a miraculous item?

However, the rules stated that only one miraculous item could be used, and Mr. Ya had just used the Tier 4 miraculous item, the Explosive Gloves. This meant he couldn’t use another one.

Chen Suifeng’s lips twitched, but he could also tell that what Mr. Ya was using wasn’t a miraculous item. It was just a shovel made of a special material.

It was equivalent to a normal weapon.

The competition rules stipulated that only one miraculous item could be used per match, but there were no restrictions on weapons.

Aside from being sharp and sturdy, that shovel had no Extraordinary abilities, fitting the definition of a normal weapon.

Mr. Ya’s opponent, Huang Peng, was taken aback for a moment but didn’t pay it much mind. A hint of ridicule even appeared in his eyes. Using a shovel as a weapon—anyone who didn’t know better would think this was a brawl between two villages.

CLANG!

A large, gleaming blade appeared in Huang Peng’s hand, looking majestic and powerful.

This was also a normal weapon, but it had been forged from Tier 4 ore and was incredibly sturdy.

”Now *this* is a weapon fit for a man!”

Huang Peng roared and slashed his blade at Mr. Ya.

Mr. Ya didn’t shrink back, raising his shovel to meet the attack.

The shovel and blade collided with a sharp CRACK. The recoil sent both of them staggering backward, but Mr. Ya was pushed farther, a clear sign that he was slightly weaker in terms of raw strength.

But... Huang Peng’s three heads stared blankly at the notch in his own blade.

Mr. Ya’s shovel, on the other hand, was completely unscathed.

’What the hell is that shovel?!’

This wasn’t just Huang Peng’s question; it was the question on the mind of every spectator.

Only Su Ze had anticipated this. ’That’s a farming tool from an alien spaceship,’ he thought. ’Its material grade is terrifyingly high. How dare a mere blade forged from Tier 4 materials try to test it?’

Having come out on the losing end of the exchange, Huang Peng quickly adjusted his mindset. Realizing he couldn’t fight Mr. Ya in close quarters, he decisively pulled back. The head on his left shoulder spat a bolt of lightning at Mr. Ya.

’The left head spits lightning, the right head can immobilize. One for offense, one for control... how... flashy,’ Su Ze mentally commented.

In his view, Huang Peng’s skills looked intimidating but were actually quite mediocre. The right head’s Immobilization Skill couldn’t truly stop an opponent of the same tier; it could only slow Mr. Ya down slightly. And the lightning spat by the left head didn’t seem all that powerful either.

’Is this the level of the genius hegemon from Lin Hua Country?’

’He seems a little weak.’

Suddenly, a tortoise shell materialized around Mr. Ya’s body. The shell bulged on both sides—it was a Double-Sided Turtle Shell. He retracted his arms and legs completely into the shell, creating an impenetrable defense.

The lightning struck the shell, leaving only a white mark.

Then, the shell began to roll toward Huang Peng like a wheel, charging at him.

Huang Peng dodged to the side, simultaneously forming a Thunder Spear in his hand and thrusting it viciously at the tortoise shell.

However, his spear struck empty air, as the giant shell suddenly transformed into a pool of inky shadow.

Mr. Ya’s Shadow Clone Skill!

He had swapped places with his Shadow Clone.

The real Mr. Ya appeared behind Huang Peng, shovel raised high, and swung it viciously at the three heads on his shoulders.

A head flew into the air. Of the three heads atop Huang Peng’s shoulders, the one on the right was now gone, leaving behind a mangled mess of flesh and blood.

Huang Peng broke out in a cold sweat. He knew that if Mr. Ya had aimed for his middle head just now, he would already be dead!

”I surrender!” Huang Peng raised his hand, knowing when he was beaten.

The extra head on his neck quietly vanished, and the profusely bleeding wound healed in an instant.

”Lin Hua Continent, Yargha wins!” Chen Suifeng announced.

A smile appeared on Mr. Ya’s face as he flew out of the competition area.

The way everyone else looked at Mr. Ya had changed. Many had previously looked down on him, thinking he was just a lucky Saint-level who could only run away, with pathetic combat power. But after this battle, he had proven his strength.

With the help of a miraculous item or a weapon, he was even stronger than the genius hegemon of Lin Hua Country!

But Su Ze knew that this wasn’t even Mr. Ya’s full strength; he still had many trump cards he hadn’t used.

’Speaking of which, this Huang Peng guy is really a bit of a weakling...’ The thought surfaced in Su Ze’s mind again. ’If it were me up there, I could just ignore all of Huang Peng’s flashy skills, hit him with a Rhino Charge, and twist all three of his heads off.’

He couldn’t help but glance at the other contestants...

’They can’t all be this weak, can they?’

’I’ll just watch a bit longer,’ Su Ze decided. ’If all the opponents are this pathetic, I won’t waste any more time. Might as well end the competition early.’

Soon, the second match began. It was the man with dreadlocks from Flame Emperor Continent versus Reya from Snowfield Continent.

The man with dreadlocks let out a whistle, his gaze shamelessly roaming over Reya’s curvy figure, even pausing on certain key areas.

Reya’s already icy expression turned even colder.

After the match began, the dreadlocks on the man’s head suddenly began to dance, though there was no wind. Only then did the crowd see clearly—those weren’t dreadlocks at all, but countless thin, long worms!

This was also the first time Su Ze had witnessed the ”Gu” of the Flame Emperor Continent firsthand: the practice of binding oneself with various parasitic beasts to borrow the power of the parasites.