Under One Person: The Puppet Immortal in the Tang Sect

"Alright, alright, Baldy has already caught up! Let's follow him. As long as we're close enough, I'll control him, and then you can cripple his limbs."

The man with the mustache spoke coldly, then chuckled maliciously and followed.

"Hmph! The three of us have cooperated so many times, don't worry."

The short man once again activated the four throwing knives in his hand and followed.

Cui Ming, who was hiding in the woods, may not have much practical experience, but he had seen too many pigs run away.

He was intimately familiar with all kinds of tactics and teamwork, so when he saw this person break through and rush towards him, he knew that it was just a decoy to attract attention.

But what Cui Ming liked most was to chew up the enemy's hopes bit by bit, from the hardest part.

The burly, bald, and physically imposing man charged towards Cui Ming without flinching or dodging, braving all sorts of arrows.

Ordinary crossbow bolts are basically unable to penetrate his defenses, leaving only a few white spots on his skin. They can't break through his defenses at all, and at most they can only prevent him from advancing quickly.

He grinned maliciously, covered his head with his hands, and continued to advance in the direction from which the crossbow bolts had come.

Clearly, in his mind, the attacker hiding in the shadows must be weak and could only rely on long-range attacks. He believed that once the attacker got close, he could finish them off with a single punch.

Not far behind him were the short man throwing knives and another guy who hadn't made a move yet.

Because the bald man in front of them had drawn most of the arrows, they easily dodged the few arrows that flew towards them.

Cui Mingyin remained hidden in the shadows, calmly observing the battle.

The man with the mustache was already nearly fifty meters away, but he still hadn't made a move.

It's highly likely that the distance from which he used his technique was insufficient, and the one controlling the flying knife was probably his bodyguard.

The division of labor among the three men was basically in line with his judgment.

The bodybuilders acted as human shields, while the object controllers provided support from the center. The man with the mustache, who had not yet made a move, was clearly the key to determining the outcome of the battle.

They either possess extremely strong burst damage or are a control player.

Now that we've gathered all the intelligence, let's close the net.

Let's destroy this turtle shell first!

With a thought, Cui Ming condensed a trace of Qi poison, harmonized with the true Qi of radiation, into some of the arrows in the following rain of arrows.

shhhhhh!

The rain of arrows continued unabated, but the tough-looking man initially seemed unconcerned, relying on his powerful internal energy to charge forward.

But soon, his expression changed.

The radiated arrows mixed in with the ordinary arrows were not deflected the moment they came into contact with his protective aura.

The strange radiant energy attached to it was as if it had a corrosive effect, instantly breaking through the protective aura!

Several muffled sounds, different from the previous ones, were heard.

The burly man felt a slight pain in several places on his body and looked down.

Several tiny red spots appeared on his skin, which was said to be impervious to even the slightest scratch from knives and axes!

Although the wound was very shallow, it did indeed break through his protective aura.

What made him even more uneasy was that the red dots initially only caused a slight numbness, but in an instant they turned into a piercing burning pain, as if countless tiny steel needles were burrowing inside his body.

His pride and joy in his tough skin and honed inner strength were rendered as fragile as paper before these strange arrows.

"No! This arrow is poisoned!"

He roared and tried to retreat, but felt his body become weak and unsteady. The surging blood and qi in his body seemed to have been polluted by something, making it extremely difficult to circulate.

The golden aura emanating from his body began to flicker.

Clearly, the radiated Qi has begun to invade his meridians and disrupt the flow of Qi within his body.

In the instant he froze, Cui Ming made his move.

He emerged from behind a large tree like a ghost, the assassination crossbow on his arm, transformed from a shadow spider, flashing with an eerie light.

A crossbow bolt gleaming with blue light shot out!

The target was not the burly man whose movements were hindered, but rather the object manipulator who controlled the throwing knife, which drew a tricky arc.

The timing of that arrow was so precise and sudden!

The short manipulator and the man with the mustache behind him were distracted by the bald man's loud shout, and in the blink of an eye, the crossbow bolt had already flown to their side.

In the rush, the diminutive object controller revealed his hand directly.

