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Halfway up the mountain.

There was an open area, about the size of a soccer field.

The group of Miaojiang men who were leading the charge tonight stopped when they reached the open area. The man at the head of the group opened a brocade bag and handed out a pill to each person. After consumption, it could temporarily provide immunity to the Corpse Driver Clan's corpse poison.

"Everyone be careful tonight, the Corpse Driver Clan will most likely send puppets to join the battle!"

After reminding everyone, the leader slung his curved blade over his shoulder, and stared intently at the flickering firelight moving up the mountainside.

"Roar...."

Suddenly, an alarming strange cry rang out.

A figure shrouded in a black robe descended from the sky like an eagle and landed in the midst of the crowd.

"Watch out, it's a puppet!"

Someone shouted at the top of their lungs.

"Aaah...."

"Damn it, the Corpse Driver Clan is too despicable, they actually ambushed us with puppets here!"

As soon as the fighting puppet appeared, several Miaojiang men screamed and fell down almost instantly, the remaining men cursed loudly, enraged.

"You guys take on the Corpse Driver Clan, I'll deal with this fighting puppet!"

Qin Yu had already fought a combat puppet back in Tiger Leaping Gorge and knew that these monsters were as hard as iron all over, and with their incredible speed, ordinary people were no match for them.

"No, we go together!"

The Miaojiang men were quite loyal. They rushed at the puppet, brandishing their curved blades.

"Roar...."

The puppet let out another ominous roar, grabbed a Miaojiang man's wrist, and threw him casually. The Miaojiang man, weighing over a hundred kilos, was sent flying, crashing into a large number of his comrades.

"Clang...."

"Slash..."

At that moment, Qin Yu reached the puppet. His curved blade traced a crescent shape and slashed at the puppet's chest.

However, the blade only managed to tear the puppet's clothes, exposing its shriveled chest without even scratching the skin.

Damn, the Corpse Driver Clan really had some tricks up their sleeve, managing to refine a corpse into a fighting puppet that was impervious to swords and spears.

"Roar...."

"Whoosh...."

With a ghastly roar, the puppet had five fingers with long nails, which served as its best weapon. It swept horizontally at Qin Yu's neck.@@novelbin@@

Qin Yu swiftly dodged, arriving behind the puppet.

Having opened his Dragon's Ridge, and breaking through to Huajin, his speed had improved by more than a little.

But one of the Miaojiang men was not as lucky as Qin Yu. He was caught by the puppet's claw across the chest, instantly leaving five bloody grooves, spewing fresh blood continuously.

"Damn it, even if it's Iron Man, the joints should be soft!"

Qin Yu muttered to himself, flipped his wrist, and the curved blade stabbed towards the puppet's knee joint.

Thud...

This time, the blade indeed penetrated a third of the way in.

But the puppet certainly didn't feel any pain, and it turned its head and slapped toward Qin Yu's head.

Qin Yu quickly stretched out his hand, ready to resist the puppet's blow, to test his combat strength.

Bang...

The puppet's palm collided with Qin Yu's.

The puppet didn't move an inch, but Qin Yu tumbled backward.

Damn, without using Seven Injuries Fist, there's still quite a gap between Huajin and Half-Step Baodan.

Qin Yu got up, shaking his numb arm, a hint of wariness in his eyes.

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Qin Yu advised the Miaojiang men.

"Alright!"

A group of Miaojiang men wielded their curved blades and began to encircle the puppet.

"Damn, who is this kid that popped up from nowhere, finding our puppet's weakness!"

An elder wearing a black robe, with a totem on his face and a large steel ring dangling from his ear, walked up with a grim expression.

Behind him followed several dozen strong men, all clad in black robes.

"It's the protector of the Corpse Driver Clan!"

A man from Miaojiang recognized the black-robed elder.

"Attack!"

The black-robed elder didn't waste words. With a wave of his hand, the men behind him charged forward.

He himself locked onto Qin Yu, and with a flick of his wide sleeves, two streams of foul black mist rolled toward Qin Yu.

"Damn, that stinks!"

Qin Yu was almost blinded by the stench, which was like that of a corpse rotting for half a month.

Luckily, he had taken a poison-resisting pill in advance. Although his head was a little dizzy, he didn't lose his combat effectiveness instantly.

When the black-robed elder reached him, Qin Yu clenched his fist and suddenly threw a hard punch toward the other's head.

As for Miao Xian'er's knife, it was still stuck in the puppet's knee crease and hadn't been pulled out.

"Hm?"

The black-robed elder was clearly surprised. He had thought Qin Yu was just an ordinary member among these Miaojiang men, but he didn't expect him to possess such terrifying combat power.

He quickly raised his arm to block, while his fingers turned into claws, reaching for Qin Yu's chest.

If this claw had found its mark, it would have certainly torn out Qin Yu's heart directly from his chest cavity.

But how could Qin Yu let him have his way? With a technique from Tai Chi, the Wrap Hand, he grabbed the black-robed elder's wrist and simultaneously kicked the latter's knee.

"Hiss..."

The black-robed elder staggered, taking a slight step back. Before he could react, Qin Yu had already charged into his arms, his fist against the elder's chest.

Short power!

The explosive force made the black-robed elder's body lighten, and he flew back a meter or two.

Gone was his initial arrogance, replaced by anger and wariness.

"Whoo..."

The black-robed elder took out a whistle from his sleeve and started playing it.

"Damn it, again?"

Qin Yu knew that once the whistle sounded, the battle puppet would focus on attacking him alone.

Dealing with the black-robed elder was manageable, but fighting a Half-Step Pill Holding puppet was going to be tough.

"Roar..."

Sure enough, upon hearing the whistle, the puppet abandoned the pursuit of other Miaojiang men and turned its head to pounce toward Qin Yu.

Meanwhile, people continuously descended from the mountain peak and others ascended from the foot of the mountain.

Those in the middle of the mountain were becoming more numerous, and the scene was getting increasingly chaotic.

Other than figuring out how to save himself, Qin Yu couldn't expect help from anyone else.

Among the crowd, a pair of gloomy eyes watched Qin Yu intently.

It was Qi Wei.

He was looking for a chance to cast a spell on Qin Yu, to make him lose his fighting ability and then be killed by the Corpse Driver Clan's puppet. That way, Miao Xian'er would be his.

Just the thought that the woman he had cherished for over a decade, alluring and precious, had been ruined by this bastard made his heart ache like it was being pierced by needles.

"Bang bang..."

Qin Yu's attention was all on the puppet; he didn't notice Qi Wei was also mixed in with the crowd.

He rolled on the spot and forcefully pulled out the curved knife stuck in the puppet's knee crease.

Armed with a weapon, he felt a lot more at ease.

"Tweet tweet..."

The black-robed elder's whistle grew shriller, and the puppet became increasingly frenzied, chasing Qin Yu as if he were a rabbit darting up and down.

He had no choice; the puppet's nails were as sharp as Wolverine's blades between the knuckles—if touched, they would utterly tear his skin and flesh.

The opportunity has arrived!

Seeing a tree as thick as a washbasin ahead of him, Qin Yu swayed his body and hid behind it.

"Pfft..."

The puppet, not a thinking being, swung its hands, wanting to give Qin Yu a loving embrace, only to hug the tree instead, while its sharp nails penetrated the trunk.

"Heh heh..."

Seizing the moment, Qin Yu darted out from behind the tree, holding the curved knife and slashing toward the black-robed elder.

If he didn't take down the elder, being chased by the puppet would indeed exhaust him to death.