The massive body of the Puppet God in the Puppet Graveyard began to twitch restlessly, like an infant in the grip of a nightmare.
It was indeed having a nightmare.
Another soul was taking over this body. Jarvis had released the restrictions on the puppet frame, allowing the Faceless God to fully assume control. This instinctively filled the body with fear. However, the puppet body’s agitation did not affect Ye Chui and the slime monster Land Angel battling on its face.
At this moment, Ye Chui’s green giant form was covered in wounds. His body was fractured in many places. The turtle armour condensed by Turtle Baby also showed numerous cracks. In the previous fighting, the green-giantised Ye Chui had dealt countless heavy blows to the slime monster. Yet Land Angel’s jelly-like body always reformed rapidly. Even when slashed by Gilga’s golden sword, recovery was slower, but it eventually returned to its original state.
To maximise the golden sword’s power, Ye Chui had comprehended several wuxia films in one go.
The miraculous palm techniques and qinggong from wuxia would be magically altered into wondrous spells in this fantasy world. Ye Chui had once comprehended Storm Riders, gaining wind-element spells like Wind God Legs and Cloud Dispelling Palm. If he comprehended pure wuxia films without fantasy elements, he could gain sword skills.
Ye Chui’s comprehensions were not limited to magic alone. The chance of gaining sword skills was relatively lower. But by choosing wuxia films with minimal fantasy elements, he could greatly increase the probability. For example, now.
Amid a sky full of golden sword light, Land Angel’s body shattered into pieces once more before Ye Chui. The giant Ye Chui panted heavily, holding the Gilga sword horizontally across his chest. He muttered in a low voice, “The power of this Lone Nine Swords move is indeed formidable. Much stronger than the Huashan swordsmanship I used earlier.”
On the Kastela Continent, there was no concept of sword moves. Moves themselves were unique to Eastern culture from Ye Chui’s world. For swordsmen, before learning sword skills, they first mastered combat techniques: blocking, dodging, slashing, and other scattered sword fighting skills. Then they comprehended sword skills to combine with them. The sword methods and moves Ye Chui comprehended were actually individual sword skills. There were no fixed forms.
It felt more like modern wuxia films that ignored choreography and relied on special effects to depict ultimate techniques.
The Lone Nine Swords Ye Chui comprehended consisted of nine independent sword skills. Each had unique killing effects. The ninth sword was the strongest, with shattering properties. Sword energy crisscrossed, directly quartering the target, just like Land Angel now.
But the quartered Land Angel began fusing again.
“This thing is really hard to kill,” Ye Chui sighed breathlessly, watching the reforming Land Angel. His magic power was utterly depleted. Maintaining the green giant state had lasted nearly half an hour. Ye Chui was on the verge of exhaustion. Gilga probably could not hold out much longer either. “I wonder how Jarvis and the others are doing. I must keep holding on to buy them time! They must be in a tough fight too.”
In the control room inside the Puppet God’s head.
“That thief who’s been following us has good taste. This coffee seems to be the special Blue Mountain from the Northern Ridge. Even the palace doesn’t have much. I drank it once at a banquet,” Resha said appreciatively after brewing a pot with the room’s supplies and pouring herself a cup.
“The president is fighting outside. Is it really okay for us to be this relaxed? Should we go help?” Green interjected.
“That snot monster can absorb other enemies. We’d only be burdens if we went out. All we can do now is trust the president. He can do it,” Xilesi said, cradling her recovered crystal glass filled with fine red wine. The thief had somehow acquired pure vintage. She liked it very much.
“At least we could go cheer for the president,” Green said with some guilt.
“Green, is the barbecue ready? I’m starving,” Guni interrupted.
“Ready, ready. I tell you, this barbecue is extraordinary. I specially fused Tidal Empire grilling techniques. A few days ago, when we killed the Heavenly Emperor, I saw a street vendor selling spices and took some. I’ve long wanted to try flavouring meat with them. The Eternal Puppet Tribe’s cooking also gave me great inspiration,” Green said cheerfully. Yes, he had been fully focused on preparing the barbecue.
“Give me a piece. The smell is making me drool,” Resha said expectantly. “Is there any more of little brother’s special fizzy drink? Pour me a cup.”
“Me too, me too,” Salome called.
In the centre, surrounded by several light screens, Jarvis still held the armrests with both hands, striving to release the body’s restrictions. Fazhe, Neil, Fiore, Kerrigan, Bart, and Evans stood tensely around. In truth, they could not help with what Jarvis was doing. But they felt that in such a moment, offering moral support was necessary.
