Indeed, Mo Jing's peerless, fierce sword beam slashed down squarely upon the Humanoid Puppet.
Yet amidst a flurry of crisp ringing sounds and flying sparks, the strike merely carved a tiny, inch-wide nick into the puppet's body.
The moment the sword light passed, however, that gash healed instantly, and even the severed fabric of its garments was restored to absolute perfection.
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