Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 1625: Master Han

Chapter 1625: Master Han
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
A duel!
Madam He’s face changed drastically, and she quickly dashed out.
Her speed was impressive, not inferior to an Earth Realm cultivator.
Obviously, He Yangsun’s mother was also a skilled cultivator.
“Judging from the steps, she should be an Armor Master,” Han Muye whispered, as the golden bird chirped beside him.
“Level three.” The Golden Bead succinctly confirmed.
Han Muye ignored them and stepped out quickly, holding a gold- gray elliptical shell in his hand.
As he passed through the hall, sounds of shouting and clashing came from
On the 100-foot-wide square in front of the wide door, two figures crossed each other.
Wearing green chest armor, He Yangsun wielded a short knife, his movements steady.
Facing him, a big man with a long-handle battle ax staggered, swinging the ax with all his might, barely blocking He Yangsun’s knife.
This scene made Mother He, who had reached the doorway, heave a sigh of relief.
On the opposite side of the square, several figures in black robes looked grim.
He Yangsun’s combat power exceeded their expectations.
This guy hadn’t won a single fight in the city, and it was said that his strength was extremely poor. So how could he be so strong?
At this moment, the strength displayed by He Yangsun was not inferior to that of an ordinary level one Armor Master.
“Clang—
The short knife clashed with the long-handle battle ax. The big man couldn’t hold onto his battle ax, which fell to the ground.
He Yangsun’s short knife slashed across the burly man’s breastplate.
“Slash—
A string of sparks, leaving a three-inch deep scratch on the armor.
He Yangsun’s knife was a rare treasure.
After all, he was from a prestigious family in the city. Even though it had declined, its heritage was not something that the families outside the city could compare to.
After his breastplate was cut by the knife, the big man panicked and retreated.
“Brother Wang, 1 concede,” He Yangsun clasped his fists, then looked towards those black-robed individuals in the front.
“Uncles of the Wang family, remember to send the deeds of 300 acres of good land that were wagered to our He family.”
Some of the people on the other side snorted coldly, while others turned their heads away.
Standing in front, an elderly man with a golden crown on his head narrowed his eyes and shouted, “Wang Sankui hasn’t lost yet.”
Hasn’t lost yet?
He Yangsun sneered.
If he hadn’t shown mercy, Wang Sankui would have been seriously injured and lying on the ground by now.
Wang Sankui’s face turned pale. Gritting his teeth, he took a step forward.
He knew that he was no match for He Yangsun.
Now that his own family head didn’t allow him to admit defeat, it meant he had to fight to the death.
But he wasn’t confident.
“Wang Sankui, take out your Battle Puppet.”
His father behind him raised his hand, and a nine-foot-tall Battle Puppet descended.
Battle Puppet?
Wang Sankui looked puzzled.
He was an Armor Master. When did he become a Puppet Master?
“Are you taking advantage of the fact that our He Family has no one to defend it?” shouted Mother He, standing in front of the stone steps, her hand holding a piece of greenish-red armor piece shimmering with golden light. It transformed into a light green Battle Armor that covered her whole body.
He wore shoulder armor and carried an eight-foot-long spear on his back.
He raised his hand and pointed. The spear landed in his palm. Madam He took a step forward and her aura condensed.
A level three Armor Master!
With such cultivation and combat power, he was no longer considered weak in Pagoda City.
“So it’s Madam He of the He family,” Wang Zhenye, the head of the Wang family, changed his expression and snorted. “The young master of the He family can control both armor and puppet, so can our Sankui.”
Even he wasn’t confident in what he said.
Madam He glared at him, pointing the long spear in her hand forward, “Wang Zhenye, are you treating my He family as fools?”
Wang Zhenye gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice, “It seems that Madam He is still the one in charge of the He family.”
His words made He Yangsun’s face turn cold.
“Hmph, there’s no need for my mother to take action.” He Yangsun stepped forward, the short knife in his hand held horizontally in front of his chest.
Wang Sankui took a step back, but before he could fully retreat, the Battle Puppet behind him charged forward and threw a punch towards He Yangsun’s chest.
He Yangsun snorted coldly, blocking the puppet’s fist with his short knife.
The fist collided with He Yangsun’s knife. His face turned pale as he stepped back.
A hint of shame flashed across Wang Sankui’s face, but he still stood there, swinging his arms and legs.
Actually, anyone could see that he wasn’t the one controlling the Battle Puppet at all.
“Ha!” He Yang Sun roared. A golden light flashed on his Battle Armor, turning into a net of light, shrouding the Battle Puppet.
The Battle Puppet stopped in its tracks.
He Yangsun stepped forward and threw a punch.
“Bang!
The punch landed on the Battle Puppet’s chest, forcing it to take a step back.
But with the force of this punch, the Battle Puppet broke free from the net and and swung its arm, flinging a golden whip. , throwing
The whip landed on He Yangsun!s shoulder, throwing him 30 feet away. He fell to the ground and his armor shattered.
“Hehe, the young master of the He family is nothing but this.” Wang Zhenye sneered and shouted triumphantly.
He Yangsun struggled to stand up, but his right hand could not hold onto the short knife.
Obviously, he had no strength to fight anymore.
“Yangsun, don’t be stubborn. I—’t Madam He didn’t finish her words, as He Yangsun let out a low roar, his shattered Battle Armor completely breaking apart. He raised his left hand and smashed it towards the Battle Puppet.
“Bang!
The Battle Puppet was hit again, but this time it didn’t even step back.
This Battle Puppet was clearly a level one Battle Puppet, something He
Yangsun couldn’t handle.
With just a shake, the Battle Puppet flung He Yangsun away.
Without the power of the Battle Armor, the combat power of an Armor Master was not particularly strong.
Moreover, He Yangsun was not even a formal Armor Master yet, so his strength was insufficient.
“Surrender, Young Master He.” Wang Zhenye looked down at the fallen He Yangsun with a smile, “Or, let Madam He, as an elder, teach a lesson to our Wang family juniors?
“In the past, Master He used to like guiding the younger generation in
cultivation..