Returnee in Jianghu - C35

“Kacha — Kacha —”

Just as Tang Ming was lost in thought, the puppet suddenly turned its head. Its originally tightly shut eyes opened. Its lifelike eyeballs appeared no different from normal.

On the other side, Yin Che’s hand that was carrying the tea stopped.

“What’s wrong?” Chu Junran held his head up with one hand, but he didn’t look at Yin Che. Instead, he looked at Yin Che, causing his hair to fall to the ground.

“Nothing.” Yin Che calmly drank his tea, his mind full of thoughts about how to survive the claws and claws of this giant tiger.

However, Yin Che didn’t have the slightest intention to repent. In Yin Che’s eyes, the Fleeting Sword Art was Tang Ming’s to begin with. If it wasn’t for Chu Junran’s strict defense, Tang Ming wouldn’t have needed to use it …

“Is that so?” Chu Junran’s entire body was lazy, as if he didn’t care about the situation his disciple was in. His eyes lightly landed on Yin Che, “Put away your thoughts.”

“Chu Jungran.” “If you were still the you from back then, I would still be a little afraid, but do you think I would be afraid of a piece of trash that doesn’t even dare to take a sword?”

“Ha!”

Chu Jun didn’t want to bicker with a madman who resented him, so he pretended that he didn’t hear Yin Che’s taunts.

What’s more, Yin Che was not wrong. Right now, he, Chu Jungran, was indeed a piece of trash who did not even dare to raise his sword.

It was just a walking corpse.

“Phew – Phew –”

Tang Ming held down his left hand, which was slightly numb from the shock. He had never expected that the originally harmless puppet would suddenly attack.

“Sword —”

“Sword —”

The puppet suddenly spat out a single word. The twenty-six puppets at the scene repeated the same word at the same time. Their voices were stiff and strange, causing Tang Ming, the only listener, to shudder.

Not long later, a sword appeared from the puppets’ arms, one for each of them. At that moment, the twenty-six puppets simultaneously turned their heads in a strange manner, staring at the only living person in the field.

“Shua —”

The sharp sword swung towards Tang Ming. Even though Tang Ming had easily dodged it, a strand of his black hair was still cut off.

What a sharp sword!

Tang Ming sighed in admiration as he didn’t dare to lower his guard to face the puppet that was attacking him. At this moment, the second puppet hacked towards Tang Ming as well.

Tang Ming didn’t check and only found that a corner of his clothes had been cut off.

So fast.

Tang Ming thought to himself as he used his sword to block the attack.

Unlike the traditional wooden puppets, the puppets that were attacking Tang Ming were now much more agile and difficult to deal with than the other puppets.

It was a pity that such a clan was lost just like that. It was truly a pity.

Tang Ming knew that even if the person who made the twenty-six puppets in front of him was still alive, he would most likely not be able to bring this art to light.

Once bitten by a snake, it was always afraid of the enemy. However, ever since the disaster in the east, both men were fearful of these unorthodox methods, fearing that they would once again harm the martial arts world.

What a pity.

While Tang Ming was indulging in his fantasies, more than a dozen puppets attacked Tang Ming at the same time. Tang Ming also discovered a phenomenon that was very disadvantageous to him.

These puppets were actually cooperating with each other!

Even if they had no thoughts, the puppets still cooperated with each other, as their ‘father’ or ‘mother’ had planned. After one was blocked or deflected, the other would immediately pounce on it.

Not only that, but their attacks had a certain pattern.

This is… Sword Formation?

Seeing the twenty puppets move at the same time, Tang Ming finally realized that it wasn’t ordinary and couldn’t help but be secretly surprised.

The designers of the Bureau of Mechanical Services were truly talented.

Unlike puppet techniques, sword formations could be said to be the right path. A simple sword formation was enough to make a small sect drool over it. With a single glance, one could tell that this sword formation was not something that could be found on the mainland.

At the same time, this was a mechanism that allowed one to peep at the panthers and see just how prosperous the martial arts world had been back then.

This calamity had caused countless geniuses to disappear without a trace, and this group of people also included the Fleeting Blade Master.

It was no wonder that when people started talking about the disaster in the East, they all had heavy expressions.

It was the nightmare of countless people.

Tang Ming stepped on the puppet’s shoulder to give it a chance to breathe.

We can’t go on like this.

Tang Ming tightened his grip on the Brilliant Heart and used seventy percent of his strength to chop at a puppet’s hand that was holding a sword.

But all that was left was a shallow mark.

How is this possible?

No one understood the sharpness of the heart better than Tang Ming. Ever since Tang Ming could remember, this sword had always been in his hands. Even his Martial Uncle’s sword had been split apart by him.

Later on, it was Master who passed the sword of the previous Sect Leaders to Martial Uncle so that Martial Uncle could properly teach Tang Ming how to practice the sword.

And now, Brightheart was actually unable to split a puppet.

What exactly is this puppet material made of?

The current situation had already made Tang Ming unable to think. His already injured body had already consumed a great deal of physical strength within the maze. With the addition of the sword formation formed by the twenty-six puppets, Tang Ming faintly felt that he would not be able to hold on any longer.

The Formation Aperture hadn’t been broken yet?

Yes… Is there something wrong with Miss Red Cherry?

Tang Ming recalled Hong Ying’s smile that was like a flower. He clenched his teeth and forcibly chopped off one of the puppet’s arms.

No… Alright.

“Tang Ming!”

A delicate cry rang out in Tang Ming’s ears. Before he could even react, Tang Ming fell into a delicate embrace.

“Are you okay?” Red Cherry held Tang Ming’s hand and checked Tang Ming’s body. She couldn’t help but reprimand him, “I said don’t try to be brave, but you insisted. Why are you making yourself look so miserable?”

As he spoke, he channeled inner strength into Tang Ming.

“Miss Hong Ying …” “Cough, cough …” Tang Ming couldn’t help but laugh, “Your appearance is exactly the same as my master’s when I was injured. Even your tone …” “Cough, cough …”

Hong Ying was silent for a moment, “The relationship between you master and disciple sounds good.”

“Mmm, Master has a weird temper. He only gets close to me when I’m injured or sick.” Tang Ming paused for a moment. He looked at Hong Ying’s red clothes. “However, if Miss Hong Ying wants to see my master, don’t wear red.”

“Why?” Red Cherry did not understand.

“My master hates red, especially bright red.” Tang Ming sighed, “The most serious time was when Master chased a disciple out of the sect because of his red headband.”

“How is this possible!” Hong Ying had an expression of disbelief, but when she saw Tang Ming’s serious expression, she couldn’t help but become suspicious.

However, the first time they met, he was dressed in a red robe and had an arrogant appearance. He even said that red was his favorite color.

Was this related to his years of silence?

Hong Ying withdrew her thoughts and looked at Tang Ming. “Let me help you to your resting place first.”

“Alright, thank you very much.”