Ta-da!
"My lord, if you ask me, that fortune teller..." The servant was speaking when he noticed that Pan Fengyu had already left quickly, so he hurried after him.
As he walked out of the market, Pan Fengyu glanced back, a hint of doubt in his mind.
Why didn't they catch up...? I had disguised myself as a mechanical engineer without any flaws...
He was in a hurry to leave the market because he was worried that if the enemies lying in ambush in the boat area chased after them, the fight between the two would harm innocent people.
...
On the Black Hand's big ship.
The girl in the red dress dipped her fingertips in blood and wrote words on human skin, then held those words up to the sky:
Not found.
The wind then became somewhat noisy.
...
Clang!
Swords were drawn, and the puppets and Chen Jing and his companions began to fight on the road.
A puppet advanced with wide, sweeping movements and a shield, forcing Chen Jing to retreat. Chen Jing did not attack blindly; he waited for an opportunity and for his teammates.
This is a battle, not a duel. Chen Jing's side has the numerical advantage.
If he could disappear using the Shadow Cloak and then reappear from his flank to launch an attack, even if he didn't kill it, he could still seriously injure it... Chen Jing thought as he retreated.
Chen Jing did not intend to waste his spiritual energy on a puppet here. Before he became a cultivator, he had fought against puppets with others before.
After retreating for a short while, the puppet did not advance rashly, because Dao Nan had moved to the other side. He drew his long sword, as he had experience fighting alongside Chen Jingtong, a member of the hunting party.
Without eye contact or gestures, Chen Jing gripped "Lonely City" and thrust it forward. The puppet raised its shield to block, while Dao Nan simultaneously circled around to his side and slashed with his long sword.
clang!
The longsword and the puppet's straight sword clashed together.
Chen Jing's sword did not strike the shield; instead, he relied on the agility granted to him by the Dao Qi to thrust the sword downwards.
puff!
The sword pierced the doll's foot, and blood flowed out.
All dolls have human characteristics. The reason they are not called puppets is because they also contain a lot of organic matter!
The puppet was a machine skilled in killing. It did not lose its fighting ability due to the pain. On the contrary, it suddenly exerted its strength, its straight sword wrapping around Dao Nan's long knife, while simultaneously striking Chen Jing with its shield.
But Chen Jing had already sidestepped and moved to the position where he and Dao Nan were attacking him, avoiding the shield's attack, and his Xuan Tie straight sword "Lone City" slashed at the puppet.
Dao Nan seized the opportunity when the puppet was injured and slashed upwards with his long sword.
thump!
The doll fell to the ground.
"Well done," Dao Nan said.
"We need to get some shields. I forgot that besides luring monsters, we might also encounter these mobs," Chen Jing said.
If he had a shield, Chen Jing would be confident he could fight a puppet even without using his abilities or martial arts.
They exchanged brief messages before moving on to support others.
At this moment, Chen Jing saw that Mei Luoliang was slaughtering dolls.
His sword sometimes transformed into a storm of steel, sweeping towards the two puppets, and sometimes ignited with sparks, piercing into the puppets' bodies.
"Martial arts," Dao Nan said. "I never expected him to become a person of extraordinary abilities, or a true cultivator..."
While Chen Jing and Dao Nan were working together to deal with one puppet, Mei Luoliang had already killed three puppets. He was getting more and more into the fight and was now facing off against two puppets in the middle of the crowd.
Chen Jing and the others didn't look around much before joining the chaotic battle.
The battle ended quickly. The puppets hadn't expected that there would be such an elite team behind the fog; they usually just bullied and slaughtered scavengers.
Even though the hunters and warriors invited by the Black Hand to participate in the trial had never cooperated before, most of them had high combat power and a numerical advantage. They won a great victory at the cost of only a few people being injured.
Mellorian wiped his sweat, feeling very excited. Although he was exhausted and his spiritual energy was almost depleted, he believed that everyone had seen his heroic demeanor.
Thinking of this, he made a provocative gesture at Chen Jing, who had just sheathed his sword, and shouted, "Hey, how many did you kill?"
Looking at him, Chen Jing thought to himself that since the other party was using martial arts without relying on spiritual power, he was probably a Blood Realm cultivator like himself.
"Two, not as many as you killed," Chen Jing said.
"Hahaha, I killed five! If those puppets hadn't been targeting me, I could have killed even more!" Mellorian said triumphantly.
His spiritual energy was almost depleted, and he was a little unsteady on his feet, needing someone to help him up temporarily.
"Truly impressive." A man carrying two swords walked up from the back of the line, his voice indifferent and flat.
"I hope you can maintain this when you get to Meijing City." He glanced around, made sure there were no enemies, then turned around and walked away.
Mellorian's smug face froze instantly.
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