Chapter 138
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Chapter 138: I Want to Fight Ten!
In her confusion, Qiao Huihui soon realized Mu Lin’s paper figure had unmatched strength and rock-solid defense.
When the winged flying snake’s wind blades struck the paper figure, they couldn’t even scratch it, let alone break through. This shattered Qiao Huihui’s mindset completely.
“Just a single sheet of paper… How can it be this unbreakable?!”
While Qiao Huihui struggled to comprehend, Mu Lin saw nothing unusual. The paper’s stability and divine power came not from the material itself, but from the potent magic he’d infused into it.
‘Magic enables the impossible. My cultivation method’s Advancement granted me higher-tier magic energy. Combined with the Vajra Strength talismans, how could this paper figure be weak?’
…
“Crash!”
“Boom!”
As Qiao Huihui wrestled with confusion, the battle grew fiercer. Wind blades tore through air, earth trembled, and deafening clashes echoed relentlessly.
Mu Lin’s paper figure fought two enemies yet held its ground effortlessly, growing bolder with each strike. But such intense combat revealed its true nature.
Qiao Huihui gaped as the paper figure’s surface stirred—an evil dragon writhed to life within it, fed by the vitality of the living.
The vivid serpent coiled around the paper figure, bestowing draconic might and resilience. Gradually, the dragon fused with its host—obsidian scales erupted across the paper, a twisted horn sprouting from its head.
This union made the paper figure monstrously powerful. Under its onslaught, Qiao Huihui’s Mountain King buckled.
“I can’t lose like this…”
Refusing defeat by a single paper figure, Qiao Huihui gambled. She hurled her winged flying snake like a spear at Mu Lin’s second paper figure.
Her hope? That this unused figure would be weaker. Destroying even one might soften her humiliation.
Reality betrayed her.
Mu Lin’s second figure differed from the first—not in weakness, but in overwhelming strength.
The active fighter’s core was an Awakened Realm Yellow Turban Might, reborn as a Yin soldier and enhanced by master-level Vajra Strength talismans to reach Spring Fountain Realm power.
The standby figure? Its foundation was a Spring Fountain Realm Funeral Yasha.
As a Yin Court-appointed martial judge, its power amplification dwarfed the Yin soldier’s by tenfold. Its robust frame could bear three Vajra Strength talisman sets—though Mu Lin had only inscribed two.
Result? A being of terrifying escalation.
_Swish!_ Blue-black light flashed. The diving flying snake fell, struck down before weaker observers could blink.
The Funeral Yasha didn’t pause. Its burning eyes locked onto Qiao Huihui’s remaining puppet—the Mountain King.
"Whoosh!"
The dark blue light flashed once more, vanishing from Mu Lin’s side and reappearing above Mountain King.
After arriving, it raised its spear high and gathered its strength. With a resounding roar, two phantom dragon silhouettes materialized around it.
The ethereal dragons coiled briefly before merging into the Yasha’s body. As they fused, the Yasha’s power greatly increased.
"Boom!"
Like a cannonball striking earth, the empowered Yasha plummeted downward, slamming Mountain King deep into the ground.
The materials composing Mountain King were exceptional – the attack didn’t shatter or break it.
But the violent impact made the steel spider puppet malfunction.
Being corrupted by the power of Heaven’s Funeral, Zang possessed more than physical attacks. Faint bloodstains dotted its spear.
Now these bloodstains seeped through cracks into Mountain King’s body, gradually stiffening its movements.
Even the puppet’s surface began showing patches of rust from the blood’s contamination.
Watching this, Mu Lin knew victory was his.
Reality proved him right.
"Stop!"
Seeing her puppet dying, Qiao Huihui urgently shouted. Though it hadn’t achieved awakening, she’d invested vast resources and effort into this puppet. Its destruction would pain her deeply.
Her shout also signaled surrender.
…
As the opening match, Mu Lin’s battle drew considerable attention. Many came hoping to see his defeat and repentance, given his earlier confidence that others perceived as arrogance toward the art of puppetry.
Against expectations, Mu Lin didn’t lose – he won.
Not just won, but won effortlessly. The crowd fell silent.
Only after prolonged quiet did murmurs emerge.
"How? Why’s his paper figure so strong?"
"That flimsy paper surpasses our carefully crafted puppets…"
"Mine took enormous effort… This feels unfair…"
Even Qin Yuan frowned while observing from Mu Lin’s platform. He instinctively turned to the fox-eared man beside him.
"Zuo Li, are you certain I’ll win this assessment?"
"Naturally. Our leader doesn’t predict everything, but what he foresees never fails. You’ll undoubtedly win."
Zuo Li smirked, adding, "Or do you doubt your ability against that paper figure?"
"If that’s all, victory is assured. I possess a puppet called…"
“Six-Handed Glass Buddha.”
The final words came not from Qin Yuan, but from Zuo Li.
Hearing his secret weapon exposed, Qin Yuan stared in shock.
“How could you know? I completed it only recently… a prophecy?”
Zuo Li answered, “You’ve realized it. Yes, I learned of your Six-Handed Glass Buddha through our leader’s visions. The prophecy also revealed you built this puppet to combat the Night Demon that plunges all into darkness.”
“Whether it can defeat the Night Demon remains unknown, but your Six-Handed Glass Buddha wields six flames to purge dark energies – particularly effective against paper figures.”
Zuo Li chuckled. “Mu Lin was unlucky. Against other abilities, the match might’ve been close. But paper figures? They’re helpless before your flames.”
“Incidentally, Master Meng Rui knew about your puppet’s power. That’s why she wagered against Mu Lin.”
…
Zuo Li trusted his leader’s prophecy absolutely. Qin Yuan had faith in his creation.
Master Meng Rui, aware of the Six-Handed Glass Buddha’s might, showed no concern.
Qin Yuan and Master Meng Rui declared: “Your skill is notable, but victory belongs to me (this humble one).”
…
Without mind communication, Mu Lin couldn’t know others’ thoughts.
But Master Meng Rui’s calm demeanor didn’t escape him. His eyes narrowed.
‘No urgency at all? Unacceptable. Those insulting Teacher Dongfang Ya shall pay.’
Resolved to make an unforgettable display, Mu Lin glanced at the cowering students below. He offered silent apology.
‘Blame your teacher’s loose tongue, not me.’
Raising his voice, Mu Lin addressed the crowd:
“Too scared to face me?”
“Pathetic. I came expecting marvels of puppetry, but find only weaklings. My expectations were misplaced.”
“Bastard!”
The jeers drew furious glares and clenched fists, yet none dared ascend the stage.
The Night Demon’s defeat had shattered their courage.
As silence lingered, Qin Yuan moved to intervene – indebted to Meng Rui for saving his life, he couldn’t let her recruitment plans suffer.
Before he could act, Mu Lin provoked the crowd again:
“Angry? Humiliated?”
“You want to pummel me, don’t you?”
Not waiting for replies, he continued coldly:
“Though you’re worthless, I’ll grant one chance. Prove yourselves…”
His voice turned icy: “Attack together. I’ll take you all on!”
“?!!”
“???”
The challenge froze the arena in stunned silence.
When the shock broke, furious shouts erupted:
“Arrogant fool!”
“Madman!”
“Who do you think you are!”
“Bastard! You’ll regret this!”
