Chapter 1689 - 1689: Han Muye’s Battle Puppet Manufacturing Workshop
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Is Han Yangsun applying for certification as a level three Armor Master?
The three judges on the platform looked at each other in surprise.
Does this Han Yangsun truly possess such talent?
“To become a level three Armor Master, one must not only demonstrate mastery in controlling techniques but also exhibit the eruptive power during the process of controlling the battle puppet, as well as the assessment of defense and attack methods. A judge furrowed his brows, speaking softly while looking at Han Yangsun.
“Just being proficient in controlling the battle puppet doesn’t qualify one as a level three Armor Master.’
Previously, Han Yangsun’s manipulation of the battle puppet was very skillful, and his movements were fluid.
The quality of the battle armor was also good, perhaps even reaching level three.
So, they assessed Han Yangsun’s armor proficiency as level two.
But controlling a level three battle puppet doesn’t necessarily make one a level three Armor Master.
A level five Armor Master controlling a level three battle puppet remains a level five Armor Master. Conversely, a level one Armor Master controlling a
level three battle puppet doesn’t mean he is a level three Armor Master.
One must have corresponding strength.
“This Han Yangsun seems a bit arrogant,” someone murmured from the audience.
Indeed, going directly from an apprentice to level two was already rare. There hadn’t been anyone in the Pagoda City going straight to level three for hundreds of years.
“I’m curious, if this person truly advances to level three directly, will Zhao Mingzheng still dare to challenge him?” Someone in the audience wore a strange smile, his gaze falling on Zhao Mingzheng.
This remark caused laughter among the crowd.
At this moment, Zhao Mingzheng was truly at a loss.
“I’m applying for the level three Armor Master trial,” Han Yangsun spoke again.
The expressions of the three judges turned solemn as they nodded.
“Irrelevant persons, leave the trial ground. The level three trial of Armor Master Han Yangsun begins.” The voice of the elderly man sitting in the middle resonated.
With his voice, a light screen enveloped the stage, simultaneously pushing Zhao Mingzheng off the platform.
Within the light screen, Han Yangsun was covered in armor, holding a long saber in his hand. His figure moved.
It was fast.
It was more than twice as fast as the previous level two Armor Master trial.
The gleam of the sword and the figure of the Battle Puppet intersected, leaving behind traces of afterimages.
“So fast!” someone exclaimed.
Seeing this rapid movement and swordplay, those level two Armor Masters who had been eager to try before turned pale.
If they were to face such an Armor Master directly, they feared they wouldn’t even be able to retaliate.
“This swordsmanship is formidable…” a middle-aged man wearing a level three Armor Master badge on his chest murmured, his expression focused.
Beside him, two other level three Armor Masters nodded slightly.
He Yangsun’s swordsmanship was formidable in the eyes of these level three Armor Masters.
Han Yangsun on the platform ignored how others perceived him. At this moment of trial, his blood boiled with excitement.
Unconsciously, he already possessed the strength of a level three Armor Master.
No, even more!
With a low shout, the long saber in his hand slashing down mightily, striking the light screen ahead.
“Boom—”
The light screen instantly turned from pale yellow to blood-red before shattering with a loud boom.
The level three trial defense shattered with a single blow. This blow surpassed the strength of a level three Armor Master!
With the long saber in hand, Han Yangsun remained calm, saying loudly, “l apply to continue the trial.”
Before passing the third level of certification, he directly applied for level four Armor Master!
In the audience, the commotion and discussions quieted down.
Everyone turned to look at the three judges.
This time, were they really going to witness history?
“Advancing straight to level four…” one judge stood up, looking at Han Yangsun, “l deem your level three trial passed. For the level four trial, you need to enter the trial hall, activate the array illusion, and we won’t be needed to judge.
“You just need to pay 3,000 origin coins and head straight to the trial hall.” The other two also stood up and nodded.
Logically speaking, a fourth-level trial should only be a fifth-level trial.
The strongest person in Pagoda City was a level-five. They all had high statuses and did not have time to come here to waste.
So, for the level four trial in the city, arrays were used instead.
He Yangsun cupped his hands and jumped off the platform, heading towards the trial hall.
Everyone made way for him and watched him leave.
It wasn’t until his figure entered the trial hall and the door closed that the square erupted in noise.
“Wow, going directly for the level four trial. If he succeeds, won’t Han Yangsun establish himself as the top elite successor of the Pagoda City?”
“Advancing straight to level four, he will definitely be noticed by those powerful Armor Masters who might take him as their disciple.”
“Not just powerful Armor Masters, even those Armor Master academies might come to recruit him as a student!”
Upon hearing about academies, many people looked puzzled.
Someone explained in a low voice that in those big cities, there are super-large Armor Master academies that can teach tens of thousands of disciples at once, and among them are countless strong individuals. At least they are all sage-level Armor Masters.
Such academies not only have powerful individuals but also abundant resources and connections.
The disciples of the academies are spread throughout the world, many of the world’s strong individuals have backgrounds in these academies.
If one can enter an academy for training, in the future, even a small city like Pagoda City would seem insignificant.
“No wonder this person has been refusing to authenticate as a proper Armor Master. It turns out he has such ambitions!” Someone exclaimed in shock, then looked at the pale-faced Zhao Mingzheng.
At this moment, Zhao Mingzheng was almost in tears.
Men don’t cry easily. It’s just not yet a heart-wrenching situation…
Who wouldn’t feel extremely regretful in such a situation where it’s obvious they’re going to be embarrassed?
If given another chance, he would definitely choose not to step forward.
The door of the trial hall remained tightly closed.
Outside the hall, the crowd grew larger and larger.
Two hours later, the door slowly opened, and He Yangsun, neatly dressed, walked out.
He opened his hand. In his palm, a bright silver badge glittered..
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