The spectators naturally couldn't see the trick, but none of it could escape Jellol's eyes.
"Hmph, what exquisite puppet control technique. I didn't expect that person to have reached such a terrifying level."
Jellol was a martial artist, and he never spared words of praise for martial skills.
"Jellol, don't beat around the bush. What's going on? I thought the fight was decided when the two puppets were shredded by the black smoke, but~"
Rossis, after all, was a doctor, and his eyesight was far inferior to Jellol's.
Jellol said, "The Puppet Master intentionally let his opponent tear apart the puppets."
"What?" Rossis was astonished. "I've heard of puppet arts. They say that when refining puppets, the esper who controls them becomes one with the puppet in body and life. Under normal circumstances, if a puppet is destroyed, the controlling esper will also suffer some damage."
Jellol shook his head. "No, that Puppet Master's puppets are not that simple, because they are Sand Puppets!"
"Sand Puppets?"
"That's right. Sand Puppets can be considered extremely monstrous existences among puppets, because the difficulty of controlling every grain of sand that forms the puppet is absolutely beyond imagination."
Jellol rarely showed a hint of relief and admiration, but Rossis's face turned pale. "No, it's impossible for anyone to control such dense sand with threads. This is too contrary to common sense."
"Common sense? That only applies to ordinary people. Monsters are never bound by common sense." Jellol changed the subject and said, "You saw the Puppet Master vomit blood just now, didn't you? Hmph, this kid deliberately bit his tongue to deceive his opponent, to make that masked man lower his guard and fall into the trap he orchestrated. It can be said that when the masked man confidently walked into the trap, the outcome was already decided."
However, just as Jellol finished speaking, an even stranger scene occurred!
The masked man suddenly froze. With a flash of white light, his hand didn't move at all, yet his katana drew an electric arc in mid-air. In an instant, the Puppet Master was on his knees, clutching his chest!
"What's going on!"
"The masked man drew his sword!"
"But he was completely restrained, how could he draw his sword?"
This sudden turn of events shocked the spectators. They had all thought the fight was decided, and even the Three Kings, Jellol, had thought so, but~
The masked man twisted his neck, as if he had regained control of his body. He laughed wildly and flicked his hand. The drawn katana returned to its scabbard with his movement.
"Nen-to-ken? This is a rare mental summoning technique among ninjutsu!"
The Puppet Master's face turned pale. He had heard of this technique, but he hadn't expected his opponent to be able to perform it!
"It seems your preparation was not thorough enough, but you are not bad, managing to injure me and even making me draw my katana. Therefore, I will offer you my highest respect!"
The masked man suddenly took a half-step forward with his left foot, his blade completely hidden behind him. His body's center of gravity was pressed extremely low, his left thumb resting on the tsuba, and his right hand gripping the hilt tightly!
This posture was a crucial technique in Japanese swordsmanship, known as Iaido, a sword art capable of killing an opponent in an instant!
Although the masked man had only assumed this stance, the spectators were already pale with fear.
"Jellol, should we stop that man!"
"It's too late~"
As soon as Jellol finished speaking, he saw the masked man's body seem to disappear from his original spot. The sound of the drawn sword was like the light impact of cicada wings on the air, cutting out a strange whistling sound, and as soon as the whistling sound ended, the Puppet Master's entire body seemed to have his life instantly claimed by death, his fierce and ruthless eyes instantly turning dull and lifeless!
This anomaly caused everyone present to gasp in fear. The sword energy passed through, stirring up dust and wind, and before its momentum subsided, it struck the Puppet Master off the stage like a wall of air!
Ren Yuanhao stared blankly at the scene before him, looking at the almost shockingly gaping wound on the Puppet Master's chest. However, before he died, the man desperately reached into his chest, trying to do something.
No one understood. A hint of sympathy for the weak flashed across their faces, while the thunderous cheers and shouts rose and fell.
Ren Yuanhao quickly stepped forward and then reached into the masked man's chest.
Blood flowed within his inner shirt, and Ren Yuanhao could smell the腥气. However, he felt no fear at this moment.
He knew what this man wanted to do. He didn't want his filthy blood to stain the pocket watch containing his sister's photo, which was why he had to muster all his strength to reach for his chest in his dying moments.
Soon, Ren Yuanhao felt the pocket watch, and then opened it in front of the Puppet Master's eyes.
"Sis...sister~"
Although the Puppet Master's eyes showed an irrecoverable dullness, they also revealed an unprecedented sense of relief, even a gentleness completely contrary to his personality.
"Hey, I think this is the look you should have had."
Ren Yuanhao's tone held no anger. He knew that for a beast that was sinking into madness and slaughter, the best method and the best outcome was death.
Sometimes, wasn't death also a form of release?
"I... my sister... if possible... please..."
This was the Puppet Master's last word. His blood-stained hands finally drooped powerlessly. For some reason, the moment the man resolutely stepped onto the stage, Ren Yuanhao had already anticipated this outcome.
But wasn't this just a contest of strength? Not a cruel slaughter!
A voice in Ren Yuanhao's heart roared at him: Awaken!
He gritted his teeth and covered the Puppet Master's eyes. To a man who was both extremely ferocious and extremely gentle, dying with eyes open was definitely a punishment. He didn't believe in superstition, but he believed in the afterlife.
In the next life, he hoped this pair of siblings would be born amidst green mountains and clear waters, surrounded by mists and clouds, accompanied by flowers and trees. They would live in a thatched hut, far from conflict, and free from hatred.
Ren Yuanhao carefully put the precious pocket watch of the Puppet Master into his pocket and said faintly, "I promise you."
Then, with the cheers of the whole world, he walked onto the stage that everyone thought he wouldn't dare to approach, and issued a challenge to the monster opposite him!
"Trash, can't you read the situation? Or do you also want to come up and die like him?"