I lost my Copy System and awakened a Plundering System

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The sound of something piercing through the air at intense speed sent Xandros's senses into overdrive. His body screamed of danger.

He didn't know why, but subconsciously, he dodged to the right. As he moved, he was shocked to see one of the armored statues striking at his former position.

He was still processing this when his entire body once again screamed in warning. Without thinking, he stepped backward at great speed.

To his astonishment, two massive fists smashed into the spot where he had just stood. But it didn't stop there—Xandros's eyes widened as a powerful shockwave erupted from the impact, shaking the ground beneath him and causing him to lose balance.

As he tried to steady himself, his instincts flared again. He didn't hesitate—his body twisted to the side, then darted forward before leaping into the air.

Xandros watched as his body moved instinctively—dodging the statues' relentless attacks, weaving through their strikes. One fist crashed down where he had been standing, another barely missed as he twisted mid-air, and yet another came straight for him as he landed.

Then—four fists came at him at once.

A cold chill ran through Xandros's spine. He couldn't even see the statues' movements clearly. If not for his body's instinctual reactions, he would have been dead already.

But this frantic dodging came at a cost. His entire body was in pain. His muscles burned, contracting violently under the strain. He knew he couldn't keep this up. If he didn't find a way to adapt, his body would eventually fail him—and then, he'd die.

Without wasting any more time, he activated his Supreme Demon Technique, circulating its energy through his eyes.

"Supreme Demon Eye," Xandros muttered.

His eyes glowed ominously, exuding a terrifying demonic aura. Anyone who met his gaze would feel a deep, primal fear—as if staring into the abyss itself.

Now, Xandros could finally see the statues' movements clearly. They were no longer blurs—just humanoid figures moving at incredible speeds. Their attacks no longer seemed impossibly fast.

Confidence surged within him.

As the statues lunged at him again, Xandros dodged—not purely on instinct this time, but with control. He could track their movements, read their attacks, and respond accordingly.

But he didn't just defend.

He counterattacked.

Striking at every opportunity, he aimed at the statues—but his attacks barely did any damage. Their stone armor was too tough. It felt as though he was wasting his energy.

This deadly exchange continued for some time before the statues suddenly stepped back, distancing themselves from him.

Xandros and the statues stared at each other. Then—their eyes lit up once more.

He could feel it. Their aura was intensifying.

Suddenly—one of the statues moved.

Xandros barely saw it. Its speed had increased to monstrous levels.

His instincts screamed, warning him just in time. The statue was upon him. He dodged—but instead of retreating, he seized the chance to strike.

"Supreme Demon Fist!"

Without hesitation, Xandros launched his attack. Mid-air, he took his stance—his arm coated in dense demonic energy. He pulled his fist back, then thrust it forward with terrifying force.

His fist collided with the statue's arm. The impact sent the statue staggering backward—a rare reaction.

Xandros's body rolled mid-air before he landed.

As he steadied himself, he realized something—the statues' cultivation level was the same as his.

The difference?

They were utilizing their energy with absolute efficiency—wasting not even a single ounce of energy.

Suddenly, the same statue moved once again, striking toward Xandros. Xandros dodged once more, but then—something shocking, surprising, and devastating happened.

He saw the statue take a stance. Its arm was coated with an unknown energy. It raised its arm backward, then charged its fist forward at great speed.

Xandros was caught off guard. Before he could react, the powerful strike sent him flying. He crashed into the smooth wall, coughing up blood as pain surged through his body. Some of his bones were broken.

Before he could recover, the other statue raised its hand. Suddenly, the ground rumbled and rose, forming a massive arrow. But it didn't stop there—the statue raised more debris, refining them into multiple weapons.

The weapons shot toward Xandros. He quickly moved to dodge, and they struck the wall behind him instead.

But it didn't end there.

The statue waved its hand again, and the weapons merged together, forming a massive spear that pierced toward Xandros.

Xandros didn't expect this. His instincts kicked in, and he narrowly dodged—but not unscathed.

A piece of his flesh was torn away.

He glanced down at his stomach, where blood spilled from the deep graze left by the spear. Gritting his teeth, he quickly circulated the Supreme Demon Technique—but to his shock, some strange power interfered with the healing process.

He could only stop the bleeding. His body couldn't close the wound.

The statues didn't stop. They relentlessly attacked.

Xandros had no means of defending himself. He fought back with his full strength, but alas, he was completely overpowered.

No matter which skill he used, one of the statues would replicate it—then use it against him.

Slowly but surely, Xandros was being worn down.

Then, suddenly—the statues stopped attacking.

For a moment, he thought it was over.

But as he stood there, his blood flowing from countless wounds, his body riddled with holes, he realized something was wrong. His hair was disheveled, and his tattered clothes barely clung to him.

He had just changed after surviving the passageway's traps—yet now, he was back to the brink of death.

Then—he saw it.

One of the statues stretched out its hand toward the other.

The second statue began contorting, its body twisting unnaturally—as if being refined.

Xandros's eyes widened in horror.

What emerged was a massive spear.

Every fiber of his being screamed of fear and danger.

The remaining statue gripped the spear with immense force. Then—it hurled it toward Xandros.

The spear tore through the air at sonic speed.

In the next instant, it was already in front of him.

His instincts screamed.

But what Xandros saw wasn't just a spear.

It was the statue itself—attacking.

Even though his instincts had activated, he couldn't avoid the attack.

The spear struck him.

At the same time, the statue unleashed his own skills against him—replicating the Supreme Demon Fist.

Xandros felt his own techniques used against him.

All he could feel was the void.

He coughed up mouthfuls of blood. His consciousness faded.

And then—

The statue's spear pierced through him.

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