Chapter 440: Severed Life
Chapter 440: Severed Life
The Iron Demon, under the force of the heavy and powerful strike, couldn't help but sink down, its metamorphic tissues contracting to impede the downward slash.
But Chen Chuan didn't dwell on this. He withdrew his saber, not waiting for his wounds to heal, and slashed again.
Affected by the severed bones and muscles, the Iron Demon struggled to adjust its movements and exert force. It could only barely block the next attacks, and under Chen Chuan's relentless slashes, more deep cuts appeared on its body. It grunted and retreated.
Chen Chuan showed no signs of stopping. Just as he prepared to continue his relentless slashes, the Iron Demon finally couldn't bear it and burst out with a powerful force. Only then did Chen Chuan take a step back.
He stood there, gently shaking the saber outward, flinging the tendrils and messy flesh and blood that were wrapped around it onto the ground.
The Iron Demon's wounds were rapidly healing, and the broken spaces were quickly filled by the regenerating tendrils. Even the cracked bones were mending, and within a few breaths, it seemed as if it had never been injured.
Chen Chuan's expression remained calm. He had noticed that while the Iron Demon's speed and strength had caught up, the overwhelming presence it exuded was not as intense as before.
In his opinion, strength and speed required coordination to be fully utilized. If one had strength but lacked control and flexibility, or if speed was too fast to control, then the skill was useless. And at this moment, the Iron Demon was exhibiting these flaws.
In other words, the growth it had experienced was not beneficial but rather hindering.
He gazed at the tendrils on the Iron Demon's body. As a fighter, the Iron Demon should understand this, but it might not have been its own choice.
He slowly pointed the tip of his saber at the Iron Demon, and the qi mist on his body, along with the light mist, slowly rose.
These were unrelated to him. He only knew that by completing this mission, he could return to the central city and receive guidance from a higher power.
Before that, he had to eliminate the obstacle before him.
He shook his saber and charged forward. The saber's light clashed with the spear in his hand several times, but after a few clashes, he felt the opponent's strength start to scatter, and their speed gradually couldn't keep up.
The saber's light suddenly wrapped around the spear, breaking it. With two quick slashes, the Iron Demon tried to block, but its stance was clearly disorganized, and its center of gravity shifted.
Chen Chuan exerted force and thrust the long saber forward, piercing the shoulder socket. This force penetrated the muscles and seemed about to explode the flesh there in the next moment.
The Iron Demon's eyes changed, and it struggled to control the metamorphic tissues, while the limited essence blood in its heart was transmitted outward, attempting to quickly repair the damaged area.
Chen Chuan saw the force gathering there, and his eyes flashed. He suddenly withdrew his saber, and with a swift flick, he slashed upward.
This strike was as fast as lightning, precisely targeting the moment when the Iron Demon's metamorphic tissues couldn't react. With this slash, the spear-wielding arm was severed and flew into the air!
The Iron Demon stared at him with bloodshot eyes, but it seemed as if it felt nothing. The other whip-like arm lashed out, wrapping around Chen Chuan's body, trying to pull him towards itself.
Chen Chuan immediately spread his feet, stabilizing his center of gravity, and stood firm. Simultaneously, he took a deep breath, and his body became even hotter.
He reached out, grabbed the whip limb, and with a jerk, the limb straightened. He then pressed his saber against it and slashed, instantly severing the whip.
Without waiting to shake off the tendrils wrapped around his body, he stepped forward, lunged, and in an instant, appeared before the Iron Demon. Using the momentum from the charge, he stabbed its abdomen, piercing through the outer wrapping and into its internal organs, stopping only when it reached the hard spine.
Although this strike didn't pierce through the Iron Demon, it made it stumble and retreat. Chen Chuan grabbed the broken whip limb, dragged it closer, released the saber hilt with his left hand, and punched the Iron Demon's face mask with his elbow!
This strike emitted a thunderous rumble, and countless cracks appeared on the iron mask. The Iron Demon tilted its head back, and shattered teeth sprayed out with blood.
It stumbled back a few steps, but the force that had penetrated its abdomen exploded. The tough ligaments that wrapped around there also exploded, and although the tendrils instinctively tried to heal and contract, it was visible to the naked eye that the healing speed had slowed down.
