Chapter 46 Finally Victory

A rather funny scene occurred.

The puppet held a sword in its right hand and kept slashing towards me. However, the dagger was too short and could not be reached. It kept spinning in a hurry.

I was miserable, holding the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, for fear of losing my grip and losing the sword. Following the direction of its rotation, my legs kept taking a series of small steps.

One person and one monster were spinning in place, and their movements were incredibly coordinated, as if partners who had been working together for many years on the skating rink were performing a 7,200-degree slalom.

After only a dozen turns, I felt a little unbearable. I felt that the food I had eaten before was now accumulating in my throat, and was rushing out with the continuous centrifugal force.

I could only hold my tongue tightly to prevent these things from coming out, otherwise there would be a horrific scene of vomit scattered like fireworks.

Although I tried my best to suppress it, the power of my tongue is limited.

Now I don't have time to look in the mirror. If I were allowed, I think my face must be blue.

Feeling that the thing in my throat could no longer be suppressed, I raised my feet suddenly, stepped on the puppet's legs, held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and exerted a sudden force

Boom!

There was a crisp sound, and I flew out like a thrown hammer.

After rolling and tumbling for more than ten meters, the momentum finally disappeared.

I climbed up from the ground covered in dirt. I felt like my whole body was falling apart. Everywhere was hurting. Moreover, because I had been turning around for too long, my steps were light and I was unsteady on my feet.

At this moment, he was staggering around like a drunken martial artist.

However, the puppet did not have this weakness. After stopping, it rushed towards me with a dagger in hand.

Standing still less than one meter away from me, the black helmet seemed to have eyes, looking at me who was staggering, and then slowly raised the dagger, preparing to give me a fatal blow when I was dizzy.

My arm dropped suddenly, and the dagger slashed at my neck at an extremely fast speed.

At this critical moment, I could no longer bear the protest of the vomit in my throat. I turned around, bent my waist, opened my mouth, and with a sound, vomited all over the floor.

It was just this turn that, by accident, avoided the sharp edge of the dagger.

The instant vomiting made me feel refreshed. I wiped my mouth, looked coldly at the puppet that missed the sneak attack, snorted, and my style suddenly became hard: "It's just you, you still want to Attack me sneakily, laugh!"

I held my butt, as if it was burned by fire, jumped forward suddenly, stretched out my hand and saw a trace of blood stuck to it.

I never expected that this guy would turn around and poke me in the butt!

Fortunately it's not a chrysanthemum, otherwise my moral integrity would be at stake!

Damn monster, how dare you attack me!

Because of the pain and discomfort in my butt, I temporarily lost my ability to fight. I covered my butt and jumped all over the hall, while the puppet chased me all over the hall. This scene was like a gay friend who loves assholes, chasing after the little fresh meat crazily.

I panted and jumped for a long time. I don't know whether it was because of excessive bleeding that I lost consciousness, or because my buttocks were numb because of jumping for too long. Anyway, the wound on my buttocks no longer hurt.

He turned around and glared at the menacing puppet, his eyes filled with blazing anger.

It has to be said that anger is a good catalyst.

In anger, I launched a fierce attack. The puppet I hit was only able to parry, but had no room to maneuver.

Once again gaining the upper hand, I started roaming tactics again.

I specially picked its joints and chopped it. If it couldn't be cut with one sword, I would add another sword. Even if it was as hard as steel, it couldn't withstand my endless grinding.

After all the hard work, I finally heard the exciting sound of metal breaking. I ground the joints of its left arm to create fracture marks. Under the action of its heavy body twisting and beating, the fracture continued to expand, and the entire forearm collapsed. In this way, most of it cracked open, like an iron chimney broken by the wind, hanging on its elbow, swinging back and forth with its body.

There is a door!

I was overjoyed and sped up my pace even more. This time, the location of the attack was changed to its right arm holding the sword.

There was another violent clanking sound, and the joints of its right arm finally showed signs of loosening, and the cutting path would deviate from time to time. Sometimes I would hide to the side, and the direction of the sword edge might change. It shifted according to the movement of my loose arm, and it moved smoothly against my chest, leaving a shallow scar on my flat chest.

These accidental deviations from time to time made me miserable, and the most effective way was to remove its right arm as soon as possible.

Enduring the torture of one or two shallow wounds from time to time, the knight's sword in his hand once again chopped the iron nails at the joints of the puppet's right arm.

God paid off. When I chopped off the legs and hands, I also chopped off the last iron nail on the puppet's right arm. As the heavy body swayed, the empty right forearm creaked. Slided down.

At this point, I have disabled a pair of arms of the puppet.

Next is its legs.

I used the same method to remove the joints from his thick legs.

Eventually, the puppet lost its limbs and turned into a human stick.

I was so tired that I sat down on the ground, panting and wiping my sweat, and said: "Huh, I'm really exhausted, baby. If I hadn't cut your weak side, I really don't know what the result would have been!"

He knocked the puppet's breastplate, which was lying motionless on the side, with his sword, and sighed: "It's made of cast iron, no wonder it's so hard."

Then he said to himself: "I don't know what will drop if I kill it. If it doesn't drop anything, it would be a bit of a loss..."

Suddenly, my eyes caught sight of the puppet stumps lying on the ground, and an idea came to my mind.

He quickly stood up, gathered together the remaining puppet limbs on the ground, picked up the right forearm holding the sword, stretched out his right hand to see if he could reach it in.

I held my breath and stretched it in inch by inch, raising my vigilance to the highest level. If anything suspicious happened, I would pull out my hand immediately and throw away this thing.

However, the reality seems to be different from what I thought. The chopped off puppet stumps are empty and do not contain any hidden weapons.

After joining my fingers together, I tried to open my palm. Except for a slight creaking sound between the knuckles, there was no obstruction.

I tried clenching my fist again, but it was no problem either.

I was overjoyed, and without hesitation, I put the forelimb of my left hand on it as well. In this way, both hands were protected. Even if I lost my weapon for a moment, I still had the confidence to catch the sword with my bare hands.

Think about it, after being in the dungeon for so long, I don’t even have a decent set of armor except for a worn-out cowhide jacket, cowhide trousers, and cowhide boots.

A sense of sadness came over me.

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