Chapter 150: Massacre in the Hall
Chapter 150: Massacre in the Hall
Although it was only a few hundred meters from the inn to the place where Chen Chuan and his group were staying, who knew what might happen along the way. So, Hu Xian and the others decided to drive there.
Sitting in the car, Chen Chuan noticed another vehicle following them from a distance, but he couldn't see who was inside. However, they didn't seem to be trying to hide, so they were probably also from the same group.
Hu Xian gripped the steering wheel and slowly drove forward, keeping an eye on the surroundings. "I want to tell you something," she said. "Although the Evaluation Team won't interfere with how the exam is conducted, and they can't actively provide help, things can be flexible. If there's any danger, you can also seek our assistance."
From the back seat, Chen Chuan asked, "Does that mean we're giving up on the exam?"
"That's right, but you have to weigh the importance of your life against other considerations."
Chen Chuan nodded and said, "Thank you, Sister Hu."
Hu Xian said, "Sure, Brother Chen. Since you've called me, if there's any danger, I'll definitely back you up. This time, I've arranged for Lao Wan to accompany you. As the buyer, it's not good to go alone, and those guys from Fist Lion look down on people. They might not take you seriously."
"Okay," Chen Chuan replied.
He picked up his water bottle, took a sip, and Hu Xian noticed that he had been drinking water continuously since getting into the car. Thinking he was nervous, she found it amusing and said, "Brother Chen, if you're going to negotiate, don't drink so much water."
Chen Chuan didn't respond but continued to take a few more sips.
The car stopped about fifty meters away from where Fist Lion and the others were staying. Hu Xian said, "We're here. It's not good to go any further. Hey, do you want me to accompany you inside?"
"No need, thank you, Sister Hu," Chen Chuan replied.
He opened the door, got out of the car, and after greeting Hu Xian, he slung the Snow Empress Blade on his back and walked into the four-story building ahead. Lao Wan also got out of the car, nodded at Hu Xian, and silently followed.
Hu Xian watched as their figures walked towards the building. At this moment, she glanced at the water bottle left on the back seat, which seemed to have no weight, indicating it was empty.
She was a bit surprised and secretly smirked. After drinking so much water, wouldn't he be afraid... No, she furrowed her brows, as if realizing something. Looking ahead, she wondered if Brother Chen... was planning something?
At this moment, Chen Chuan had already reached the door. This time, he only carried his Martial Spear Gun and the openly displayed Snow Empress Blade.
The two guards at the door glanced at him and made way, saying, "Please, Mr. Chen."
They didn't ask him to disarm, as this was a chaotic region, even on the outskirts. If they didn't allow visitors to carry weapons when conducting business on their turf, it would be like asking for trouble. No one would agree to that.
Bee Woman Ran Xiaoli approached them, wearing a red slit dress and bright lipstick. As the only woman present, she was in charge of welcoming the guests, giving the buyer some face and not appearing too aggressive.
After seeing Chen Chuan, she used her painted nails to touch her lips and gave him a coquettish look. "Mr. Chen, this way," she said.
Chen Chuan followed her into the building, which was quite large. The first floor had been set up as a reception hall, with several large sofas arranged around a central space beneath a chandelier. The space seemed designed for later demonstrations.
He saw a tall, dark-skinned man with a big braid sitting on the sofa opposite him, with four guards on each side. Bee Woman Ran Xiaoli walked directly to his side and whispered a few words before facing them. This burly man was probably Fist Lion.
Chen Chuan could feel that the man's breathing rhythm was very rhythmic, indicating that he had indeed trained in combat and was quite skilled. Furthermore, his muscles were tensed, ready to burst into action at any moment. The weight of his body pressed the sofa downward, giving a sense of his substantial build.
There was no visible bio-armor on his exposed muscles, but the hardness beneath the skin suggested it was embedded under the skin. This technology was far more advanced than the bio-armor used by Scarface and Fang Da's gang.
At this moment, Lao Wan, who was behind Chen Chuan, became alert. His hand rested on his gun, ready to draw at any moment. Although Fist Lion appeared calm and relaxed, there was a hint of madness in his eyes, giving off a sense of impending violence.
Upon seeing Chen Chuan and Lao Wan enter, Fist Lion sized up Chen Chuan with a few glances and smiled, saying, "You must be the buyer introduced by Fox Immortal? What's your name?"
Chen Chuan casually scanned the surroundings before replying, "My surname is Chen."
"Mr. Chen, it's a pleasure to meet you. Please have a seat," Fist Lion said politely, but he didn't stand up.
He didn't underestimate Chen Chuan because of his youth. Young people who could offer a large sum of money often had powerful backers. For instance, Fist Lion's current situation was due to provoking such a young man.
However, if Fist Lion didn't show strength, it would make the other party think he was eager to sell, which would affect the negotiation. Moreover, there wasn't just one buyer today, and the other party had taken the initiative to come to them. There was no need to lower his stance.
