Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

Chapter 1425 The Ferocity Has Not Yet Subsided
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Behind the two remains of Ruhua, whose heads and most of their bodies had been cut off before finally stopping, four more swift figures rushed out!
3, 4, 5, 6!

Four bright red numbered puppets broke through the wind and arrived!

They all looked exactly alike: village girls in coarse cloth, with buns of hair, expressionless faces, and bright red lips.

"Beware!"

Chen Yunxiang swung his sword horizontally, and the Seven Killings Sword Qi swirled in front of him.

Before the words were even finished, the three or four Ruhua pounced on them, abandoning all their fancy moves and thrusting their arms straight at them like battering rams!

His arms, twice the size of an average person's, were encased in black iron armor, his five fingers pressed together into cones, the dark red barbs at the tips gleaming with a bloody rust-like sheen in the sunlight.

Just as Chen Haoxuan was about to gather his strength and retreat, he suddenly heard the sound of a mechanism meshing beneath his feet!
The moment No. 5, Ruhua, crouched and touched the ground, three dark iron chains burst forth from the earth, their hooks like venomous dragons reaching out to grab her ankles.

He twisted his waist in mid-air, the spine of his sword clanging as it knocked away three chains. Then, Number 6, Ruhua, unleashed a barrage of black pills in a triangular formation, blocking his retreat.

"Boom!" The moment the smoke billowed up, Chen Haoxuan felt a burning pain in his nasal cavity.

In the thick fog of quicklime and chili powder, Number 6 could be vaguely seen pulling three more black bullets from his sleeve.

This woman, Ru Hua, actually knew how to leave herself a backup plan.

"Brother Xiang! Attack their elbows!"

Upon hearing the sound, Chen Yunxiang moved, his Seven Kill Sword unleashing three sword flowers, precisely piercing the right arm mechanism of Puppet No. 3.

With a sickening metallic tearing sound, the iron arm was forcibly removed, white steam gushing from the broken end. Ru Hua seemed oblivious, her remaining left arm still tightly gripping Chen Yunxiang's shoulder.

Chen Haoxuan's situation was even more perilous.

Number 5, Ruhua, swam close to the ground like a catfish, the iron chain carving deep furrows in the blue bricks, while Number 6 stepped on her companion's shoulders and leaped into the air, two poisoned steel needles sliding out from her sleeve.

Chen Haoxuan retreated three steps, slamming the back of his sword heavily onto the ground. Using the force of the recoil, he tumbled in the air, the tip of his sword drawing a crescent-shaped cold light in mid-air, shredding the two steel needles in mid-air.

"Clang!" Chen Yunxiang finally found an opening, and with a slanted slash of his sword, he sliced ​​off the brass pin on the back of the fourth puppet's neck.

The headless body staggered two steps, then suddenly spewed out boiling steam from its neck, propelling it forward another three zhang before finally collapsing to the ground as if its tendons and bones had been pulled out.

“These lumps of iron…” Chen Haoxuan wiped his soot-covered face, the tip of his sword still dripping with gears he had picked out of the chest cavity of Number 5 Ruhua, “the more we fight them, the crazier they get.”

Before he could finish speaking, Number 6 pulled out three more black pellets, this time with dark red patterns on their bodies—clearly enhanced explosive bombs!
Chen Yunxiang's eyes sharpened, and the Seven Kill Sword in his left hand suddenly flew out of his hand and spun around, the blade drawing a silver halo in mid-air, severing the three explosive bombs at the root.

With a roar, he leaped and caught the falling sword hilt, the tip pointing straight at Number 6 Ruhua's throat: "Next, I'll rip your skull off."

……

Upstairs on the second floor, their tactical discussions were conducted simultaneously, reconstructing the battle situation.

Zhuang Mochen tapped the railing lightly with his fingertips, his eyes fixed on the fierce battle in the arena: "The tactical skills of these puppets are more than 30% better than the coordination of the two from before. Look at the combined attack formation of puppets number 3 and 4—"

Wang Wei stroked his beard and nodded: "The difference in arm span is three inches, the difference in stride is half a foot, but the rhythm of offense and defense is like beating with the same pulse."