Then they could not help feeling that while they were so tense, Resha, Green, and the others being this leisurely was a bit excessive?
“They seem completely unconcerned about Mr Ye Chui and Miss Debbie’s battle. How can they be like this?” Fiore whispered unhappily.
“No, rather than unconcerned, it’s because they have too much confidence. They’ve been through countless battles together and witnessed Ye Chui’s power. Even against a strong enemy like that slime monster, they still have strong faith in their president!” Fazhe said admiringly. “Such confidence is admirable! Ye Chui must be fighting with their confident blessings too.”
As he spoke, Green said, “Speaking of which, should we save some barbecue for the president and Debbie?”
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After a moment of silence, Guni said, “It wouldn’t be good if the president knew we were eating barbecue while he fought, right? Would he be angry?” When it came to food, Guni was always sharp.
The others nodded.
“Then leave none.”
“If little brother and sister ask later, we’ll say we were tensely watching his battle the whole time.”
“Okay, okay.”
Fazhe and the others: “”
“That thing has reformed again. Ye Chui, any other powerful sword skills?” Debbie asked nervously from Ye Chui’s shoulder. Earlier, to protect her after grabbing her, Ye Chui had placed her there. Turtle Baby’s turtle-pattern armour had extended some protection so Debbie would not be harmed. She shouted into Ye Chui’s ear.
“Lone Nine Swords is already very powerful, okay? Do you really want me to comprehend the Sunflower Manual? The side effects seem a bit severe,” Ye Chui muttered to himself.
He shook the Gilga sword in his hand, producing a humming sound. This sword, fully condensed from Gilga’s powerful sword energy, felt more like a lightsaber from Star Wars to Ye Chui.
The slime monster had reformed. Ye Chui swung the lightsaber Gilga, about to attack. But at that moment, the scene before him froze his movements.
The slime monster reformed, but this time it was markedly different. It no longer returned to its original blob shape. Instead, it became humanoid. This humanoid slime monster matched Ye Chui’s giant in both appearance and height.
“Surprised?” The slime monster’s body remained bloody and semi-transparent, densely filled with swallowed puppet beasts and tiny puppet people. It was like a humanoid giant jelly. A layer of turtle-pattern also wrapped around it, but red. A voice mixed with countless tones rang out. “Land Angel’s greatest power is not absorption, but imitation! Through battle, it can learn everything about the opponent: magic, sword skills, even the opponent’s body and power can be perfectly imitated.”
As the voice spoke, horns suddenly extended from the forehead of the originally Ye Chui-like Land Angel face, transforming into a demonic turtle appearance. The demonic turtle bared sharp teeth. “You are indeed powerful. It took Land Angel this long to fully copy everything about you. But now, how will you defeat a complete you?”
“Perfect imitation,” Ye Chui’s giant face showed surprise. “But you can’t imitate Gilga’s golden sword energy.”
As soon as Ye Chui spoke, the massive Land Angel’s right hand hummed. It transformed into a red sword energy blade identical to Gilga’s sword.
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Fuck, at this moment, do you have to say “May the Magic be with you” to set the mood?
With a terrifying whoosh through the air, Land Angel’s dreadful body charged. It instantly struck Ye Chui.
Very fast!
Ye Chui saw the sword’s trajectory, but he could not react at all. Because this sword skill was one he had used earlier!
Now Ye Chui was at the end of his strength, magic power nearly exhausted. Land Angel’s power seemed endless.
“Hahahaha.” Countless laughs intertwined, utterly mad. Ye Chui’s already battered giant body instantly became even more ruined. In a moment, Ye Chui had no power to fight back.
His body continuously shattered. Layers of mist began appearing, the sign of the giant form dissipating. Guren no Yumiya seemed affected too. The BGM became intermittent, finally vanishing completely.
However, the instant this BGM fully disappeared, another BGM played: the exclusive BGM of the One Punch Heroic Spirit!
Ye Chui held Debbie in one hand, the exhausted Dragon Baby in the other. His body fell towards the ground amid swirling mist. Meanwhile, another bald Heroic Spirit appeared in mid-air. He looked around blankly.
“Imitate my power? Then try imitating this one.”
Without Jarvis fused into Divine Guardian Armour mode, Ye Chui could not personally use the Heroic Spirit’s power now. So he summoned Saitama-sensei to this world once more!
