Chapter 422: Dominance
Chapter 422: Dominance
As Sister Huan witnessed Chen Chuan suddenly appearing before her, and the blade that seemed capable of crushing her, her eyes narrowed.
But she didn't retreat; instead, she harnessed the momentum of her charge, channeling the power from her waist and back, all the way to the tips of her twin daggers. With precise control, she tapped a specific spot on the blade, creating a brief impact that deflected it aside.
Even though it was just a fleeting collision, she could still sense the immense strength emanating from the blade, causing her body to involuntarily veer to one side.
Just as Chen Chuan was about to adjust his blade, a fierce gust of wind suddenly blew from both sides, causing the ground to tremble. At that moment, the two remaining team members finished their adjustments and rushed towards him together.
Having trained together with Sister Huan numerous times, these team members understood her intentions from her movements. She aimed to stall Chen Chuan's actions through direct confrontation, providing them with an opportunity to launch an ambush.
Seizing the moment, they rushed into the inner circle and simultaneously employed a grappling technique to entangle and restrain Chen Chuan.
Their plan was to have someone engage him head-on, then use this opportunity to immobilize Chen Chuan with grappling techniques, preventing him from moving or unleashing his full potential.
Sister Huan possessed a move called "Heart-Piercing Spear," which, when executed with sufficient momentum, could increase her speed by more than double in an instant. If they could restrict Chen Chuan's movements, even for a fleeting moment, it would create an opening for her to strike.
As they charged forward, Sister Huan began adjusting her breath. She suddenly halted, her body coming to a stop as she crouched slightly, pointing her daggers forward, poised to leap forward.
Beneath her tight-fitting bodysuit, her muscles rippled like water currents, indicating that her mutated tissue was gathering power.
Meanwhile, Chen Chuan, facing the two rushing opponents, released the Xue Jun Blade and extended both hands, instantly grasping the thick arms they reached out towards him.
The two opponents immediately felt a surge of power entering their bodies, causing half of their bodies to go numb and powerless. They realized this was some kind of capture power, and their faces contorted with shock and anger.
After securing the two opponents, Chen Chuan turned his attention to Sister Huan, who had already adjusted her stance. With a light tap of her toes, she created a small pit beneath her feet, sending gravel flying backward. Like an arrow released from a bowstring, she charged towards Chen Chuan.
Chen Chuan released his grip on the two opponents and caught the hilt of the Xue Jun Blade before it touched the ground. With a swift upward sweep, he deflected the two converging daggers with a metallic clang, although the force behind them was indeed formidable, causing his feet to slide backward.
Sister Huan, too, was shaken by the deflection and stumbled backward. Fortunately, the two teammates on either side had recovered from their paralysis and were ready to assist.
They roared and charged towards Chen Chuan, their faces flushed red, bodies radiating intense heat, and their physiques visibly enlarged. The potent scent of drugs seemed to seep through their pores.
However, as they took their first steps, Chen Chuan, as if anticipating their move, released the Xue Jun Blade once more. With a gentle reach, he accurately grasped their outstretched arms and wrists.
Their bodies, just like before, went numb involuntarily, rendering half of their bodies immobile. Their faces contorted in confusion, wondering how Chen Chuan could precisely predict their attacks, as if they were willingly offering themselves up to him.
This was because they were operating within Chen Chuan's field domain, and their bodies were openly expressing their intentions, leaving every bit of information, rhythm, and intention exposed.
At this moment, Sister Huan was still adjusting her stance after landing, but upon seeing her teammates being restrained again, she knew that if she didn't act, they might be killed by Chen Chuan in the next instant. Hastily gathering her strength, she leaped forward.
Chen Chuan, having anticipated her move, also lunged forward. As he passed between the two teammates, he grabbed the unsheathed Xue Jun Blade and raised it high. With both hands on the hilt, he slashed downward towards the charging figure!
Sister Huan's expression tightened as she saw the descending blade. She knew that in the collision, the blade would reach her first, and even if she didn't die instantly, the remaining force might not be enough to cause significant damage to Chen Chuan.
Left with no choice, she stepped back and dodged the blade's edge.
Chen Chuan, as if he had anticipated her decision, stopped the descending blade mid-swing, pointing it straight ahead. Then, with a conscious transfer of power, the sheath detached from the blade and flew forward in a straight line.
Sister Huan, who was sidestepping, suddenly realized something and her expression changed, her face revealing a sense of urgency.