He held a short dagger in his right hand, and at this critical moment, he used all his strength to deflect the arrow from the side.

Four throwing knives flew out from behind him!

Because arrows rained down from behind without ceasing.

But just as he was about to show off his swordsmanship as usual...

But suddenly he discovered that a strange kind of true qi was rampaging through his body, and in no time...

puff!

A mouthful of thick, black blood spurted out, scattering numerous throwing knives across the ground.

The diminutive manipulator knelt on the ground, unable to move, and spoke with difficulty, his face turned to the side.

"When...did...I...get...poisoned...?"

Cui Ming had no habit of explaining things to the enemy, and his comrades didn't have the time for that at the moment...

A barrage of arrows rained down, pinning the man with the mustache down so he couldn't lift his head and could only dodge and weave.

Cui Ming strolled leisurely to the bald, burly man's side, his six mechanical arms slowly unfolding and transforming into several sharp, gleaming spikes.

puff!

With a scream of agony from the bald man, Cui Ming severed the Achilles tendon in his right leg with a single thrust.

Chapter 31 The Birth of the Living Puppet

Cui Ming wasn't in a hurry at all. With a soft "plop," he severed the tendons in the bald man's right hand once more.

"Ah! You..."

The bald man, sweating profusely from the pain, was about to open his mouth and curse.

Cui Ming used the mechanical arm to pinch his mouth shut, and with a flash of light, he cut off his tongue as well.

In just a short while, the bald, burly man was completely powerless to resist.

The short man who used to control objects and throw knives has been almost completely ruined by poison.

Meanwhile, the man with the mustache, who hadn't yet made a move, was still being chased by arrows and fleeing in all directions.

He then casually severed the remaining tendons in the big man's hands and feet, rendering him completely useless.

With a blank expression, Cui Ming raised the crossbow on his arm and slowly nocked a poison mist arrow.

"Etc., etc!"

Although the man with the mustache was constantly on the run, he still kept some of his attention on Cui Ming.

"Young hero! We are all extraordinary beings! Was there any need to be so ruthless? Leave a way out for others..."

"Are the Quanxing people considered human?"

With a click, the crossbow was chambered, and Cui Ming's actions put immense pressure on the man with the mustache.

At that distance, he couldn't guarantee he could hit the target.

This time, there's a high probability that we've failed.

But thinking about this only made me more and more frantic.

You want to kill me? I'll break your teeth first!

Meanwhile, Cui Ming, watching the haphazardly waving mustache, also lost interest.

The outcome is already decided; a single area-of-effect poison mist arrow will finish it off.

Cui Ming lowered his guard at this moment.

No matter what methods this person uses, it's all in vain if they can't get close to you.

shhhhhh!

Another volley of arrows rained down, including poisoned arrows fired from Cui Ming's assassination crossbow.

In this moment of despair, the man with the mustache finally resorted to his own methods.

"Shadow Shift!"

The man with the mustache roared!

Suddenly his figure blurred for a moment, then swelled up violently.

Upon closer inspection, it had transformed into the bald, muscular man at his feet, whose limbs had been crippled by Cui Ming.

Before Cui Ming could react, the man with the mustache, who had already switched places through magic, flashed a sharp light in his eyes and pushed his hands forward with all his might!

hum!

A powerful impact struck Cui Ming head-on.

The seemingly powerful Qi energy had no effect on Cui Ming whatsoever.

There wasn't even a slight tremor.

"No...impossible!"

"You were hit by my Soul-Slaying Stab! How could you be unharmed! You... what kind of monster are you?!"

The Soul-Shocking Strike is a family secret technique passed down by the man with the mustache, specializing in methods that target the soul.

If an ordinary person is hit, they will be stunned for at least a short while, and in severe cases, they may even become mentally impaired due to serious damage to their mind.

The three of them, relying on their excellent teamwork and the special effect of the Soul-Shocking Thorn, managed to outwit many prestigious sects.

The Eight-Character Mustache's method of shifting forms requires prior training in his family's secret techniques to cultivate the same Qi within the body, enabling him to exchange forms within a certain distance.