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Chapter 340: Morning Light Shines Again
Chapter 340: Morning Light Shines Again
As Chen Chuan exited the Mystic Palace Dormitory, he noticed five passenger buses parked in the lot, two of which were already filled with people and beginning their journey. At that moment, he heard Tan Zhi's voice calling out to him.
"Chen, over here!"
Chen Chuan spotted Tan Zhi waving at him from one of the buses, which had only a few passengers. He made his way over and took a seat next to Tan Zhi, but instead of sitting down, he patted the latter's shoulder and said in a low, calm tone, "Tan, the weather is nice today. I'll sit up front where I can catch some sun."
With that, he moved away from the back seat and sat closer to the driver, placing the Xuejun Blade within easy reach.
Tan Zhi initially looked puzzled, but when he noticed Chen Chuan's uniform, a realization seemed to dawn on him. His expression became more alert, and he hunched slightly.
More students began to emerge from the building, and once the buses were filled, they set off in an orderly manner towards the Arena Stadium.
They had traveled this route countless times over the past month, and the students had grown weary of the outside scenery. So, as the buses started, everyone kept their eyes on their Boundary Tokens, not bothering to look out the windows.
At that moment, a student spoke up, "Who do you guys think will win today?"
"It's hard to say. Both contestants are incredibly strong."
There was a crucial one-on-one match scheduled for that morning, pitting the strongest among the external students against a highly acclaimed autonomous fighter.
This was a highly anticipated matchup. The external student possessed formidable strength, and despite his status, he had earned the recognition of most formal students. Many lower-year formal students felt they might not even stand a chance against him.
However, his opponent was no ordinary fighter either. This volunteer in the arena tournament had fought his way into the core competition, and anyone who had made it this far was typically not easy to deal with.
Chen Chuan glanced to both sides of the bus and noticed two-wheeled patrol vehicles from the City Patrol Team escorting them. Additionally, at the outer city watchtowers, personnel from the Handling Bureau kept a close eye on the situation.
The security measures were indeed stringent, but they were contingent on there being no interference.
"I'm rooting for Huo Yucheng. Although he's just an external student, he's incredibly skilled. Rumor has it that he only became an external student because his family's company went bankrupt, and he lost his eligibility for formal admission."
"Talented people shine wherever they go. I admire his decision to go to Central City on his own and volunteer as an external student, gradually fighting his way to where he is now."
"Your judgment is too emotional. I don't see it that way, but don't forget his opponent is Yu Shen. He didn't join the tournament out of desperation or for personal gain. He came here because he couldn't find a worthy opponent at his level."
These words immediately sparked disagreement among some students, "Isn't that a bit of an exaggeration? No worthy opponent? Has he ever been to our Wuyi Academy in Jinbei Province? If not, how can he make such a claim?"
"He hasn't been to our Wuyi Academy, but he has visited other Wuyi Academies in different provinces, and not just one. He hasn't encountered a single opponent who could match his level."
The student who spoke first scoffed, "It's surprising he hasn't been beaten to death."
Someone else chimed in, "Hey, he has a good grandpa, who is supposedly a director at the Original People Corporation. You know how much influence directors of such giant corporations hold."
Chen Chuan paid a little more attention to this detail. A director of the Original People Corporation?
He used his Boundary Token to search for information about Yu Shen and quickly found an introduction about him. This individual even had his own dedicated platform, showcasing various items from his collection.
Yu Shen seemed to have a passion for racing, displaying various scenes from his collection. He wore high-end, luxurious clothing, indicating a privileged background. However, most of his collection consisted of clips of him defeating his opponents.
While the pieced-together scenes didn't reveal his precise skill level, it was evident that he defeated each opponent with ease, suggesting he hadn't unleashed his full strength. Yet, most of his defeated opponents ended up dead, indicating that this person wouldn't hold back even if he could.
It wouldn't be accurate to call him exceptionally cruel. In the arena, if you don't kill your opponent, you might end up being killed yourself, leaving no room for compromise.
At that moment, the students inside the bus began debating the outcome of the match. However, as qualified fighters, their analyses were based on logical reasoning and evidence.
Chen Chuan took the opportunity to review Huo Yucheng's combat scenes. He felt that while Yu Shen might be more skilled, Huo Yucheng might have a higher chance of winning.
Huo Yucheng's demeanor exuded a life-or-death intensity, yet his eyes remained remarkably calm, indicating he had prepared for every possibility and was willing to take greater risks when necessary.
