The Underworld Palace lacks origin artefacts, yet this type of puppet serves the same purpose for them as origin artefacts do for others.
Metallic constructs require internal arrays to be set up. The stronger the construct, the more powerful the arrays must be.
To create a metallic construct with such terrifying strength, none of the current array masters in the world could achieve it.
By contrast, these black puppets need no internal arrays. They are refined through secret techniques exclusive to the Underworld Palace and controlled via the palace’s esoteric methods.
Refining such a black puppet is extraordinarily costly, and each person in the Underworld Palace can only refine one unique to themselves. No one else can control another’s puppet. Even the Palace Master’s puppet cannot be manipulated by the Young Lord.
Within the Underworld Palace, even most elders do not possess such black puppets.
The fact that the Young Lord owns one of such immense power, and can control it so proficiently, is proof enough of his exceptional ability.
Facing the black puppet charging fiercely towards him, Lin Yun swiftly swung his sword to meet it.
Dong.
A heaven-shaking boom resounded as another violent collision erupted.
Under the Young Lord’s control, the black puppet continued its ferocious assault on Lin Yun, completely disregarding the sword wounds his treasured blade left on its body.
In a fight against a real person, such injuries would undoubtedly cause pain, forcing the opponent to retreat and fall into disadvantage. But the black puppet felt nothing.
Boom, boom, boom.
Violent clashes erupted continuously. The black puppet attacked like a mad beast, frenzied and unrelenting.
The Young Lord stood at a distance, gripping the black long staff, focusing entirely on manipulating the puppet.
The staff emitted a low buzzing hum, as if those vibrations were the notes commanding the puppet’s movements.
Though the battle was intensely fierce, Lin Yun had not fallen into a disadvantage. One could say he was evenly matched with the black puppet.
When strengths are comparable, an emotionless tool that feels no pain and harbours no thought is naturally extremely difficult to deal with.
It did not even block Lin Yun’s attacks. It focused solely on offence, ignoring defence entirely.
Lin Yun could not do the same. If he ignored its assaults, its blows landing on him would cause injury. Yet his strikes upon it were felt by nothing.
This instead placed Lin Yun in a passive position.
Lin Yun knew that even if he unleashed his final techniques, he could never destroy this black puppet. And since it felt no pain, such an approach would be futile.
He attempted to bypass it and attack the Young Lord controlling from afar.
But the Young Lord quickly directed the puppet to intercept, using it to entangle Lin Yun tightly.
The two sides became thoroughly locked in combat.
The ferocity of this fight held the audience spellbound, unwilling to blink.
Under these circumstances, it was truly impossible to predict who would win.
So intense. So deadlocked.
Look, something is changing.
Someone shouted.
On the arena.
The black long staff in the Young Lord’s hand suddenly surged with vast quantities of black mist, transforming into a towering wave of darkness that rolled overwhelmingly towards Lin Yun.
This technique was another closely guarded signature skill of the Underworld Palace, a supreme secret art.
The surging black mist wave enveloped the battlefield.
Within its shroud, Lin Yun immediately felt his combat prowess slightly diminished by the mist’s influence.
Conversely, the black puppet, immersed in the mist, grew even more ferocious.
Given the current situation, it seemed possible that Lin Yun might actually lose to the Young Lord.
Indeed. Lin Yun’s position now looks highly unfavourable.
Before coming here, the Young Lord had declared his goal was the championship. Daring to set such a target truly reflects his formidable strength.
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The crowd let out waves of astonished sighs at the unfolding battle.
In the front VIP seats.
It appears Lin Yun is indeed going to lose.
As a contestant from outside the top forces, reaching this stage is already remarkably brilliant. Even if he loses, it brings no disgrace.
The elders discussed and sighed among themselves.
Brother Lin Yun, keep going. Sisters Yu Rou and Yu Qing continued cheering silently for him.
The situation was heavily against Lin Yun.
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Young Lord.
In the crowd, Zou Dongsheng and An Yun felt their hearts rise to their throats.
Was Lin Yun’s journey in the Peak Competition truly about to end here?
