As the guitar pick flew out, it hit the spherical headlight accurately and then fell to the ground.
The entire ballroom fell into darkness.
"Go!" Emily pushed Pan Han away and shouted.
Pan Han ran away as if he was under a spell.
The dim hall and the crowded crowd could not hinder his running speed.
On the ninety-seventh floor, there was a group of zombies filming a movie, so Pan Han skipped over it.
On the ninety-eighth floor, there was a group of zombies taking wedding photos. Pan Han touched the bride and turned around and ran away.
On the ninety-ninth floor, there was a group of zombies making human burgers. Pan Han took a look and left quickly.
Finally, he reached the 100th floor!
At this time, his points have arrived and he is still ranked first!
Only the second place has exceeded 1.02 million points, less than 1,000 points away from Pan Han.
"Damn, it's so fast! He's catching up so fast!" Pan Han calmed down his mood, adjusted his luck, and put his body and will into place, then resolutely ran towards the 100th floor.
When Pan Han stepped into the 100th floor, he immediately felt a powerful aura.
The layout of this floor is similar to that of a ballroom, exuding a mysterious and majestic atmosphere.
The walls of the ballroom are covered with black satin, dotted with silver-white star patterns, as beautiful and magnificent as the starry sky.
A huge crystal chandelier hangs from the high ceiling, emitting a soft and luxurious light, illuminating the entire ballroom.
The ground is covered with gorgeous black marble floors, as smooth as a mirror, making people feel as if they are standing in the starry sky.
In the center of the dance floor is a huge rotating stage with various musical instruments and sound equipment on it.
The ballroom was surrounded by rows of auditoriums, each filled with expressionless humanoid puppets, their bodies suspended by thin strings from the ceiling.
The eyes of all the puppets flickered with a faint light, adding a touch of weirdness and tension to the whole scene.
On one side of the stage, a figure in a black cloak stood on a high music platform. His face was obscured by darkness, leaving only a pair of bright eyes that shone with a sharp light.
Pan Han Jujing observed and was surprised to find that all the puppets in the audience looked like him!
"Damn! It's so mysterious!" Pan Han cursed.
Ding! Bracelet prompt: The last level Boss, the Imitation Master, 500,000 points!
"Awesome, such a high score! It seems that he will be difficult to deal with!" Pan Han rubbed his palms, feeling a little nervous, but more excited.
"Trial-taker Pan Han, you are finally here!" The man in the black cloak actually spoke first, as if he had been waiting for a long time.
"Are you the master of imitation?" Pan Han slowly walked to the side of the stage.
"That's right, hehehe!" The imitation master jumped down from the platform, his body was light and bright, and there was no sound when he landed.
"What can you imitate?" Pan Han took out a cigarette. Finally reaching the last level, he relaxed instead.
The Master of Mimicry smiled, a glint of mockery in his eyes.
"Trialist Pan Han, don't you understand yet? I can imitate everything, your skills, moves, and even your language style. I am a master of imitation, I can do anything!" said the master of imitation confidently.
"Then stop talking nonsense and just do it!" Pan Han lit a cigarette, exuding an air of confidence.
Drawing out a dagger, Pan Han rushed forward, and the imitation master drew out a baton and rushed forward to meet him.
Crackling, clanging!
The two of them exchanged more than 100 moves, with no pattern at all, just to see who could react faster.
However, the one who was injured was Pan Han. He was hit on the head with a stick and blood immediately flowed out.
Clang! Pan Han threw away the dagger and drew out a long sword!
"Wow, not bad. You can even wield a sword!" mocked the Master of Imitation.
After the previous test, it has figured out Pan Han's speed, strength and attack characteristics, so it is naturally not afraid of him changing weapons.
"Stop talking nonsense!" Pan Han made a sword gesture and thrust out suddenly.
The Imitation Master immediately dropped his baton, pulled out a green sword from the weapon box behind him, and rushed forward.
Pan Han's heart was burning with passion. He concentrated his mind, mobilized his internal strength, and used the sword technique he was best at. The tip of the sword flew through like lightning, and his attack was swift and fierce.
The Qingmang sword and Pan Han's long sword intersected, sparks flew, and the sword light crisscrossed, illuminating the entire ballroom like stars shining in the sky.
Pan Han's agility and sword power were as strong as the wind, transforming into a stream of sword energy and swiftly stabbing at the Imitation Master. In the sword light, the Imitation Master transformed into a black shadow, his figure agile and flashing like a ghost.
Their sword moves became faster and more brutal, and a life-and-death contest began. Pan Han used all his strength to swing his sword continuously, each move imbued with unique sword intent.
The master of imitation, with his keen observation and powerful imitation ability, imitated almost every move of Pan Han perfectly, and used his own strength to counter Pan Han's sword moves.
As the sword lights crossed, the repeated collisions made crisp metallic sounds, and the stage was filled with a strong sword energy.
The figures of the two intertwined on the stage, sometimes the sword light was bright, sometimes the sword shadow was dark, giving people a shocking visual effect.
Pan Han felt the strength of the imitation master and his own limitations, and knew that he had to find a breakthrough to defeat his opponent.
He concentrated his mind and energy, pondering the mysteries of swordsmanship. Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind and he thought of a way to achieve victory by surprise.
Pan Han suddenly stopped attacking, restrained his breath, like a corpse, and the tip of his sword lightly touched the ground, like a hovering snake.
The imitation master was a little puzzled, but he did not let down his guard and continued to stare at Pan Han.
Suddenly, Pan Han appeared behind the imitation master in an instant as fast as lightning.
"Grandson, give me your life!" With a loud shout, Pan Han used the sword to cut off his descendants.
"Hahaha, childish!" Although the imitation master was impressed by Pan Han's fast movement speed, he was not afraid of attacks from behind.
Its head instantly twisted 180 degrees, and its limbs followed suit.
Swap front to back!
It's just outrageous!
Pan Han was shocked, but the sword could not be retracted.
bite!
The two swords collided, making a clear and melodious sound that almost ruptured Pan Han's eardrums.
However, in the blink of an eye, Pan Han discovered a secret.
The Mimic Master is not a physical creature. All parts of its body seem to be mechanical.
This is also why it can easily twist its head 180°.
"Hehe, so you are neither a human nor a zombie! But a piece of mechanical garbage!" Pan Han took a few steps back and snorted coldly.
"Hey, look at what you said. It doesn't matter whether I'm trash or not. It's enough for me to defeat you!" When the imitation master saw Pan Han expose his secret, he simply took off all his black clothes, revealing the iron bones underneath.
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