Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 1626: Master Han (2)

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

At the mention of his father, He Ju, He Yangsun’s eyes turned red.

His father was his pride, the goal he pursued in his cultivation.

Struggling to stand up, He Yangsun wanted to charge forward again, but his face turned pale and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

His mother hurried forward to support him, placing her hand on his back and infusing a stream of green spiritual qi into him.

“Young Master He, admit defeat,” Wang Sankui, standing behind the Battle Puppet, whispered.

He was not a Puppet Master.

Engaging in a false battle now would be unfair.

It was taking advantage of the decline of the He family.

Facing He Yangsun, he felt ashamed.

“Admit defeat? l t d rather die than admit defeat…” He Yangsun growled. He broke free from Mother He’s support and took a step forward.

A hand suddenly reached out from the side and grabbed him.

“Young Master He, I’ve repaired your Battle Puppet,” Han Muye said softly.

Battle Puppet!

He Yangsun’s whole body trembled with excitement as he looked at Han Muye.

“Master Han…”

With the Battle Puppet’s help, he still had a chance!

He never expected his puppet to be repaired so quickly!

Han Muye nodded, handing over the oval shell he held in his hand to He Yangsun’s palm.

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He Yangsun looked bewildered.

Not just him, but everyone who saw this scene was a little puzzled.

Where’s the promised puppet?

He Yangsun looked down at the small round shell in his palm.

This tiny shell gave him a feeling of being connected to flesh and blood.

Subconsciously, he infused his spiritual energy and aura into it.

“Boom—”

The round shell in his palm spun and flew out, directly transforming into a seven-foot-tall black-armored Battle Puppet with a refined figure. Behind the Battle Puppet, a pair of long sabers emanated a faint chill.

Is this my Battle Puppet?

Connected by blood, he could sense that it truly was his puppet.

But how did his puppet transform into this appearance?

What level of Battle Puppet could be so agile?

This was definitely not an ordinary puppet, not even a level one Battle Puppet.

At least a level two Battle Puppet!

“Battle Puppet Condensation, this is at least a level four Battle Puppet…” Mother He stared at the Battle Puppet and whispered.

On the other side, Wang Sankui’s face turned pale.

Wang Zhenye’s expression changed as he turned slightly and looked at a middle-aged man beside him.

“Humph, the Battle Puppet may be strong, but no matter how strong the puppet is, it still needs to be controlled by a puppet master.” The middle-aged man snorted, his finger making an almost imperceptible gesture.

The Battle Puppet standing in front of Wang Sankui took a big step forward, and a fist smashed fiercely toward the Battle Puppet with twin sabers on its back.

The fist of the puppet emitted a sharp whistle, stirring up qi waves, transforming into shadows of green light.

He Yangsun raised his hand, clenched his fist, and lifted his fingers.

The Battle Puppet in front of him instantly drew its saber with its right hand and slashed down.

“Bang!

Under the long saber, the puppet throwing the punch was split in half by a flash of saber beam!

The puppet was split open!

The middle-aged man standing beside Wang Zhenye trembled, and blood instantly filled his eyes.

He spat out a mouthful of blood and knelt down on the ground.

This was a direct killing of the puppet, and the Puppet Master connected by blood also suffered spiritual damage.

It was obvious that he was the owner of this puppet, and he had been controlling the puppet.

Even a fool could tell what was going on.

He Yangsun raised his hand, and the long saber of the puppet in front of him extended forward.

At this moment, he could feel the intentions conveyed to him by the puppet.

It was a feeling of being able to command it like an extension of his own body!

The Battle Puppet had its own spirituality!

A Battle Puppet with spirituality!

He Yangsun remembered when his father was still alive, he always wore a Battle Armor.

He had sat on his father’s shoulders and watched the sunset many times.

At that time, when his father carefully held his arm, there was always a spiritual thing passing to him.

His father’s Battle Armor was a level five armor.

The Battle Puppet slowly raised its long saber.

At this moment, it was asking him if he wanted to unleash a massacre.

It was telling him that it could sustain for 100 breaths.

He Yangsun clenched his fists slightly, feeling an impulse to roar to the sky.

“l, I admit defeat…

Wang Sankui whispered, stepping back slowly.

He did not dare to not retreat.

With the Battle Puppet’s long saber pointing at him, he felt like his body was about to freeze.

If he did not retreat and admit defeat, he would die.

He didn’t want to die.

And he certainly didn’t want to die so humiliatingly.

“Young Master He of the He family, impressive,” Wang Zhenye clasped his fists and exclaimed, “You are indeed a rare and powerful Puppet Master.”

“Unfortunately, it seems that the He family’s tradition of puppet masters might be ending.”

He laughed, then turned and left.

He Yangsun stood there and said coldly, “l hope the head of the Wang family will send the land deed as soon as possible, and not let me go there personally to retrieve it.”

Wang Zhenye snorted and walked away quickly.

Wang Sankui and others helped the middle-aged man who was seriously injured, and carried the Battle Puppet that had been split in half, leaving in a sorry state.

There was cheering in front of the He family mansion.

For the people of the He family in these villages, seeing their young master showing his power was certainly a very glorious thing.

Mother He looked at He Yangsun and then at the Battle Puppet in front of him, her expression complicated. With a sigh, she put away her armor and turned to walk into the residence.

“Master Han, thank you.” He Yangsun turned around and bowed to Han Muye.

“Buzz!”

The puppet transformed back into an oval shell and fell into his palm.

Taking a deep breath, he held the shell in his hands and handed it to Han Muye.

“I’m returning this Battle Puppet to you.”

He lowered his head, a trace of reluctance flashing in his eyes.

This Battle Puppet was extremely powerful.

The smooth connection, the sense of spirituality, was something he had never experienced before.

Han Muye’s gaze fell on the Battle Puppet.

“This is your own Battle Puppet. I just repaired it..”