The Puppet Boss made of Swordwood was pushed back, but it didn't pause at all. Its long sword danced in its hands, and its body became light and graceful, its flexibility even exceeding that of Song Jian by a noticeable margin.
Song Jian squinted his eyes. How was it that this wooden puppet was giving off the feel of a living person's sword dance?
He looked closer and saw that every movement of the Swordwood Puppet Boss comprised thousands of wooden components. It seemed that the body of the puppet was made not of cold wood but was akin to the musculature and skeletal system of a living being.
The long swords in their hands collided continuously. Their figures lunged at each other like lightning, clashing many times in an instant.
The defense of the Swordwood Puppet Boss was formidable, but under Song Jian's incisive attacks, every hit left a scar over an inch deep.