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Chapter 190: Blood Puppet Battle (Part One)
Creating a Blood Puppet is not a simple task. It requires the caster's drop of blood to be fused into the puppet's body, after which the puppet must be suffocated to death. Only then can a strand of Divine Sense be infused into its mind, allowing control over its body. The method is cruel and shocking.
However, the reason Blood Puppets are considered dark arts goes beyond just taking lives. Once an ordinary person becomes a Blood Puppet, their strength rises to a level comparable to that of a Fasting Period Cultivator, not to mention a Professional. This is clearly evident in the current state of Han Lin.
Thus, upon realizing that Han Lin was likely dead and had become a Blood Puppet, Ye Huan did not rush to act. Instead, he took two or three steps back and turned to Han Liu, saying, "Old Man Han, would you believe me if I said your son is dead?"
"Are you joking? He's right here, perfectly fine!"
Staring in shock at Ye Huan, Han Liu's face clearly displayed disbelief.
It was no wonder; Han Lin was moving with an agility that surpassed even that of a rabbit. To someone like Han Liu, who had never encountered the means of a Cultivator, how could his son possibly be dead?
Seeing the expression on Han Liu's face, Ye Huan shook his head with a wry smile. He knew that if he were to pull out an M4A1 assault rifle to deal with Han Lin, he would instantly become Han Liu's mortal enemy since Han Liu did not believe him.
Refocusing on Han Lin, Ye Huan noticed the glimmer of blood in his eyes and suddenly thought: since there was still Divine Sense from the caster within Han Lin, why not communicate with it to convince Han Liu of the truth?
With this thought in mind, a slight smile appeared on Ye Huan's lips as he said, "Lingxiao, this must be your work, right? In the entire Nine Provinces Continent, I can't think of anyone else capable of creating a Blood Puppet like this, especially using the Young Master of the Han family as a subject."
"Hahaha! The Han Family Young Master is nothing but trash in my eyes. You, Ye Huan, at least have some insight. What’s wrong? Are you scared?"
As Ye Huan expected, as soon as he finished speaking, the blood light in Han Lin's eyes intensified. His mouth opened and closed as he uttered these words in a voice that was unmistakably Lingxiao's. If this situation didn’t prove that Han Lin was already dead, what else could Ye Huan say?
Once again looking at Han Liu, he found him frozen in shock. His right hand trembled as it pointed at Han Lin, unable to utter a single word—clearly unable to face the fact that his son was dead.
With a cold smile, Ye Huan felt there was no longer any hesitation in taking action. He waved his hand through the air and an M4A1 assault rifle appeared in his grasp. He quickly held it and pulled the trigger, unleashing an entire magazine of thirty rounds directly into Han Lin's chest.
However, contrary to expectations of blood flowing and cries of pain erupting after being hit by thirty bullets, Han Lin—or rather Lingxiao’s Blood Puppet—suffered no fatal injuries whatsoever. Upon closer inspection, it became evident that all thirty bullets were lodged against the surface of the puppet’s skin…
"Is this... really that awesome?"
Ye Huan's eyes widened in surprise. Although he had long anticipated that Han Liu, as a Sixth-Level Practitioner, would be terrifying once he became a Blood Puppet, he never expected that the Blood Puppet's defenses could actually withstand the penetration of bullets!
Slightly disbelieving, he quickly changed his magazine and fired off another thirty rounds aimed at the Blood Puppet's head. However, this time, the Blood Puppet merely raised its arms and blocked all thirty bullets from the assault rifle with its limbs. Then, afterward...
Boom!
Before Ye Huan could change his magazine again, the Blood Puppet, Han Lin, suddenly moved. All the muscles in its body tensed up in an instant, launching sixty bullet heads from its arms and chest straight at Ye Huan's face!
Never having imagined that the Blood Puppet possessed such capabilities, Ye Huan hurriedly decided to defend against this wave of attacks first. With a thought, four Riot Shields appeared before him, tightly stacked together to block the bullets from the M4A1 assault rifle—this should pose no problem.
However, before Ye Huan could catch his breath, the Blood Puppet vanished from its original position and reappeared behind him in the blink of an eye. It swung a fist heavily towards Ye Huan's back, moving at a speed many times faster than Ye Huan could comprehend!
"Watch out!"
In a moment of crisis, Han Liu saw only a blur with his naked eye. Yet, driven by his combat instincts honed before becoming a Ninth Level Warrior, he immediately reacted. He shouted loudly at Ye Huan and even moved his feet to try to use his strength to shove Han Lin aside to prevent any harm from coming to Ye Huan, which would surely provoke the wrath of those still residing in Dragon Hall at the Han family—a consequence that the Han family could not bear.