"The spacing of the barbs on those iron arms is clearly designed to penetrate the armor based on the gaps between human bones."

Chen Xiaojun suddenly interjected: "When Yunxiang just split open the right arm pivot of No. 4, did you notice the steam pipe at the break point?"

“That’s a composite tube forged from volcanic copper mixed with Tianshan cold iron. The high-pressure steam that burst out the moment it was severed actually boosted the speed of the limbs’ assault.” Xia Yun squinted at the puppet number 6: “What’s even more troublesome is this bombardier.”

"Although the explosive yield of quicklime mixed with bone-corroding grass powder is small, the toxic smoke can still penetrate into the meridians along the path of soul power circulation."

"Haoxuan's backflip just now clearly left black stains on his cuffs."

Zhuang Mochen suddenly chuckled: "Let's see how these two lads handle this!"

Chen Xiaojun laughed and said, "Yunxiang's move 'Clouds Cutting Through the Blue Sky' doesn't follow a slashing trajectory; instead, it reverses the slashing motion along the bronze hinge of the No. 3 Ruhua elbow joint."

"That mechanism was made of iron with twelve layers of spiral threads, and it could only be pried open with the spiraling force of the Seven Kill Sword."

Wang Wei's eyes lit up: "Brilliant! Haoxuan, is that his name? That kid is even more cunning."

"He deliberately lured puppet number 5 to the ground to trigger the chains, then stepped on the blast wave to take off into the air. Taking advantage of the gap when number 6 dropped the bomb, he used the back of his sword to strike the brass pin on the back of the puppet's neck."

"That pin should be the soul power relay station of the entire puppet. After removing it..."

"After that, it's just a steam-breathing iron lump," Zhuang Mochen interjected. "But have you noticed? The 'fearlessness' of these puppets is truly amazing."

"Even after being decapitated, Number 3 was still able to sprint three zhang, all thanks to the set of compressed steam bladders in his chest cavity, which seemed to be a combination of mechanical and mechanical techniques."

Xia Yun suddenly raised his hand to stop everyone from talking: "Wait, listen to the sound of chains dragging on the ground—Puppet No. 5 is reassembling the chain array."

"This new tactic is several times more insidious than fighting one-on-one. Numbers 3 and 4 are the main attackers to contain the enemy, number 5 is responsible for ground defense, and number 6 controls the air. It is clearly designed to exploit the weaknesses of low-level Soul Masters in terms of Soul Power."

Chen Xiaojun suddenly chuckled and raised his chin: "Yunxiang has found a way to break it—he deliberately created an opening so that Number 4 could grab his left shoulder, but in reality, the tip of his sword had already pierced the power core behind the puppet's ear."

"Listen to that 'click' sound, that's the sound of the spring being overloaded."

Wang Wei clapped his hands and laughed: "Good lad! Hao Xuan is no slouch either. He rushed up by stepping on the trajectory of the No. 6 puppet's bomb, and the Seven Kill Sword, wrapped in soul power, spun down three times in succession, thus splitting the blast wave."

"This move looks like your Python Flip Downward Slash, doesn't it, Xiao Jun?"

"We've reserved this kid."

Chen Xiaojun smiled but remained silent.

Xia Yun shook her head: "It's still a risky move."

"That enhanced bomb from number 6 just now, if it weren't for the high quality of the Seven Kill Sword, an ordinary martial sword would have been shattered long ago."

“Look at the tiger’s mouth where Haoxuan is holding the sword, there are clearly traces of blood seeping out.”

Wang Wei's smile faded: "But at least the impasse has been broken. The fatal flaws of these iron golems lie in their joints and power cores. Once the pattern is found, even a three-ring Soul Master can defeat them one by one. I'm just afraid..."

“I’m afraid of constant iteration and improvement.” Zhuang Mochen continued, his gaze turning to the dark corridor door on the left side of the battlefield.

"Xiao Jun, I didn't expect your Chen family to have such a skill. This is even better than the mechanical puppets created and used by the mechanical engineers of the Forging Alliance..."

Chen Xiaojun interrupted him with a smile, "Elder Zhuang, we haven't finished reading yet."

Then the door made another sound, "This time it's probably eight bodies coming up together."

(End of this chapter)