At the very instant he touched the puppet, Xu Yang sensed the spiritual patterns on its body suddenly intertwine, generating a defense even greater than the force of his charge, dispersing his power almost entirely.
As for the puppet, although it was knocked flying, it remained completely unharmed.
Immediately, the puppet moved to stand aside, as if declaring, "You have passed."
"Remarkable, to be able to refine a puppet to this level, and those spiritual patterns on its body… It must be when the puppet senses its opponent's force outstripping its defense, it erupts with an equal measure of defensive power."
Xu Yang was full of admiration.
This way, the puppet would never be damaged.
Though it sounds simple, to actually refine a puppet to this extent is anything but easy.
Xu Yang lingered, gazing at the puppet with keen interest a moment longer before moving onward.
As he drew near, he paused briefly.