As it seemed that all three were about to collide at once, two loud bangs echoed out. Ye Huan was sent flying after being struck by the Blood Puppet; he was left in disarray with his back torn apart by the force of the punch. The other figure was Han Liu, who had not exerted much force in his attempt to save Ye Huan but was kicked aside by the Blood Puppet nonetheless, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth—evidence of just how much power the Blood Puppet had used.
"You old fool, are you seeking death?"
Having been turned into a Blood Puppet under Lingxiao's control, Han Lin spoke disrespectfully to Han Liu. Fortunately, this remark jolted Han Liu awake; in this critical moment, he found himself muttering softly, "You are not Han Lin; you are not my son..."
"I am your son? Ha! Your son has long been dead. The current Han Lin is merely a flag I planted in the Southern Xiongnu Empire!"
The Blood Puppet sneered, speaking in Lingxiao's tone while bearing Han Lin's appearance. No matter how one looked at it, it felt unsettling. Yet, despite Han Liu's deep-seated resentment, he held back from attacking for fear of unforeseen consequences.
In desperation and clinging to a sliver of hope, Han Liu slowly turned his gaze toward Ye Huan. To his surprise, he saw that Ye Huan had already gotten back on his feet after being knocked away earlier and was now holding an RPG Rocket Launcher in hand—the rocket ahead was many times larger than the bullets from an M4A1 assault rifle...
Noticing Han Liu’s gaze upon him and giving a nod to indicate he was fine, Ye Huan responded to the Blood Puppet’s words: "Lingxiao, you injected your Divine Sense into Han Lin’s body; don’t you fear that if Han Lin is killed, your Divine Sense will be destroyed?"
"With you? I’m not saying this to belittle you, Ye Huan. As a Cultivator now, you should be learning various Cultivator techniques and using them to fight enemies on the battlefield. But here you are clinging stubbornly to your identity as a summoner. I really don’t understand what’s so good about those summoned creatures..."
Without even turning around, Lingxiao—now inhabiting the Blood Puppet—seemed entirely confident of victory. At first glance, it sounded as if he were considering Ye Huan’s situation; however, as he continued speaking, it turned purely into mockery.
Do not say that Lingxiao is not well-intentioned; even if he truly had Ye Huan's best interests at heart, Ye Huan would likely not pay any attention to his schemes. With this thought in mind, Ye Huan completely disregarded what Lingxiao was saying through the Blood Puppet controlled by Divine Sense. Without hesitation, he hoisted the RPG Rocket Launcher onto his shoulder, intending to let actions speak louder than words and see whether the Blood Puppet was truly formidable or if the RPG Rocket Launcher was the real powerhouse.
Boom!
As he slowly squeezed the trigger, a burst of flames erupted from the RPG Rocket Launcher. In an instant, the rocket shot forth, trailing a long fiery tail as it charged toward the Blood Puppet. There was no doubt it would hit its target. However, perhaps even Ye Huan did not anticipate that after such a violent explosion, the Han Family Main Hall shook violently, causing a large amount of dust to fall and completely obstructing their line of sight.
"Where is everyone?"
Since it was impossible to see clearly around him, Ye Huan couldn't help but release a bit of Divine Sense to survey his surroundings. As his Divine Sense gradually spread throughout the Han Family Main Hall, he was shocked to discover that in the center of the dust cloud stood a figure where the Crimson Puppet had just been. Meanwhile, another person lay on the ground.
Although he didn't know exactly what had happened, judging by the aura lingering in the air, it was clear that the Crimson Puppet was still alive. Realizing this, Ye Huan quickly moved at his fastest speed to where the person lay on the ground, grabbing them and pulling them out without stopping until they exited the Han Residence's Main Hall. Even as he stepped outside, Ye Huan flipped his hand and pulled the pins from four or five M67 fragmentation grenades before tossing them inside.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The sound of consecutive explosions rang out. Only then did Ye Huan have time to breathe a sigh of relief as he stared intently at the Han Family Main Hall and said, "Han Liu, you won't blame me if I demolish this Han Family Main Hall, will you?"
“...”
After a long pause with no response, feeling puzzled, Ye Huan turned his head. When he finally saw who he had managed to drag out from the Main Hall, even with his strong composure, he couldn't help but exclaim in shock, "How could it be you?!"
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