To people like Park Jae-sung, the Second World was merely a tool for toying with others. But in Lu Yang's eyes, this game was everything to him, the most sacred thing in his heart. Anyone who defiled that sacred place in his heart would be taught a lesson by his own hand.
Park Jae-sung looked at Lu Yang in surprise, then suddenly burst into loud laughter, even doubling over as he pointed at Lu Yang with a mouthful of gleaming white teeth. "You nearly scared me there. You made yourself sound like some kind of saint."
Pointing at the ground with his left hand, Park Jae-sung said mockingly, "This is just a game. I play it, and since I'm strong, I get to play with other people. What can you possibly do to me?"
Twelve flashes of light flickered around Park Jae-sung, and twelve puppets appeared: Misery Lady, Double-Fan Bride, Firearm Soldier, Pipa Singer, Scythe Assassin, and others.
"Twelve puppets," Park Jae-sung said arrogantly. "I'll let you in on something. Four for physical attacks, four for magical attacks, and four to defend around me. Lu Yang, I'll let you taste how I defeat you with my feet."
The entire crowd cried out in alarm!
Previously, they had only seen Park Jae-sung use at most eight puppets in battle. Now there were four more. Even with only eight, top-tier experts had already been unable to defeat him. Park Jae-sung had previously taken down at least twenty experts from the top ten thousand rankings of the last martial arts tournament, including one ranked seventh. With four more now, the players could not help worrying about Lu Yang.
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The Korean guest said smugly, "So far, the only thing capable of countering players with avatars is a puppet expert. Puppets are