1865: C1865 I Hear You like Gang Fights

C1865 I Hear You like Gang Fights

A large hole had appeared on the chest of the puppet, and green rays of light were flickering inside.

"This must be the core of the puppet!" "Humph!" Wendu snorted coldly. Without giving Puppeteer any time to react, he raised his hand and stabbed him with his saber.

Sure enough, he heard a "kacha" as something shattered, followed by the puppet falling to the ground.

Wendu was instantly overjoyed. That was indeed the vital point of the puppet.

Without waiting for him to laugh again, the puppet stood up once more.

"Haha …" The cold Puppeteer laughed out loud: "Brat, you're underestimating my puppet too much. You can only deal with Puppeteer at Level 1 with your stupid method, but I'm Level 3 Puppeteer!"

"Ugh …" The weakness he found was not necessarily a fatal weakness, so Wendu felt a little awkward. Moreover, he did not understand that there were levels within Puppeteer. However, these were not important anymore.

"Hahaha …" While dodging the puppets' attacks, Wendu suddenly laughed out loud: "It's really just like what I thought. I've been here for so many days and I haven't had a good fight. Today, let me see where my limit is."

With a flip of Wendu's left hand, a long sword suddenly appeared in his hand. It was the middle ranked spirit sword that he put away in the space just now.

Looking at the blade in his left hand, Wendu clenched his teeth and imprinted the seal. After taking a deep breath, he rushed into the puppet group.

"Crack!"

"Hiss —"

Immediately, the cracking sounds continued, and Wendu's gasp could be heard from within the sounds.

"Aiya, that puppet kicked my butt. Stand up!"

Of course, those puppets couldn't answer his question, and still charged towards him without any hesitation.

"I don't care who he is, it's you!"

Wendu, who caught a puppet, used all of his strength to throw the knife in his hand and cut off the puppet's arm.

"Swoosh swoosh swoosh!"

Another three consecutive slashes. Aside from the neck, all of the four limbs of the puppet had been severed.

"You overestimate yourself!"

Puppeteer didn't feel bad about this situation. What he cared about was that this stinky brat's fighting strength was indeed amazing. If he fought him alone, Puppeteer might not be his match. However, he was Puppeteer.

On this continent, Puppeteer was also a rare profession. Although he didn't have the lofty status of a blacksmith or apothecary, Puppeteer was the most difficult to deal with.

If someone of the same level was to be entangled by Puppeteer, unless they had a life-saving method, they would definitely be exhausted to death by Puppeteer.

"Hehehe …" This brat truly does have some ability, it's just that his brain isn't working. Since he rushed up himself, then I will watch as her Spiritual Energy and strength is exhausted and she will be tortured to death. "

"..."

Half an hour had passed, but the battle was still going on. Wendu, who was waving his arms from time to time in the puppet group, also had some sweat on his forehead. Of course, he had also unknowingly taken care of a few puppets.

"Awesome, truly awesome!" "Hahaha …"

Suddenly, Wendu's figure flashed and instantly appeared beside Puppeteer.

"You … When did you come out!? "How could he be so fast!"

Puppeteer was shocked when he felt the person who suddenly appeared in front of him.1

Wendu felt a little weak so he didn't answer Puppeteer. Instead, he smiled coldly: "I heard that you like to gang up on others? "Then, do you have any experience of being beaten up by a group …"

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