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Chapter 1170: The Echo of Hugoyin
Chapter 1170: The Echo of Hugoyin
The Dashaun Delegation’s convoy soon returned to their base.
After getting out of the car, Commander Xie said to Chen Chuan, "Director Chen, you’ve fought two battles today, and I’m sure you’re quite exhausted. Rest well. I’ll handle the external impact and any follow-up matters."
Chen Chuan thanked him and parted ways with Commander Xie and the others, returning to his quarters.
He freshened up first, then walked back, picked up the Xuejun Blade, and slowly wiped it with a cloth.
He also reviewed the battle, examining his performance to identify any weaknesses.
This time, just like before, he didn’t use the Spirit Phase. One reason was that he didn’t want to give Alura more data. The other reason was that, just like in his first battle with the Dongxuan Templefighter, the speed of their movements and exchanges was too fast for the Spirit Phase to keep up.
This was quite normal, as the Spirit Phase was primarily designed to aid in cultivation, with combat being a secondary benefit. This was especially true for the Human Form.
However, it wasn’t entirely impossible to integrate the Spirit Phase into such battles. For example, the non-body flow techniques he had encountered before were a solution, but these were specifically tailored to Cui Xuanhui’s unique characteristics and weren’t suitable for others. He already had some ideas in this regard, but they weren’t yet fully developed.
So, the two main issues he needed to address were: first, mastering a technique for a one-hit kill, and second, finding a way to use the Spirit Phase effectively in high-level combat.
Perhaps these issues would be resolved at the Dongxuan Temple, but he might face a fully integrated Dongxuan Templefighter in the future. If that were the case, these matters would become even more critical.
He placed the now-shiny Xuejun Blade in front of him, the mirror-like blade reflecting his eyes clearly. A sharp weapon needed constant care to remain deadly.
At the Federation Executive Hall, in the office of the Chief of Staff, Kasian and Aolin finally received a telegram from the western shore.
Kasian took the telegram from a servant, read it for a moment, loosened his tie, and then silently handed it to Aolin. Aolin read it and his eyes widened in surprise.
"Wow, Mr. Chen has given us a surprise, or perhaps a shock?"
He sighed, "The good news is that preparing two contingency plans was a wise move. The bad news is that I put more effort into the other one."
Kasian teased him, "The western shore’s senators must be more troubled than you. I imagine they’re scrambling to quell the negative public opinion and scrutiny this battle has caused."
Aolin said, "Mr. Crossal is in the Executive Hall, right? We need to see how he reacts. Hopefully, he won’t cause us any trouble."
"Agreed."
Kasian’s expression grew serious. Fighters had various temperaments, and if overly provoked, it was hard to predict their actions, especially for a Throne Fighter. The destruction they could cause was something he didn’t want to experience.
He said, "We need to take this seriously and avoid any diplomatic incidents. At the very least, we should have a contingency plan."
Aolin sighed, "My good sir, it looks like I won’t be able to go home to my dear Mia tonight."
Kasian smiled, "You can send it to me."
"Alright, remember it likes the dog food from Anruolin Company."
In the independent affairs building of the Western Shore Party, on the west side of Aurelian Palace, Crossal stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the overcast sky, his eyes filled with a dark gloom.
Not only had he failed to defeat Chen Chuan, but he had been directly defeated, even if it was just a part of his body. Such a public defeat was something that had rarely happened before, and for a Throne Fighter, it was a significant disgrace.
His holographic screen was constantly receiving communication requests and voice messages, a situation that had persisted for the past half hour.
He raised a hand expressionlessly and tapped to block all the incoming messages.
At that moment, a knock on the door sounded, feigning calmness. "Mr. Crossal, the telegram."
"Bring it in."
The servant opened the door, glanced at his expression, and then cautiously walked in.
Seeing that Crossal was standing there without speaking, he placed the telegram on the table and began to back away, his eyes darting nervously. Perhaps due to his nervousness, he accidentally bumped into the table corner, causing the teacup to wobble and spill some of the untouched tea.
He panicked immediately and apologized, "Sir, I’m very sorry, I’ll clean it up right away."
Crossal turned his head slightly and said coldly, "Out."