Chen Chuan's demeanor remained calm. He held the hilt with both hands, turned his body, and brought the blade over his head. With a powerful forward slash, a flash of blade light swept across the two charging figures!
In an instant, their bodies and limbs were severed mid-air, yet they continued to fly forward due to inertia, eventually scattering and falling to the ground in pieces, rolling out behind Chen Chuan at a considerable distance.
Chen Chuan maintained his slashing stance, as a gust of wind blew by, carrying the smoke from the bridge's surface past him. The blood beneath his feet flowed and spread, mingling with the wind.
He glanced back and spotted Sister Huan on the other side, her eyes briefly revealing a hint of fear before returning to a lifeless calm.
It was clear that she had abandoned all concern for her life.
Sister Huan took a breath, struck the two long spikes in her hands together, and then spread them apart, causing her biological field to surge and expand.
The altered tissue on her body twitched beneath the fitted suit, forming ridges as if her muscles and bones were transforming.
She had completely disregarded her survival and unleashed all her stored Shen Chang essence and blood, causing the altered tissue to sense the imminence of life and death, triggering a final struggle, and unleashing its full potential.
Chen Chuan stood calmly, watching her, as wisps of white vapor rose from his body, unperturbed by the gusting wind.
Sister Huan slowly crouched, her eyes fixed on Chen Chuan. Her face and forehead were marked by protruding veins, and her body temperature rapidly rose.
She knew that without the restraint of the two missing team members, her failure to attack would mean certain death. This strike would be her only chance, and she would invest everything into it.
After a moment, she stepped forward, generating power from her feet that traveled up through her waist, abdomen, and back, propelled by the full force of the altered tissue. She lunged forward with this energy, which culminated in the long spikes in her hands.
Her body moved with lightning speed, seemingly without regard for the aftermath. But as she approached, she waved her hands, throwing something forward.
Chen Chuan saw the long spikes flying towards him at an even faster pace. He deflected one with a swift upward sweep of his Snow Empress Blade, creating a ringing sound, but the other spike was unavoidable, seemingly destined to pierce through his head.
Sister Huan couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope, but as the spike hit its target, it seemed to pass through a phantom, flying straight towards the opposite side, crossing over thirty meters before embedding itself into the railing and disappearing entirely.
She was taken aback, and as she had exerted herself too much, her body was propelled forward. A palm was placed on her throat, and as her body collided, a cracking sound echoed as her neck broke.
Chen Chuan kept his arm extended, his gaze shifting to Sister Huan, whose body had gone completely limp, her dangling feet just above the ground. Her hair fell across her hand, concealing her face, but he could sense her stubbornly clinging to her last breath.
After a while, Sister Huan's mouth moved, her muscles vibrating to produce a sound:
"Why?"
Chen Chuan understood she was referring to her final strike, and he replied sincerely, "Sorry, you missed."
This was the application of the biological field. Sister Huan's Shen Chang essence and blood had been entirely invested in that strike, and the overstimulation of the altered tissue, coupled with intense emotional release, made her external senses highly susceptible to external disturbances.
Chen Chuan, with his keen perception, sensed this and subtly manipulated the field, sending minute disturbances her way.
Although this could only cause minor interference, perhaps just a fleeting moment, in the midst of a rapid attack, these tiny deviations could lead to vastly different outcomes.
Perhaps if he had chosen to endure the attack head-on, the result might have been the same. But when the situation wasn't urgent, and a technical solution was available, he usually opted for skill over brute force.
At that moment, the sound of helicopter blades echoed from a distance. He looked up to see two small white hovercrafts approaching, adorned with the Fusion Boundary Corporation's emblem, and equipped with visible forward-facing machine guns.
The section of the bridge that Chen Chuan had assigned to Meng Shu earlier was precisely this stretch.
Given its location between the White Bird District and the Central City District, it was the only spot where reinforcements would struggle to arrive in time. So, he had arranged for Fusion Boundary's hovercraft to be stationed nearby, ready to provide support and eliminate any threats.
And now, with the convoy under attack, the hovercraft was approaching, and it had arrived.
Chen Chuan noticed this and turned his attention back to Sister Huan, whose life force had ceased, not due to a lack of vitality but by her own hand.
He lowered his arm, letting it rest on the ground, and with the Snow Empress Blade in hand, he walked through the smoke towards the executive car.
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(End of Chapter)
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