Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 1621: Repairing the Battle Puppet

Chapter 1621: Repairing the Battle Puppet

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

On a 100-foot-wide green stone platform, a young man wearing a greenish-gray robe and soft armor raised his hands and waved them.

In front of him stood an eight-foot-tall ironclad Battle Puppet, seemingly forged from black iron.

The Battle Puppet appeared heavy, and every punch and move followed the guidance of the young man.

As he manipulated it, the Battle Puppet swiftly threw punches, pounding the figure in front of it.

This was the Puppet Master.

He used the power he cultivated to control the Battle Puppet, manipulating it in battle.

Opposite the Battle Puppet stood a figure clad in black armor, with its head and face completely concealed.

Compared to the Battle Puppet, this figure was much more agile.

This was the Armor Master.

Every punch thrown by the Battle Puppet was blocked by the Armor Master, who then counterattacked.

However, despite the Battle Puppet’s formidable physique, the Armor Master’s punches only caused it to tremble slightly upon impact.

In terms of fist technique, strength, and defense, the Battle Puppet held the advantage.

But in terms of agility. it lagged far behind the Armor Master.

“He Yangsun is about to lose.”

In front of Han Muye, an old man in a green robe whispered. The initial instance of this chapter being available happened at N0v3l.Bj'n.

There was a badge made of black iron on the old man’s chest.

This badge was the official emblem of a Puppet Master.

A level two Puppet Master.

The two on the platform were just apprentice Puppet Masters and Armor Masters.

They could only rely on their own strength to enhance the combat of their armor and battle puppets. They were unable to harness the power circulating in the world to augment it.

Only true Puppet Masters and Armor Masters had the ability to harness the power of the world.

“Bang!

On the high platform, the black iron Battle Puppet Was struck in the chest. Its body shook, and the motion of its punch slowed down.

The armored figure moved, bypa.s.sing the Battle Puppet and stepping in front of the young man who was controlling it.

The young man was already struggling to control his Battle Puppet. His head was covered in sweat and his face was pale.

Now, with the opponent invading his s.p.a.ce, his eyes widened in fear.

The figure in armor chuckled and threw a punch towards the young man’s chest.

Even a black iron Battle Puppet would be shaken by this punch, let alone the young man who was flesh and blood.

Below the platform, many people looked regretful.

Some even cursed under their breath.

As the punch landed, the young man could no longer resist.

He crossed his arms in front of his chest and shouted.

“Buzz!”

A palm-sized piece of greenish-black armor appeared in front of his arms.

This piece of armor emitted a faint silver light, and there were intersecting patterns on it.

Looking at this piece of armor, Han Muye’s heart skipped a beat.

The core piece of Heavenly Desolation armor!

“Bang!

The opponent’s punch struck the armor piece, causing it to collide with the young man’s arm and sending him flying off the platform. The armor piece tell out of his control.

Han Muye reached out and grabbed the armor piece.

“He Yangsun, you’re just not good enough. Your He family has long been in decline, with no place in our PaG.o.da City,” said the cold-faced middle-aged man wearing armor on the platform.

After speaking, he reached out and grabbed the Battle Puppet, which was no longer moving due to lack of control, lifted it with one hand, and then slammed it fiercely on the platform.

The Battle Puppet’s body shattered, and several pieces of fractured chest armor scattered.

Below, He Yangsun, who had climbed onto the platform from the ground, pounced towards his Battle Puppet, somewhat at a loss as to what to do.

“In this match, He Yangsun of the He family loses, and Cheng Jinhui of the Cheng family wins.

“The three shops on Changlin Street owned by the He family will belong to the Cheng family.

“The He family will only retain one shop in the city and will be stripped of the t.i.tle of an aristocratic family in PaG.o.da City.

“In the future, the tax rate of the He family will be the same as other merchants. They will no longer enjoy a 40% discount.”

Voices rang out on the high platform. Cheng Jinhui, laughing, took a stack of doc.u.ments from the white-robed elder who presided over the betting match, bowed to the surroundings, and then turned and left.

Below, some people muttered curses and threw away the betting vouchers in their hands.

The voucher was proof of betting on He Yangsun’s victory.

“Sigh, if only I knew that Armor and Puppet cannot be cultivated simultaneously. He Yangsun shouldn’t have tried to do both. I wouldn’t have bet on him.”

“Exactly, the last a.s.sets of the He family have all been lost.”

He Yangsun on the stone platform seemed unaware of the discussions around him.

He carefully put away his Battle Puppet, held it with both hands, and walked down the platform with difficulty.

The people around the stone platform gradually dispersed.

Only two young men in greenish-gray linen robes walked towards He

Yangsun and supported him.

“Young Master, are you alright?”

“Young Mastere Old Madam asked us to take vou back.”

The two young men wanted to help He Yangsun up, but he pushed them away.

He Yangsun turned to look at Han Muye, his gaze falling on the piece of armor in his hand.

Looking down at the severely injured Battle Puppet in his arms, a hint of desolation flashed across He Yangsun’s eyes.

“Then I’ll give you the armor piece. Anyway, I have no use for it…”

After saying that, He Yangsun turned around, carrying the broken Battle Puppet, and walked away.

Han Muye looked at the armor piece in his hand and a trace of curiosity flashed across his face. He smiled lightly and a faint halo enveloped the armor piece in his palm.

“Buzz!”

Images appeared in his mind.

Dozens of Battle Puppets fighting chaotically, dozens of strong figures clad in armor dueling.

Each of them was at least a peak Immortal Lord, which was equivalent to a level nine Armor Master or a level nine Puppet Master. The two forces fought over a city and a golden arm in the city.

The arm of the Primordial Battle Puppet!

Han Muye’s eyes lit up.

This piece of armor was for a level nine Armor Master’s armor. In the end, he was defeated and killed, and this armor piece was taken away.

Taken away along with the armor piece was that segment of the Primordial Battle Puppet’s arm..