"Yes, yes..." The servant, relieved, hurriedly backed out and closed the door behind him.
Crossal stood there for a moment longer before turning around with a cold expression and picking up the telegram to read it.
The telegram consisted of two parts. One was from a West Coast legislator inviting him to a meeting at the Executive Hall if it was convenient. The other was from a Throne Fighter on the East Coast, inviting him to an internal tea party. Though the words seemed casual, he could sense a heavy undertone of ridicule.
Without touching it, he flicked his wrist, and the telegram burst into ashes. He pushed the door open and walked out.
The guards in the hallway immediately saluted him. As he walked to the main hall, the passing staff and workers paused to smile and greet him. However, he could feel that, despite their usual expressions, their gazes carried a subtle hint of something more.
When he got into his car, he glanced back at the hall. A male and female staff member were excitedly chatting, occasionally glancing his way before quickly looking away.
"Sir, where to?" the driver asked.
Crossal said, "The Executive Hall."
The car started slowly, and after a moment, a notification sounded in his earwig. He answered the call, and a voice came through.
"Mr. Crossal, we will do our best to suppress this matter. There won't be much news in the West Coast newspapers and media, but we find it difficult to control the East Coast. We are doing our best to negotiate.
As for Da Shun, our influence is limited, so we can only indirectly manage the situation through friendly companies and media. We can't guarantee anything specific..."
Crossal replied coldly, "We don't need to worry about Da Shun. Just do your best to suppress the news on the East Coast."
"Understood, we will do our best", the voice hesitated, "Sir, perhaps it would be wise to avoid bringing up sharp issues at the meeting later. Of course, this is just our suggestion."
Crossal didn't respond, simply ending the call.
The driver sensed something and remained silent as they drove toward the Aurelian Palace.
At the Da Shun First Delegation, Jiang Hongzhi and the two deputy directors had already read the telegram sent by Commander Xie.
They didn't rush to act. They waited for the Federation Executive Hall to call first, then communicated with them, agreeing not to publish any news before the Federation media.
They didn't make any demands. When it was time to be firm, they were firm, and when it was time to cooperate, they cooperated. They had won this time, and as the victors, they could afford to be lenient.
Jiang Hongzhi instructed his assistant to send a congratulatory telegram to the second delegation. He then said, "Chen Director did a great job on this matter. He secured honor for us and upheld the dignity of Da Shun and its people. This gives us more leverage."
Chu Zhixian remained silent. The victor is not criticized. Before the duel, he could voice his differing opinions, but now that the matter was settled and everyone had benefited, he wouldn't say anything more.
Jiang Hongzhi said to Tu Haisheng, "The second delegation has completed most of their tasks. According to the original plan, they will join us soon. Deputy Director Tu, please make the necessary arrangements."
Tu Haisheng agreed.
Jiang Hongzhi then turned to Chu Zhixian, "Deputy Director Chu, please accompany me to the meeting this afternoon."
Chu Zhixian bowed slightly, "Of course, Director."
The day after the duel challenge in Vijiazia Central City.
Commander Xie invited Chen Chuan to his office. After they were seated, he poured a cup of tea and said, "Chen Director, the delegation's mission in the West Coast of the Federation is almost complete, better than we expected.
This success is largely due to Chen Director's cooperation. Without Chen Director, things wouldn't have gone so smoothly.
And regarding the Tawatiny people, Chen Director's display of deterrence has ensured they won't cause us trouble in the near future."
He smiled, "Many things were arranged smoothly yesterday, much smoother than usual."
Rossard's defeat, followed by Crossal's failure, dealt a significant blow to the Tawatiny immigrants and their upper echelons. After the news spread, they remained unusually quiet.
Chen Chuan understood that this was only temporary. These people would find countless excuses to rationalize their defeat. They wouldn't admit failure, as that would mean completely negating themselves. Unless Da Shun could completely dominate them as the Federation had.
But that was not his concern, and he had no interest in what they thought.
Commander Xie said, "With our mission complete, it's time to head to the East Coast."
Chen Chuan was prepared for this and asked, "When do we leave?"
Commander Xie replied, "If Chen Director has no issues, how about two days from now?"
Chen Chuan thought for a moment and said, "That works."
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(End of Chapter)
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