Just then, a sudden notification sound came from the edge of the channel, followed by a brief burst of intense noise. Chen Chuan realized something and immediately switched over to that channel.
As he entered the platform, he saw a scene—a body lying on the ground in an open field, surrounded by nearby weeds and distant, hazy mountain shadows. Next to the body was a broken, faceted, concave bayonet with a black strap, one end of which fluttered in the wind.
"Wei Wusheng!"
"Zuo Caidao!"
The people on the platform immediately recognized the two individuals. Lying there was Zuo Caidao, the bounty hunter who had claimed to have found Wei Wusheng just yesterday!
Yesterday, people on the platform had been anxiously awaiting news, some even placing bets on the matter, their eyes red with anticipation. And now, finally, there was a result.
Seeing Wei Wusheng standing there seemingly unscathed, everyone felt a sense of suffocation.
After his match with the Pei Brothers, some believed that Wei Wusheng's back was turned in the photo, not for posing, but because he might have been injured in front, as the Pei Brothers were known for their front and back assaults.
But this time, it seemed like Wei Wusheng had taken down Zuo Caidao without a scratch.
The platform's discussion threads and voice messages kept popping up.
"Is this outside the city?"
"Yes, it's outside. The mountain shadow over there should be Luoshan. It's west of Central City, less than twenty kilometers away."
"Judging by the sun's shadow, this isn't yesterday... So, it's almost now?"
At the same time, the Processing Bureau also saw this photo. The technicians immediately inferred from the angle of sunlight and cloud shapes that it was taken within half an hour. However, they couldn't rule out photo manipulation, and analysis was ongoing.
Assuming it was altered, what was Wei Wusheng up to? The Bureau immediately sent a message to all on and off-duty personnel, including Chen Chuan, to exercise caution.
Regardless, this matter couldn't be ignored. The Bureau dispatched a team to search for the target in potential locations outside the city and tightened security at intersections leading in that direction.
In the 16191 book bar, the Bureau's forces were already thinly spread due to the arena tournament. A large contingent was deployed around the arena stadium, but the influx of people into Central City, including fighters imitating Wei Wusheng's murders, strained resources further.
Most technicians focused on the Resonator behind Wei Wusheng, capable of concealing his movements and potentially causing greater havoc.
As Chen Chuan examined the photo, he noticed Ni Xianxi attempting to contact him. He accepted the call, and Ni Xianxi's voice rang out: "Chen, did you go watch the tournament yesterday?"
Chen Chuan replied, "Yes, Sister Ni."
Ni Xianxi said, "Watching the tournament isn't a big deal. I think you should relax. Don't bury yourself in training all day. Some in the Bureau are unhappy with you about this. They're swamped, wishing they could clone themselves. They resent you having the leisure to watch tournaments while they're overworked. It's unnecessary to pay them mind, but right now, higher-ups are watching us closely. Chen, be more discreet."
Noticing his location, she asked, "Are you going today?"
"Yes," Chen Chuan answered.
Ni Xianxi advised, "Then skip it today. Head back to the Academy, relax there. These tournaments aren't crucial..."
At this moment, the convoy was less than halfway to the arena stadium. They were approaching an intersection, and the green light was about to enter its ten-second countdown. Vehicles accelerated towards the opposite side.
Suddenly, the driver of the leading car noticed a shadow overhead. He looked up to see a car tumbling through the air, plummeting towards him. Shocked, he slammed on the brakes and spun the wheel, causing the car to skid sideways.
The vehicles behind couldn't react in time. A loud bang followed as a car crashed into the windshield, triggering a series of collisions as the trailing vehicles failed to brake in time.
Chen Chuan, gazing forward, said, "Sorry, Sister Ni, but I can't agree to that." As he spoke, he realized the boundary token had abruptly disconnected, not just for him but for all the students in the car.
At the intersection, not just one but multiple vehicles had been hurled, landing in the middle of the road. Additional collisions ensued, completely blocking the intersection.
Standing atop an overturned truck was a towering figure, at least two meters tall, exuding an oppressive aura. He wore an open-front blue training tunic with white undergarments, his broad sleeves fluttering. A hammer hung at his waist.
His gaze swept across the crashed vehicles, finally settling on a bus.
Chen Chuan, sensing something, stood up, grabbing the Xuejun Blade beside him. He politely asked the driver, "Sir, please open the door."
The driver, noticing his uniform, promptly opened the door.
Chen Chuan stepped out, first glancing ahead, then, under the watchful eyes of his fellow students, strode towards the distant intersection with the blade in hand.
(End of Chapter)
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