Chapter 344: Breaking Illusions and Awakening the Divine Roar
Chapter 344: Breaking Illusions and Awakening the Divine Roar
At 10 AM, the duel arena was bustling with the ongoing tournament. Today's match featured Huo Yucheng and Yu Shen, and the organizers had scheduled three rounds for their fight.
The organizers would never allow the fighters to settle their fate in a single blow, as it went against their interests. Referees and security personnel were present to ensure that the moment one fighter was knocked down, the match would be immediately called, and the two would be promptly separated.
Even in the event of severe injuries or limb loss, the medical team could quickly provide treatment or use implants as replacements.
As the two fighters stepped onto the stage, the pre-match promotion and hype began, a process that typically lasted for at least half an hour, if not an hour or more.
However, at that moment, a commotion erupted in the arena, surprising the two individuals conducting the pre-match promotion. They were unsure what had happened.
The giant screen flickered, displaying a chaotic scene at a crossroads, where the ground was littered with wreckage. Vehicles were piled up, some overturned, and others cut in half, indicating a battle rather than a mere collision.
The camera zoomed in, revealing two figures in a standoff, and it was evident that the surrounding destruction was likely caused by them. If this was the case, they were undoubtedly Third Dimension Fighters.
Furthermore, someone recognized one of the figures.
Wei Wusheng!
The most wanted fugitive in recent news, yet he appeared somewhat pathetic at this moment.
Who was the other person fighting him?
After the arena feed was restored, the fight between Chen Chuan and Wei Wusheng caught the organizers' attention. Following a quick discussion, they decided to delay the match and redirect all arena resources to the crossroads.
This was a battle between Third Dimension Fighters, and the organizers seized the opportunity to increase the event's popularity. Without their specialized equipment, the audience wouldn't be able to witness such a fight, so they had nothing to lose. Moreover, this move would significantly enhance their reputation among the audience, especially the upper-class spectators.
At that moment, in the arena, Wei Wusheng, who had been sitting, suddenly lifted his head. In that instant, his eyes displayed contrasting expressions—one resolute and fierce, the other sinister and eerie—as if two different people inhabited his body.
His internal morphic enhancement and muscles contorted, realigning his dislocated shoulder and reducing the swelling.
Wei Wusheng then stood up, acting as if nothing had happened.
Not only that, but his muscles subtly bulged, revealing taut blue veins across his body, especially the trapezius muscles that protruded at the back of his neck, making his entire physique appear more imposing.
The Central City Enforcement Agency personnel witnessing this scene wore solemn expressions. Iron Body was known for its exceptional durability, allowing fighters to quickly recover and maintain their state even after being knocked down multiple times, as long as the injuries weren't fatal.
Fortunately, a significant amount of time had already passed. As long as Chen Chuan could hold on until reinforcements arrived, it wouldn't matter if they couldn't take down Wei Wusheng.
Wei Wusheng strode towards Chen Chuan, and as he passed a box-type vehicle, he casually lifted it and hurled it towards Chen Chuan from a distance of several dozen meters.
The spectators in the arena collectively gasped, creating a tsunami of astonishment. Most of them had never witnessed such superhuman strength.
Chen Chuan stood still, waiting for the vehicle to reach him. As the shadow of the car loomed over him, he gently lifted his hand, catching it, and with a swift movement, he flipped it backward. The car rolled away, kicking up a cloud of dust behind him, causing his shirt collar to flutter slightly from the air current.
Another long exclamation filled the arena as the two fighters' performance left everyone in awe, their adrenaline surging. This impact far surpassed the excitement of watching Second Dimension Fighters, transcending the boundaries of what could be considered human.
Hu Yucheng and Yu Shen, gazing at the giant screen, couldn't help but feel their hearts tremble. This was the power of Third Dimension Fighters...
At that moment, Chen Chuan leaned forward, and with a slight touch of his foot on the ground, his body swiftly glided across the entire street towards Wei Wusheng. To the audience, it seemed like a mere blink of an eye before the two collided.
In the confrontation with Chen Chuan, Wei Wusheng was met with a powerful punch to the chest. However, unlike before, this punch didn't knock him down or push him back; instead, he endured it and countered with a strike of his own. Chen Chuan dodged the counterattack with a quick sway of his body, spun around, and kicked out. Wei Wusheng blocked the kick with his shoulder and responded with a kick of his own.
Due to their high-speed movements and constant spinning around each other, the surrounding environment appeared to be in rapid motion.
Wherever they went, objects shattered, and the ground was riddled with deep craters from the impact of their colliding forces. Cars were frequently hit, flipped over, or pushed aside.
Wei Wusheng defended against Chen Chuan's attacks, blocking when possible, and relying on his Iron Body to absorb the blows when he couldn't. He could feel the rhythm of Chen Chuan's breathing.
After blocking hundreds of attacks, Wei Wusheng sensed an opportunity. He clamped down on Chen Chuan's forearm, intending to capture and lock him down. However, his kinetic force failed to budge Chen Chuan, who instead pulled Wei Wusheng's arm towards himself and spun on the spot, throwing Wei Wusheng into the air and flipping over several cars.
A moment later, those cars were pushed aside, and Wei Wusheng's towering figure emerged once more. Chen Chuan slightly lowered his body, evading several powerful punches and deceptive capture attempts. He clamped down on Wei Wusheng's wrist and stepped forward, spreading his fingers while reaching for Wei Wusheng's forehead with his other hand.
Wei Wusheng seemed to sense something and abruptly twisted his body, using his elbow to block the hand. However, Chen Chuan's midsection was left undefended, and he suddenly kicked Wei Wusheng in the waist, causing him to lose his balance and stumble backward.
