Chapter 330: The Disappearance
Chapter 330: The Disappearance
Chen Chuan, based on the recent battle and his previous preparations, estimated that such a sparring session would likely take place once every three days or so.
Just as he was thinking, Hong Fu's voice sounded in his ear again, "The privacy clause is in effect. All records of the sparring session can be deleted at the end of the service, and if you need to restore them, please ensure proper information traceability."
Chen Chuan inquired and finally understood that after enabling the privacy clause, the sparring scenario could be directly deleted, and even Hong Fu herself would not remember the sparring process.
However, he could retain the field information and, if necessary, restore it during the next sparring session or other services, allowing Hong Fu to recall the details.
He shifted his thoughts, considering the sparring session as a continuous process. As he approached the final sprint towards the Third Limit, he must maintain constant progress. Hong Fu, during their battle, would also continuously cooperate with him, making this service quite excellent, as it preserved information while preventing prying eyes.
So, under Hong Fu's guidance, he deleted the recorded information, retaining only the field traces for himself, awaiting the next connection to restore them.
After completing the operation, several messages suddenly popped up on the platform. Glancing at them, he saw they were all advertisements for the arena tournament, inviting official trainees to spectate without any payment required. They only needed to confirm their attendance on the platform to gain viewing eligibility.
He scrolled through and noticed that the time of the arena tournament was listed below, along with a notification that other Wu Yi Academy trainees from Central City would also be present, providing an opportunity for interaction. Interested trainees could join and earn a small number of evaluation points.
The additional evaluation points were quite attractive to many trainees, but the increase was minimal, just one or two points at most, so it held little significance for him. Thus, he crossed out those messages.
After exiting the platform, he contemplated that over the next month or two, he needed to dedicate a significant amount of time to cultivation, aiming to break through the Third Limit sooner. Therefore, he needed to confirm the bureau's arrangements and, ideally, postpone them, perhaps even invoking some previously agreed-upon agreements.
He immediately communicated with Ni Qianqian, inquiring about any upcoming plans and informing her that his altered organ seemed to be entering another growth phase, requiring a more stable period for training. He requested the bureau to provide him with some free time for adjustment, as per their agreement.
Ni Qianqian expressed her understanding, saying, "In that case, following the usual agreement, we can postpone the bureau's arrangements for you. Will a month be enough?"
Chen Chuan replied, "I may need a little more time."
Ni Qianqian sighed, "Alright, I'll try to negotiate for you. The bureau can make exceptions for a promising trainee like you. As for the exchange tournament, they initially wanted me to invite you again, but I've declined on your behalf."
Chen Chuan thanked her and asked, "Sister Ni, you mentioned that the bureau had plans regarding Wei Wusheng's junior disciple. Has there been any progress there?"
Ni Qianqian responded, "We failed to capture Wei Wusheng this time, but his junior disciple's situation has progressed. They indeed have a connection, and the bureau is digging deeper along this lead. The higher-ups want us to apprehend the person before the official arena tournament at the end of June, but I don't think it'll be that easy.
"Anyway, focus on your cultivation, and don't worry too much about bureau matters for now. I'll submit your application right away." With that, she ended the communication.
Chen Chuan pondered that it was already June, and if Wei Wusheng were to attack him that day, even if he retreated afterward, Chen Chuan could use the Fox Monster Tale to strike back.
However, upon further reflection, given Wei Wusheng's strength and the current power of the Fox Monster Tale, it was unlikely that Chen Chuan could kill him. At most, he could inflict severe injuries, but with Wei Wusheng's cross-training level, he might recover within a few days.
Therefore, Chen Chuan decided to focus on breaking through for now. Once his strength improved, even if Wei Wusheng didn't come to him, Chen Chuan would take the initiative to confront him.
It was already noon, and after consuming a few nutrient salves and resting, he entered a state of tranquility by lighting incense and taking medication.
In Ji Yang District, An Cheng, after a night of patrol duty, let out a long sigh of relief as he handed over his shift to the next person.
Recently, he felt like his responsibilities had been increasing—patrols, handling various violent incidents for the bureau, rushing from one place to another without a moment's rest, leaving little time for combat cultivation.
He estimated that this situation would continue for some time, as Wei Wusheng had yet to be captured, forcing the bureau to strengthen its vigilance.
Additionally, due to the arena tournament, many people, mostly fighters, had come to Central City, leading to numerous violent incidents. He anticipated that the next couple of months would be equally busy.
He entered a restaurant known for its famous Fisherman's Rice Ball with Shredded Chicken from the Southeast Baloo Islands. The dish consisted of rice cooked in chicken broth, served with freshly cut, fragrant chicken meat, making it delicious and convenient.
After placing his order, just as the dish was served, Sun Rao walked in and sat down in front of him. An Cheng remarked, "You're a bit late."
Sun Rao said, "Handling some matters."
An Cheng let out a snort. "How can you possibly finish handling everything? I heard you were partnered with that new recruit a few days ago. How's it going?"
Sun Rao looked at An Cheng and replied, "He's very polite, and it doesn't feel unpleasant being around him. He doesn't have any arrogance either."
An Cheng gave him a displeased glance. "If you have something to say, just say it directly. Why beat around the bush?"
He picked up his Fisherman's Rice Ball with Shredded Chicken, took a hearty bite, and then used his chopsticks to pick up a piece of chicken, chewing them together. After swallowing, he asked, "By the way, isn't he with you this time?"
Just then, Sun Rao's order arrived, and he picked up his chopsticks, saying, "Apparently, he has other arrangements. If it weren't for this special situation, he probably wouldn't have been paired with me. It's hard to say in the future as well, considering his potential is much greater than ours. The bureau won't treat him as just an ordinary reserve enforcer."
"Is that so?"
An Cheng hummed, clearly holding back some frustration and a sense of competitiveness.
Sun Rao took a bite and nodded. "It's okay. I can come again next time. Are you still keeping up with your daily training?"
"Of course," An Cheng replied. "Every day, no matter how late I return, I make time for training. If I didn't, how could I possibly catch up with that new recruit?" He glanced at Sun Rao. "I'm telling you, don't let yourself be the one who gets eliminated among us."
Sun Rao confidently said, "No way!"
"No?"
An Cheng looked at him. "You're so sure?"
Sun Rao remained calm. "Because my gunsmanship is better than many others in the bureau. There are plenty of Second Limit fighters, but not many with my level of skill."
An Cheng had to admit that Sun Rao was right. A marksman like him, after taking the drug and wielding a high-powered weapon, could pose a threat to Third Limit fighters. The bureau indeed wouldn't give up on such potential.
Initially, when Sun Rao was practicing his gunsmanship, An Cheng had scoffed at him. But now, it seemed that he was the one more likely to be eliminated. He couldn't help but feel a sense of urgency.
(End of Chapter)
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