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Chapter 344: Shattering Delusions, Awakening Resonance
Chapter 344: Shattering Delusions, Awakening Resonance
At 10 a.m., the Arena of Champions was hosting an arena tournament, featuring a match between Huo Yucheng and Yu Shen. The competition was scheduled for three rounds.
The organizers would never allow the fighters to determine life or death in a single blow, as it wouldn't align with their interests. Referees and security personnel were present to ensure fair play, and they would immediately declare a fighter defeated if they were knocked out, promptly separating the combatants.
Even in cases of severe injury or limb loss, the medical team could quickly restore the fighter using implants.
As the two fighters stepped onto the stage, they engaged in pre-fight promotion and hype, a process that typically lasted for three quarters of an hour or even more.
However, at this moment, the arena was filled with commotion as a large screen flickered, displaying a scene of a busy intersection. The ground was littered with chaos, showing vehicles involved in rear-end collisions, piled on top of each other, and some even smashed or cut in half. This didn't appear to be a simple traffic accident but seemed to be the aftermath of a fierce battle.
As the scene zoomed in, they witnessed two figures standing off against each other, and the surrounding destruction was likely caused by these two individuals. If this were the case, they would undoubtedly be Third Limit Fighters.
Immediately, someone recognized one of the fighters.
Wei Wusheng!
The most wanted fugitive, who had been frequently featured in recent news, appeared somewhat pitiful at this moment.
But who was his opponent?
After regaining arena field data, the fight between Chen Chuan and Wei Wusheng caught the attention of the organizers. Following a quick discussion, they decided to delay the ongoing match in the arena and redirect the field resources towards the crossroads.
This was an opportunity to showcase a Third Limit Fighter battle, and the organizers were eager to capitalize on it. Without their equipment, spectators wouldn't be able to witness such a fight, so they had nothing to lose. This move would also gain favor with the audience, especially the upper and middle classes.
At this moment in the arena, Wei Wusheng, who had been sitting, suddenly raised his head. In that instant, his eyes displayed contrasting expressions: one of courage and ferocity, the other of darkness and cunning, as if two different people inhabited his body.
His Altered Tissue and muscles twitched, realigning his dislocated shoulder and reducing the swelling. He stood up, unaffected by the injury.
Furthermore, his muscles bulged, revealing taut tendons beneath the skin, especially the trapezius muscle rising behind his neck, making his physique appear more imposing.
The officials from the Processing Bureau watched with grave expressions. Iron Body Technique made fighters incredibly resilient, allowing them to quickly recover from knockdowns unless it was a fatal blow, maintaining their state.
Fortunately, time had passed, and if Chen Chuan could endure, delaying until backup arrived, even if he couldn't defeat Wei Wusheng, it would be acceptable.
Wei Wusheng, walking past a box truck, suddenly lifted it. With tremendous strength, he hurled it from a distance towards Chen Chuan.
The audience in the arena gasped in unison, witnessing a display of superhuman strength.
Chen Chuan stood still, waiting for the truck to reach him. As it loomed overhead, he gently lifted it with one hand, flipping it backward with a dull thud. Dust rose behind him, and the airflow caused his shirt collar to flutter.
The arena erupted in a prolonged exclamation, captivated by the fighters' astonishing display. The impact of this battle far surpassed the excitement of a typical fighter's clash, transcending what could be considered human capabilities.
Huo Yucheng and Yu Shen watched the two fighters on the large screen, their hearts stirring. This was the power of Third Limit Fighters.
Wei Wusheng, facing Chen Chuan's attacks, blocked when possible, and when unable to block, endured the blows with his Iron Body Technique, sensing the rhythm of Chen Chuan's breathing.
After absorbing hundreds of punches, Wei Wusheng sensed an opportunity. He attempted to seize Chen Chuan with a grappling technique, but Chen Chuan resisted, pulling Wei Wusheng's hand and throwing him away, flipping over several vehicles.
Moments later, Wei Wusheng emerged from the wreckage, only to face Chen Chuan's evasive maneuvers. Chen Chuan seized Wei Wusheng's elbow, pulling him close while extending his other hand towards Wei Wusheng's face.
Wei Wusheng, sensing something, twisted his body, blocking with his elbow. Chen Chuan responded with a swift kick to Wei Wusheng's waist, causing him to stumble.
Before Wei Wusheng could steady himself, Chen Chuan unleashed a barrage of attacks. Wei Wusheng protected his vital areas, covering his head and face.
Chen Chuan's heavy punches rained down on Wei Wusheng, striking every weak point and vulnerable joint.
Despite Wei Wusheng's Altered Tissue protecting these relatively weak areas, Chen Chuan's power was sufficient to shatter and tear through the internal Altered Tissue with each punch and kick, just like a true heavy hammer.
Even with the regenerative abilities of the Iron Body Technique, under such intense and rapid attacks, each strike causing significant damage, there was no time to repair these injuries.