Before Wei Wusheng could steady himself, he felt a shadow approaching, followed by a series of blows landing on his body. He could only cover his head and other vital areas.
Chen Chuan's heavy punches rained down like a storm, targeting every weak point on Wei Wusheng's body and each relatively fragile joint.
Despite the enhanced morphic protection on these vulnerable areas, Chen Chuan's strength was sufficient to deliver blows like true hammers, shattering muscles and bones upon impact and penetrating through layers of kinetic force, continuously tearing through Wei Wusheng's internal structure.
Even with the regenerative properties of the Iron Body, under such a dense and rapid onslaught, each strike inflicted enough damage to overwhelm the healing process.
Wei Wusheng's condition deteriorated with each relentless attack. After enduring a barrage of blows for a full two minutes, he felt his head spinning, his body desperately vying for self-repair, and the relentless onslaught left him lightheaded due to insufficient blood supply to the brain.
Suddenly, he felt a heavy blow to his knee, causing him to stumble sideways. Instinctively, he blocked the incoming kick aimed at his head with his arm, but his body slid sideways several meters across the ground.
He quickly rolled and sprang to his feet, delivering an elbow strike at the approaching Chen Chuan. Chen Chuan ducked, parried with one hand, and then grabbed Wei Wusheng's arm with the other. With a swift move, he flipped Wei Wusheng over his back, using the momentum to slam him into the ground with a powerful throw.
The impact created a loud thud, and the ground beneath Wei Wusheng cracked open. The intense shockwave caused even his resilient bones to fracture, and he couldn't help but let out a sound of pain, blood trickling from his mouth.
Lying there, he looked up and saw Chen Chuan's calm gaze as he stood over him. "Is that all...?" Wei Wusheng roared, attempting to get up, but before he could, a fist slammed into his face, sending him flying back to the ground.
The assault didn't end there. Chen Chuan's other fist descended, but Wei Wusheng's hands suddenly became supple, coiling like a snake, trying to lock onto Chen Chuan's fist. However, the muscles on Chen Chuan's arm tensed, breaking free from Wei Wusheng's grip, and a punch landed squarely on his face, driving his entire head into the ground.
Punch after punch rained down like a dense shower, all aimed at his head. The ground behind his head cracked like it had been pounded, and a shallow pit gradually formed behind him.
The entire audience in the arena held their breath, mouths agape at the unfolding scene.
After an unknown number of punches, a cracking sound reverberated, and Chen Chuan's fist stopped. He could feel the hard skull beneath his fist, now cracked, and the body beneath him had gone limp.
Slowly, Chen Chuan stood up, stepped away from the lifeless body, and walked out. But after taking about twenty steps, he heard a commotion behind him.
He turned to see a small, slender figure in a black imported suit, looking vaguely familiar.
He tried to recall where he had seen this person before. Han Laomao?
Han Laomao grabbed Wei Wusheng's hair with one hand while the other's sharp fingers slashed at his neck. "I've got Wei Wusheng's head!" he exclaimed.
In an instant, he could take Wei Wusheng's head and claim the bounty. As for Chen Chuan's efforts, well, they were in vain.
The bounty was only for Wei Wusheng's head, and whoever had it would claim the reward.
Chen Chuan's mistake was an opportunity Han Laomao had been waiting for.
But as he leaped, he felt his foot seized, startling him.
Despite being a skilled fighter, Han Laomao used the momentum to twist and flip, a technique that even a captured fighter could use to break free. As he rolled, he thrust both hands into Wei Wusheng's chest, but his fingers were caught by resilient muscles, preventing him from withdrawing.
Now, Han Laomao was pinned on top of Wei Wusheng.
"No!" Han Laomao's forehead broke out in a cold sweat.
At that moment, he felt the body beneath him slowly rise and grab his other leg. Understanding dawned on him, and he cried out, "No..."
Wei Wusheng seized Han Laomao's legs and forcefully tore them apart. "Tsk!"
A shower of blood and organs rained down, splattering the ground and Wei Wusheng's body.
Chen Chuan's gaze fixed on Wei Wusheng, whose eyes were open but devoid of consciousness, and even his breathing had ceased. Yet, he was standing, a terrifying sight.
At the same time, Chen Chuan heard a strong heartbeat, thumping in his ears. He looked at Wei Wusheng's chest. "Is it the heart...?"
Although Wei Wusheng's head was cracked and his consciousness gone, another consciousness hidden within his body stirred.
The dormant consciousness in Wei Wusheng's heart, sensing the extreme life-threatening danger, seized the opportunity as the original consciousness faded, allowing the two forces to intertwine. The two hearts merged, and with it, a new identity emerged—Xiong Jianyi.
Chen Chuan watched as Xiong Jianyi tried to stand up from the shallow pit. He slowly raised his hand, clenching his fingers, and took a step forward. In that moment, Xiong Jianyi's second consciousness merged with his, and in a flash, he traversed twenty meters, his forearm slicing through Wei Wusheng's chest like a blade.
Chen Chuan stared at Xiong Jianyi's terrifying face and said, "Farewell." He clenched his fist, crushing the still-beating heart.
Wei Wusheng's body convulsed, his head drooping, and blood gushed from his facial features and wounds all over his body.
Chen Chuan slowly withdrew his arm, allowing the body to fall back into the pit, filling it with blood.
At that moment, Chen Chuan felt a sense of release, as if a constraint had been lifted. A loud sound, like the ringing of bells and drums, filled his ears, and a surge of power rushed through his limbs.
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(End of Chapter)
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