His eyes glinted slightly. Healing wounds required the consumption of essence blood, and the current situation indicated that the essence blood and divine mind were struggling to keep up with the combat attrition.
Chen Chuan stepped forward, drew his long saber, and with a pull, he yanked it out. Amidst the Iron Demon's grunts, he grabbed its arm, spun, and slammed it to the ground, creating a cloud of dust and a deep pit.
The Iron Demon spat out a mouthful of blood and tried to get up, but Chen Chuan kicked it down. Then, he grabbed its single arm and lifted the entire body, slamming it to the ground on the other side.
Boom! Another thunderous resonance reverberated.
The Iron Demon struggled on the ground, attempting to rise again, but was met with yet another forceful slam, followed by a fourth, a fifth...
After an unknown number of repetitions, the Iron Demon could no longer stand. His body appeared nearly white, as if soaked in water for an extended period. The once-plump muscles and bones beneath his skin now deflated, leaving only a thin layer of skin. His eyes sank deep into their sockets.
His chest heaved rapidly, and above his line of sight stood a figure, gazing down at him. However, the rising dust obscured the face.
Chen Chuan plunged Xue Jun's saber into the ground, drew a short sword from his waist, and knelt. He aimed the blade at the Iron Demon's neck, grabbed his hair bun, and lifted it. Staring ahead, he said, "Farewell."
With a flex of his arm, a cracking sound echoed, and the Iron Demon's head was lifted from his grasp, now severed.
Chen Chuan sheathed his short sword, held the head in front of him, and removed the shattered mask from its face, revealing a swollen, bloodied visage. Despite the disfigurement, the face appeared youthful, and its contours seemed familiar.
As he stared, the eyes on the face suddenly flipped, and a white substance shot out, piercing his eyes.
However, just as he approached, a powerful hand grabbed the substance, preventing its advance.
Chen Chuan's expression remained unchanged as he examined the substance. Its body was full of wrinkles, resembling an elongated brain, writhing incessantly, especially at the pressure of his fingers.
He realized this substance might be the Iron Demon's true form, an active mutation.
According to Instructor Tian Yu and Consultant Rao, even if the body was destroyed, as long as this substance remained, it could continue to exist. Furthermore, if it acquired a new body of the same level, it could rapidly return to its original strength through unique means.
However, this substance itself didn't possess much strength. At least, relative to a complete fighter, the only option was a surprise attack.
Chen Chuan clenched his hand, crushing the substance, causing the tendrils and main body to burst under the force, disintegrating into tiny shreds of flesh that rained down.
According to the information, crushing this substance was sufficient to deal with it. The rest could be ignored, but to be thorough, it was best to burn it. However, the situation with his teammates was more pressing, so he could deal with this later.
Chen Chuan tied the Iron Demon's head to his waist, picked up its mask, and walked towards the riverbank, carrying the two broken spears.
The battle ahead continued, but the four could hear the commotion on the other side had ceased. Due to the dust and vegetation, they couldn't determine the victor.
The two Imperial Samurai were confident because they believed their Commander would always emerge victorious. However, when a figure appeared in the distance, and they noticed the head tied to his waist, their morale took a severe hit. Their once-steady stance crumbled in an instant.
The Iron Demon was not only their superior but also their mental pillar. They couldn't fathom the defeat and beheading of their seemingly invincible Commander.
Stimulated by this, their biofields became agitated. If they maintained their defense, they could endure, but with Chen Chuan joining the battle, it was uncertain how long they could last. Yuan Qiuyuan and Qin Qingque immediately spotted an opening.
Yuan Qiuyuan's staff lashed out like a venomous dragon, piercing through the spear. He struck the opponent's forehead, causing the helmet to explode, and the head snapped backward.
With a loud shout, Yuan Qiuyuan leaped from his position, both hands high, wielding the staff. He smashed it down, hitting the opponent's forehead with a loud bang. Blood gushed from the samurai's eyes, ears, and nose, and the struck part of the head caved in. The body then toppled backward.
Qin Qingque's cold glow pierced the throat, entering from the front and exiting the back of the neck.
She held her gun with one hand, paused, then fired. The samurai knelt and fell forward. She drew the gun, shook the red plume, and blood splattered before she gracefully holstered the weapon.
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(End of Chapter)
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