Jacob pulled the man out of the space. Around the battle arena, where both Zha Feng's mirror conjuration and Jacob's clone stood in silence, a mirror portal, broken on its sides and distorted in the middle, opened up. The real Jacob and Zha Feng immediately fell through, sending a wave of gasps through the imperceptible crowd.
The clones of both Zha Feng and Jacob instantly dissipated into thin air.
Jacob, who had his hand around Zha Feng, threw the man across the arena and stood there in place of his clone, looking at the man with a faint glint in his eyes.
"The battle has not begun yet, if it's not fair," Jacob said with a smug smile on his face. He watched as Zha Feng slowly stood up from his position, dusting himself off.
The man was young. Jacob knew from the beginning that the old man that was before him was merely a façade. Zha Feng wore the same robe as the man, but was younger and taller. He had a head full of glowing, floating white hair, blue eyes, and pale skin.