At this moment, two guards moved to the back of Chen Chuan and Lao Wan, while the others dispersed to their left and right. Each person held a gun, ready to fire at any moment.
Chen Chuan glanced at the corner of the wall again. The fourth figure, Tuo Qi, was standing there with his back to the wall, as if two people were leaning against each other. One held a pair of knives, while the other held a gun, and their dangerous gaze swept over everyone in the room.
Following the Fist Lion's hand gesture, Chen Chuan approached a sofa slightly to the left of the man, handed the Snow Empress Blade to Old Wan, and sat down on it. He then looked at the empty sofa opposite him and asked, "What's going on? Are there other guests today?"
Fist Lion spread his hands and said, "It's quite unfortunate. When you asked me about buying goods, I was also negotiating with another buyer. In business, we should respect the order of arrival, right? But we also have to give Fox Immortal some face, so we invited Mr. Chen here."
"It's my fault," Bee Woman said in a soft, coquettish voice, "I've been rushing to complete the boss's task these past few days, hoping to sell the goods as soon as possible. If I had known there would be a buyer like Mr. Chen, why would we go so far when there's a closer option?"
Leaning back against the sofa cushion, Chen Chuan said, "Let's not waste time with unnecessary chit-chat. Since Fist Lion knows why I'm here, can I take a look at the goods first?"
Fist Lion smiled and said, "That doesn't seem quite right, does it? How about we wait for everyone to arrive before taking a look? That would be fairer to both of you, and in the underworld, I also value integrity."
Chen Chuan didn't speak, but Old Wan spoke up from the side, "How much longer do we have to wait? Mr. Chen's time is precious, and he doesn't have the leisure to waste here."
Fist Lion glanced at Bee Woman and said, "Go and see why they're not here yet." The time he had set was precisely now, and while Chen Chuan had arrived, the other party had not, which made him a little unhappy, feeling like they were intentionally keeping him waiting.
Bee Woman left the room.
Fist Lion looked around at the people nearby and shouted, "Don't you have any eyes? Serve Mr. Chen some tea."
"No need," said Chen Chuan, "I only drink the tea I brought with me." He waved to Old Wan, and when the latter bent down, he instructed, "Go and get my tea leaves."
Old Wan gave him a deep look, placed the Snow Empress Blade on the back of the sofa, nodded slightly, and then turned and left.
Fist Lion merely smiled at his behavior; rich kids were all like that. However, he could tolerate it as long as he got what he wanted. Besides, he was just being polite, and where would he find good tea here anyway?
Bee Woman soon returned and whispered something to Fist Lion, then smiled at Chen Chuan and said, "Mr. Chen, the other guest is on their way here and will arrive in about five minutes. Please wait a little longer."
Chen Chuan nodded and said, "Five minutes is enough."
"Enough for what? What do you mean, Mr. Chen?" Bee Woman maintained her smile, but she felt a little confused.
Fist Lion instinctively sensed something amiss, but he couldn't pinpoint the problem. Unconsciously, he straightened his body a little.
As Chen Chuan finished speaking, he calmly raised his hand, gripped the handle of the Snow Empress Blade behind him, leaned forward, and with a swift leap, drew the blade from its sheath. He slashed towards Fist Lion, who was five meters away!
At this moment, time seemed to slow down in Chen Chuan's eyes. His powerful mutated heart pumped vigorously, sending oxygen-rich and energy-infused blood to every part of his body.
Under his will, layer upon layer of mutated tissue in every tiny corner was fully mobilized, eventually merging into an incredibly powerful force.
This force was transmitted to the Snow Empress Blade, causing it to vibrate. A curved, moon-like, dazzling blade light suddenly illuminated the hall, forcibly penetrating the minds of everyone present!
Fist Lion's pupils dilated, and his nostrils flared. At this moment, his thoughts raced as he tried to move his body to dodge and block the attack. However, his body felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, and he couldn't move as quickly as he wanted. He could only watch helplessly as the graceful blade light drew closer and closer, until it finally descended upon him.
The sharp front end of the blade sliced through his upper head, along his face, neck, torso, and other parts of his body, as if cutting through a thin layer of paper. Finally, the blade tip came to a stop just one finger's width above the ground.
Chen Chuan maintained his slashing posture, stepping forward with one foot and placing his other hand behind him. He held the blade, which was almost level with the ground, and stared intently ahead.
Fist Lion sat stiffly, appearing unharmed. He still held the blocking posture, but then his face and body split open, revealing a straight, bright red vertical line. Blood seeped out, and his body, cut in half, slowly slid apart.
As the two halves separated, one could see that the internal organs and various implanted tissues were divided in a perfectly equal manner, like a cross-section specimen in a glass cabinet. The tissues, mixed with blood and an unknown liquid, flowed down. His facial expression remained frozen at that moment, giving the illusion that he was still alive, creating a sense of misperception.