Wei Wusheng's condition deteriorated with each attack. After two minutes of relentless pounding, he felt his head spinning, his body desperately vying for self-healing energy, and the continuous 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. He saw a kick aimed at his head and quickly blocked it with his arm, but his body slid sideways several meters.
After rolling, he quickly got up and elbowed Chen Chuan, who was chasing him. Chen Chuan ducked, raised his hand to block, and grabbed Wei Wusheng's arm. With a twist, he effortlessly carried Wei Wusheng over his shoulder and slammed him to the ground with a powerful throw.
The impact created a large crack in the ground behind Wei Wusheng, and the intense vibration shook his internal organs, causing even his resilient bones to fracture. He couldn't help but let out a groan, and blood trickled from his mouth.
Lying there, he looked up and saw Chen Chuan calmly descending upon him. "Is that all you've got...?" he roared, attempting to get up. But before he could complete the action, a fist slammed into his face, sending him flying back down!
It wasn't over yet. Chen Chuan's other fist came down, and Wei Wusheng's hands suddenly became soft and flexible, coiling upwards like a snake, trying to lock onto Chen Chuan's fist. However, the muscles on Chen Chuan's arm tensed, forcing Wei Wusheng's arms apart, and a punch landed squarely on his face, driving his head into the ground.
More punches followed in quick succession, like a dense rain of blows aimed at his head. The ground behind his head cracked as if pounded by a hammer, and a shallow pit gradually formed.
The entire audience in the arena held their breath, their mouths agape at the scene.
After an unknown number of punches, a cracking sound echoed as Chen Chuan's fist stopped. He could feel the hard skull beneath his fist, now shattered. The body beneath him had lost all signs of life.
Chen Chuan slowly stood up, leaving the body behind, and walked out. But after about twenty steps, he heard a noise behind him.
He turned to see a small, slender figure in a black Western-style suit. The man looked vaguely familiar, and after a moment of thought, he realized it was Han Laomao.
Han Laomao grabbed Wei Wusheng's hair with one hand and, with the other, slashed his throat with his sharp fingers. "I've got Wei Wusheng's head!" he exclaimed.
In an instant, he could take Wei Wusheng's head and leave with the bounty. As for Chen Chuan's earlier efforts...
Chen Chuan had been careless; Han Laomao had waited patiently for this opportunity.
Han Laomao's five claws were about to sever Wei Wusheng's head, but to his surprise, he encountered a hard obstacle. Startled, he sensed something amiss and tried to retreat.
His movements were incredibly agile, and even if Wei Wusheng was powerful, it was useless if he couldn't touch him. This was why Han Laomao could take on this task and boldly proclaim his skills.
However, as he leaped into the air, his leg was suddenly grabbed, causing him to panic.
Despite his skill, he used this force to twist and flip downwards, a technique that allowed him to escape even when caught. As he twisted, he reached for Wei Wusheng's chest, but as his fingers entered the flesh, they were caught by resilient muscles, trapping him.
Han Laomao was now stuck on Wei Wusheng's body.
"Not good!" he thought, breaking into a cold sweat.
At that moment, he felt the body beneath him slowly sit up and grab his other leg. He realized something and cried out in panic, "No...!"
Before he could finish his cry, Wei Wusheng grabbed his legs and forcefully tore them apart with a loud ripping sound.
A shower of internal organs and blood fell onto the ground, covering Wei Wusheng's body.
Chen Chuan's gaze fixed on Wei Wusheng, whose eyes had rolled back, clearly unconscious and without breath. Yet, his body stood up, a terrifying sight. Chen Chuan heard a powerful heartbeat, thumping in his ears, and he looked at Wei Wusheng's chest.
Is it the heart? he wondered.
Although Wei Wusheng's head was split open, and his consciousness was gone, a hidden power within his body stirred.
The heart, sensing the threat to its host, seized the opportunity of the fading consciousness to merge with the body's power. The two hearts united, and a new being emerged—Yongjian Yi.
Chen Chuan watched as Yongjian Yi tried to rise from the shallow pit. He slowly raised his hand, fingers clenching together, and then he charged forward. As he did, the second self merged with Yongjian Yi, and in an instant, he crossed twenty meters of space, his hand like a blade, plunging deep into Wei Wusheng's chest.
Chen Chuan looked at Yongjian Yi's terrifying face and said, "Farewell." His fingers tightened, crushing the still-beating heart.
Wei Wusheng's body convulsed, his head slumping down, and blood poured from his facial features and wounds all over his body.
Chen Chuan slowly pulled his arm out, allowing the body to fall back into the shattered pavement, the blood quickly filling the shallow pit.
At that moment, Chen Chuan also felt a sense of liberation, as if a bond had been broken. A sound like a gong echoed in his ears, and a powerful force surged through his limbs and body.
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(End of Chapter)
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