Sasori Puppet Mastery Novels & Stories

With his hands straightened, the opponent waited for Sasaki. The opponent tried to see Sasaki's footwork. His legs never stayed in the same spot. There was no use. Sasaki couldn't stand still. The opponent moved a step forward. He lunged. Sasaki rolled. The opponent lifted his sword high in the air. Sasaki cut. The opponent moved to right. The sword went through his chainmail shirt and landed in to the shoulder. Blood gushed through the large chainmail rings. The opponent started to move back. With confidence, Sasaki moved forward. He moved to the sword to his left hand. With his right hand, he casted a fireball. The opponent swiftly casted a water stream.

"It's just...really scary..” Silas nodded slowly, his expression one of profound understanding, as if he were peering into the depths of her soul. He noticed the subtle shift in her posture, the way her shoulders tensed just a fraction, signs of old wounds resurfacing. As a true Master, he knew fear wasn't to be dismissed but gently dismantled.

said one of the great demon generals who saw for himself that the puppet's strength was truly equal to his own, and he was also surprised that the puppet fighting him could use various martial arts techniques perfectly. Although the puppets could not kill him, they were still quite troublesome because they felt no pain and were difficult to kill since the core of the puppet's mechanism was hidden inside the puppet's body and its location was difficult to determine. This was because a puppet master would never place the core of the puppet in a place that could be easily found by others, and they would hide it even when selling it to someone else. The old ancestor who saw the dolls was able to

A War Puppet, the dream of every warlock, naturally possessed unique qualities. How fierce! Mister Xeno panicked, shouting, "Let the Sacred Scorpion engage the enemy. Everyone else, retreat quickly!" The strength of the War Puppet was no joke. Anyone below the level of Lord of War was mere cannon fodder. Without absolute strength superiority, engaging meant certain death. Hiss! Seizing a slow runner, the War Puppet effortlessly tore them apart with a single motion. Even a master at the level of Martial Overlord was no match. "Hmph, I want to see how strong you really are!" Mister Xeno's fighting spirit surged as a fiery red snake coiled around his shoulder, eager for action. Seizing the oppo

Relief washed through me as I shook my head. "No. What we believe about demons are wrong. They are called Daemons and they do not have the power to take souls," I explained. "They need a spell from a Sorceress to do that. But a Sorceress needs the amplifying power of a Daemon to take souls on such a mass scale. So, they used this symbiotic relationship to bring on this huge curse. Disguised as a sickness, it caused people to turn into a zombie like creature. Once that was done, they twisted the hunger into a soul feeding machine. Now they won't stop until all the souls are gone." I turned to Cynthia feeling the pain that she must be feeling knowing what had happened to her children.

He was watching around him human beings thrown around him nothing more than rag dolls, in some corner like a floor cloth and in the alleys and streets around him, in which it was for the ultimate trick everything looked like nothing more than human puppets no ropes and falling around and some walking around like zombies. .And soon he had his legs spread high, their bodies in motion without any preparation, he entered him at once met by frantic and constant beatings, by shrill and choking screams and frantic and ferocious movements, they were ferocious and animalistic, screams, wails and roars, kisses, lips mouths being plundered, full-lipped kiss, in which your fingernails scratching your Su

Only Grandmaster Cairo could discipline, direct, or correct sarong now. “Sarong. Put your weapon away.” Grandmaster Cairo wiped the blood off his lips and gently pushed Sarong’s weapon down. His eyes were fixed on the image of the Supreme. The young Supreme stood carelessly. His stance was described as unconventional at best, and there were so many holes to exploit; but when Grandmaster Cairo struck, all those holes disappeared. Those openings that he had hoped to exploit had been closed off immediately as though they were never there in the first place. It was like he was faced with a massive rock, one that had no obvious fenestrations or zones of weakness. Even though Mane still stood in s

Ogden had been caught in a predicament before he chose to turn his disciple’s corpse into a cursed doll. He did not know how to make puppets, or he would not have to resort to this. “You know how to make puppets?” Kayson nodded. “Not the best, but it shouldn’t be a problem to just make a puppet that’s the peak grandmaster level. “Of course, it’ll need a lot of high-quality materials, or it’ll be too fragile. Even if its attacking power is decent, its defense won’t be adequate.”

(Sasu) Sasu who is muttering his irritation towards the already immobile and broken spirit, Second in command of the Assassin group. Despite the injured and bloodied right shoulder of the assassin, Sasu just roughly manhandled him and hand cuff his hands. “You..You!…You beast!..animal!……I would never be captured by you all!…..”.(Senior Disciple John)

That thing must have been a puppet, as he could not feel any signs of life from it earlier. But it was not a Corpse Puppet. A Corpse Puppet was the most ominous puppet of all and it did not have a mind of its own. The Corpse Refinery Sect was the best at refining them. However, that puppet seemed to have a certain extent of its own mind and was way more powerful than a Corpse Puppet from the Corpse Refinery Sect. But he really could not piece it together who the ice-sealed man was. A being with 12 puppets that were in such defiance of the natural order would have been unchallengeable in the human realm.