Fist Lion's formidable implanted body, which could withstand bullets, his glands that could corrode flesh, and his intimidating martial prowess all failed to play any role in this process.
Because, in that instant, Chen Chuan's speed exceeded Fist Lion's reaction limit. Although it seemed like only a thin line separated life and death, that line was the difference between life and death!
"He killed the boss!"
The numerous underlings finally came to their senses and, amidst a chorus of furious roars, they angrily raised their guns, preparing to shoot at Chen Chuan.
Chen Chuan's focus was intense, his gaze unusually calm. As his second self merged, the movements of those around him seemed to slow down. He crouched slightly.
As he did so, the bricks beneath his feet slowly cracked, and wisps of white vapor rose from his body, carrying away the immense heat and moisture from his body.
With a twist of his wrist, he turned the blade outward, and with a powerful kick, his strength erupted. As the ground beneath him shattered, he spun and slashed, the six-foot-long blade, combined with his arm span, nearly covering the entire side, instantly bisecting the four henchmen closest to him. Their severed limbs rained down on the ground.
Suddenly, a noise came from behind him. Tuo Qi, in the corner, was kicking with all four legs, brandishing a knife and charging towards Chen Chuan. But to Chen Chuan, the attack was painfully slow. He simply stepped forward, following his inertia, dodging not only the bullets from the other side but also the knife slash.
In his peripheral vision, he spotted Bee Woman running towards the window, seemingly trying to escape. However, he noticed a cloth-covered object there and immediately understood her intentions—she was going to release the biological combat weapon!
Chen Chuan spun around, brushing past Tuo Qi. As one body slashed at him with a knife, the other drew a pistol and aimed at his head. But Chen Chuan was too fast; in the blink of an eye, he was past them, and the bullets fired only hit the opposite wall.
Both heads felt dizzy as they flew through the air, their eyes meeting in shock. But in that fleeting moment, they were slashed by the Snow Lady Sword and sent flying!
As Chen Chuan charged towards Bee Woman, a figure suddenly emerged from the seemingly empty wall beside him, charging from the side with two short knives aimed at his ribs.
Chen Chuan didn't seem surprised; he didn't even dodge, and his speed didn't lessen. Instead, the mutated tissue within his body began to pulsate.
The next moment, the two collided, and with a series of cracking sounds, the man was sent flying, smashing into the wall he had come from. With a wet splatter, his shattered flesh stuck to the wall.
Just then, Bee Woman's fingers touched the box covered by the cloth. Beneath it was the Taryana Battle Spider, temporarily dormant. As soon as the owner provided a specific external stimulus, it would awaken and kill everyone nearby who hadn't undergone a blood test!
Chen Chuan focused intently on the box, momentarily distracted by the previous obstruction. Although he wasn't injured, his pace had slowed slightly, and he might not make it in time. He took a deep breath, expanding his chest, and then suddenly roared towards the box!
A buzzing sound filled the air, and the windows from the first to the fourth floors shook violently, shattering one by one. The armed henchmen outside seemed drunk, staggering and swaying.
Bee Woman let out a piercing scream, covering her ears, and blood seeped through her clenched fingers. Her heightened senses made the stimulus even more intense, causing her vision to darken and her eyes to roll back as she collapsed to the ground.
On the street outside, Lao Wan had reached Hu Xian's car. Hu Xian frowned and asked, "Why did you come out? Weren't you supposed to stay with Brother Chen?"
Lao Wan replied in a deep voice, "I think he has his own plan and wants to take action. He probably didn't want to involve me, so he sent me away. You know the rules—I can't interfere with the evaluation of the candidate. We must respect their choices."
Hu Xian's heart skipped a beat when she heard this. She slammed her fist on the steering wheel and shouted, "What the hell is going on?" She couldn't understand why Chen Chuan, who seemed so calm and cautious, had suddenly made such an impulsive decision. She hoped this time she wasn't here to collect his body.
"Lao Wan, get your gun ready," she said sternly.
Lao Wan nodded.
Hu Xian looked ahead with a solemn expression. If the situation turned bad, she would rush in to save him. As for the rules, to hell with them! She couldn't just stand by and watch a young man destroy himself before her eyes.
But just then, they heard a loud roar, so powerful it seemed to echo like thunder throughout the street. The windows of the building ahead shattered.
Hu Xian's face paled. "Something's wrong. Follow me!"
She pushed open the car door, and the two rushed to the building, kicking the door open. After a brief pause, they charged inside, covering each other. But when they reached the living room and saw the scene, they both stopped involuntarily.
Chen Chuan stood with his back to them, holding a long sword in the spacious hall. Wisps of white vapor rose from his body, carried by the cold wind that blew in through the broken windows. His chestnut-red scarf fluttered in the wind, and all around him lay the bodies of the fallen.
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(End of Chapter)
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