Chapter 215: Resolution
Chapter 215: Resolution
Chen Chuan held the Xuejun Blade in his hand and walked towards the Bloodstain Gang's hideout. His footsteps were steady and unhurried, gradually closing in on the area where Uncle Han and the others were located.
Just then, two gunshots rang out, hitting the mud not far in front of him. But his stride didn't falter, as if unaffected by the shots.
Another shot followed, but perhaps due to the distance or merely as a warning, the bullet grazed past him. He didn't stop, and the distance between them continued to close.
At this moment, Han Shu's heart was filled with increasing tension. Fortunately, he saw Du Mian and the others had retreated, and he immediately walked to the edge of the watchtower, pointing his cane outwards and shouting, "Du Mian, you two, don't let him get close! If you can't stop him, kill him!"
Chen Chuan seemed to be heading straight for them. Once a martial artist entered within a certain distance, Han Shu knew they would unleash their full power. Especially if they were wearing protective gear, a leader like him, with little martial prowess, would undoubtedly be their first target.
Regardless of who Chen Chuan was or what his intentions were, he could die. So, he didn't care about anything else; he would kill them first.
Du Mian was very obedient and did as he was told without thinking much. He glanced at Chen Chuan a few times and felt he might be a formidable martial artist, so he turned back and picked up a specially made stick, leading the other two towards Chen Chuan.
Chen Chuan saw the three rushing towards him but ignored the ones on his flanks, focusing on Du Mian in front of him.
When Du Mian reached the appropriate distance, his body led his arms, his arms led his wrists, and the stick in his grip spun a few times. Then, with a whoosh, he unleashed a burst of force towards Chen Chuan's head.
This strike was powerful enough to send the surrounding fallen leaves flying. He was confident that no matter what protective gear his opponent wore, the impact would shatter their bones.
But at that moment, his vision blurred, and as he was about to exert force with his arm, he felt his throat being grabbed.
He immediately sensed something amiss and instinctively activated his second-level power technique, a unique skill that allowed him to generate a second force while the first was still in motion, often yielding remarkable results in intense combat.
At this moment, the altered organs around his chest and neck inflated like a balloon, and in an instant, a force pushing outwards was formed. If used normally, it could easily shatter the object or fingers holding him.
However, this time, the fingers gripping his neck tightened. Whether it was the inflated altered organs or the neck muscles, they all crumbled like fragile, brittle wood under this force, instantly crushed.
Chen Chuan's gaze remained calm and unperturbed. He tossed aside Du Mian's lifeless body as if discarding something insignificant and continued walking forward.
The two men on his flanks had planned to take advantage of Du Mian's attack and flank him. But before they could act, Du Mian was already defeated, and their half-completed movements came to an abrupt halt.
They exchanged glances and retreated a few steps, waiting for Chen Chuan to pass by. Simultaneously, they drew their pistols from their waists and aimed at his back.
Chen Chuan seemed to ignore them, but at that moment, his hand moved swiftly, too fast to discern. His windbreaker seemed to flutter for a moment, and two gunshots rang out. The two men's heads exploded, and they fell straight back.
Those watching from the watchtower were stunned by this scene.
Chen Chuan had now reached a point less than a hundred meters from the watchtower and finally stopped.
He looked up, planted the Xuejun Blade into the ground, gripped the hilt, and with a swift yet controlled motion, drew the blade from its sheath, its cold light flashing. Then, with a flicker of its sharp light, he vanished from where he had been standing.
Han Shu was experienced and felt a surge of fear. He quickly turned and prepared to climb down from the watchtower. From up there, he had a good view, but now he regretted climbing so high.
At that moment, a burst of rapid gunfire erupted outside, accompanied by screams, howls, and roars. He tightly gripped the bamboo ladder, trembling as he climbed down, and due to his tension, he almost missed a few steps, delaying his descent.
By the time he climbed down, the sounds outside had become sporadic. When he staggered out of the fortress-like watchtower, there was silence.
In the dim light, he saw the ground littered with corpses. Most of the gang members, once fierce and formidable, now lay scattered with severed limbs. A little further, heads had exploded, a horrifying sight.
He also spotted the figure in the black windbreaker, standing not far away, pulling his longsword out of the gang member's body, which was impaled on the wall.
His breathing quickened involuntarily, and his whole body trembled. Without a word, he turned and ran outside, his cane shaking with each step as if he might fall at any moment.
Even so, his feet moved steadily, and he shakily made his way towards the distance, as if he could escape forever.
As he huffed and puffed, taking a dozen or so steps, he heard slow, deliberate footsteps behind him. A chill of fear gripped him, and he wanted to call out, but his throat tightened, and his voice came out raspy and short.
In this situation, he became more and more flustered, his movements increasingly erratic. Eventually, he stumbled and fell, his once neatly combed hair now disheveled.
Fortunately, the ground beneath him was soft mud, and he didn't seem to be seriously injured. For a moment, his mind went blank, and as he tried to stand up with the help of his cane, he heard those footsteps reach his side, and his entire body stiffened.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a pair of black boots and the hem of a black windbreaker pass by his side and then stop in front of him.
He didn't dare to look up, and he knelt there, his head bowed as he whimpered, "Spare me, spare me..." He pushed forward a small leather suitcase he carried, saying, "I have value, I have money, I have a lot of money, I'm willing to give it all to you..."
Chen Chuan said, "Uncle Han? Are you the one who used the Secret Sect ritual to absorb life force?" He gestured for Han Zhang to lift his head.
Han Zhang's body trembled, and he slowly stood up. However, because the person was backlit by the sun, he couldn't see clearly, only making out the scarf fluttering in the autumn wind.
He admitted, "Yes, it's me, I'm Han Zhang. Go ahead and arrest me. I've committed many crimes, really, so many crimes. You can sentence me, sentence me..."
Chen Chuan said, "If it's you, then there's no mistake." He raised the blade and with a casual wave, Han Zhang's head flew off, his body falling to the side.
Chen Chuan gently shook the blade and then thrust it into the ground.
Then, he took out a camera he carried with him and began taking photos from various angles. He also searched the belongings of the people around him.
This time, he didn't know who were members of the Secret Sect and who were members of the Bloodstain Gang, but he didn't need to distinguish. He simply executed anyone who pointed a weapon at him or took action. For those who looked like logistics and technical personnel, he only knocked them unconscious, leaving it to the villagers to deal with them.
After checking, it was confirmed that there were two suspected Secret Sect members among them. However, based on the notes they carried, their knowledge was very superficial, as if they had only learned it recently and were just filling in numbers.
Although these people could also set up Secret Sect rituals, the effect was not guaranteed. The core personnel of the Secret Sect ritual should not be among them.
After circling back, he picked up the small leather suitcase that Han Zhang had carried and left the area.
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(End of Chapter)
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