227 The Might of the Sacred Fire Sword (1/2)

The moment the puppet flew towards him, Mo Wen did not stay put. Instead, he immediately sprang up. Once he caught up with the puppet, he punched out, smashing the back of the puppet's head. The roar of dragons and tigers filled his ears, reverberating within the wide space.

The puppet was like a meteorite. With a loud crash, it smashed into the ground. The pale rock floor seemed to shake a bit.

Mo Wen leapt down from the air, landing on the puppet's body. With one hand pressed on the puppet's head and the other one pressed against the puppet's back, a gigantic Inner Qi surged from his hands. It instantly made a round within the puppet's body.

Roar!

The puppet let out a strange roar, seemingly entering a berserk state. A beam of blue light rose from its body, fiercely smashing into Mo Wen, sending him flying back.

With a flip, the puppet was up standing again. It stomped one of its feet on the ground and shot up into the air like an artillery shell, chasing after Mo Wen. The blue cutlasses in its hands gave off a glaring deep blue glow. A terrifying energy gathered towards the surface of the blades.

Mo Wen was in mid-air and had a bloodstain at the corner of his mouth. The damage from the recoil of the blue light barrier was not light. He seemed to have gotten internal injuries from the crash. His insides felt like they were on fire.

Although he was hurt, a fierce glow was flaming in his eyes. Just now when his Inner Qi circulated inside the puppet's entire body, he finally found were the Eye of the stratagem was located.

A blue shadow dashed past in mid-air. The puppet had caught up with Mo Wen in the blink of an eye. The pair of cutlasses in its hands were crossed, slowly slicing downwards.

Although its movements were greatly slowed down, the attack power seemed to have increased twofold. The puppet's body emitted a terrifying pressure that firmly enveloped Mo Wen. The air seemed as though it was frozen solid, making him feel as though he had fallen into a swamp.

Mo Wen, who was still in mid-air, narrowed his eyes. How had the puppet before him suddenly become so agile? It even knew how to take advantage of openings and seal off his exits!

Needless to say, a puppet which was not under its master's control could battle only purely on instinct. Naturally it had no intellect, so it could not use techniques or strategies worth mentioning.

However, the puppet's current behavior did not seem like a masterless puppet with no intellect. Instead, it acted as though it had a master controlling it, suddenly transforming it into a battle-experienced puppet.

The puppet before his eyes had ability way stronger than the pinnacle of the Qi Nucleation realm. If it also had rich battle experience, then he would almost not be a match for it.

He did not understand why the puppet would have such a large transformation. But the current situation was imminent and did not allow him to consider other things.

Mo Wen's eye flashed, and his hand suddenly pressed against his waist. The next moment, a crimson belt appeared in his hand.

With a flick of his arm, the belt suddenly split into seven sections. The sections spiraled in the air, then all flew back to him.

The sections clashed together one after another, assembling themselves. In an instant, they had become a crimson longsword. Golden flames seemed to dance on the blade. The temperature of the space skyrocketed crazily, instantly becoming like a furnace.

Mo Wen spread open all his fingers. The longsword drew a beam of golden light across the sky, actively landing in his hand.

Almost at the exact same moment, the puppet's two cutlasses formed a cross-cut, slashing towards Mo Wen's figure as fast as lightning.

Mo Wen wielded the Sacred Fire Sword. He swiped the sword towards the two cutlasses. A beam of brilliant fire glowed in mid-air.

The Sacred Fire Sword seemed to slice through the puppet's two cutlasses without any resistance. It continued to slice downwards towards the puppet, slashing at the puppet's chest.

The next moment, the puppet's gigantic figure froze in mid-air for a second. Then, it crashed to the ground with a loud clang. The steel figure was cleaved in two in mid-air. It was split into two from the chest area down as it dropped to the ground, sending dust flying everywhere.

Mo Wen somersaulted and slowly landed on the ground. He exhaled slightly.

The scene just now was too dangerous. The puppet's sudden change nearly caused him to perish.

Determining the location of the puppet's Eye of the stratagem before seemed to have been completely useless.

Now that the puppet had been split into two and was so damaged, naturally it had become a pile of scrap metal.

Luckily, he carried the Sacred Fire Sword on him. Otherwise, he did not know how he would have managed today's situation.

Mo Wen had always treated the Sacred Fire Sword as his trump card and had never simply used it. Although he had always carried it with him, this was the first time he had used the Sacred Fire Sword. Even back when he was up against the Zhou Clan elder, he had only utilized the Sacred Flame Insignia to arrange a stratagem and had not assembled them into the Sacred Fire Sword.

Today, only after being forced to do so by the puppet, did he need to use these secret techniques.