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Chapter 550: Fragmentation
Chapter 550: Fragmentation
With additional support from the Action Committee, the firepower density on the high-rise buildings on both sides weakened significantly, allowing the mercenaries to increase their speed and approach the Rift.
Fang Zhixin was restrained by Yu Lie, unable to stop them, so if this situation continued, these people would enter the Rift, retrieve and destroy the Split Body, causing the Rift to lose its stable fulcrum.
However, all of this was based on the premise that no one would intervene.
Lao Hu coldly stared at Chen Bitong in front of him, waiting for his response. Even if the latter could endure and do nothing, as long as the Split Body was retrieved, he had the patience to wait it out.
But he understood Chen Bitong's character; with his personality, he would never wait until that moment but would act swiftly and decisively.
Therefore, although he appeared relaxed, he was actually on high alert, ready to respond to any move.
At this moment, Chen Bitong didn't look at him but glanced into the distance.
Chen Chuan stood by the window, observing, and he could sense that the direction of that glance was precisely where he was, more accurately, the building where the three of them were located.
This person knew they had arrived.
It wasn't surprising; for someone who had cultivated psychic power to perfection, it was impossible not to notice being observed for such a long time.
Especially Yang Can and Nie Guanshan, who didn't hide their scrutiny, perhaps even trying to increase the pressure on him.
Chen Bitong retracted his gaze and met Lao Hu's eyes again. Lao Hu seemed to have no reaction, but his nerves were already taut.
He walked towards Lao Hu, seemingly slowly, but after one step, his figure flickered and appeared further ahead, and then with another step, he advanced a considerable distance.
However, these movements weren't regular. With each step, he sometimes retreated or appeared in other directions.
He was using the Rift to shuttle and adjust his position, seemingly capable of appearing anywhere at any moment.
Lao Hu stood still, his cold eyes now appearing somewhat unfocused. At this moment, he wasn't relying solely on his senses to judge but was using his psychic power to track his opponent's movements.
Once, Chen Bitong's figure even appeared less than three meters in front of him, almost face-to-face for someone of their level, but he remained unmoved, still waiting for something.
After a few more breaths, he suddenly felt a powerful force, and his eyes abruptly focused, sending a palm strike towards one side. With a loud bang, Chen Bitong's figure appeared where he struck.
This time, unlike before, when the two forces collided, the point of contact exploded like a bomb, and a large cloud of smoke and dust billowed outwards.
Then Lao Hu felt that after the initial collision, all his subsequent strikes landed on empty space. Just as Chen Bitong's figure was about to disappear on his side, a second Chen Bitong appeared on the other side and struck him with a palm.
He was prepared, his body unmoving, his left hand passing under his right, and the two palms quickly met, emitting another thunderous blast.
With two Chen Bitongs on either side, a third Chen Bitong appeared behind him, reaching towards his head.
This was because, despite having left the Rift, the momentary figure and a trace of psychic power still remained at the original location due to the speed of his shuttling through the Rift.
Moreover, during this movement, his psychic aura spread everywhere, causing confusion in Lao Hu's perception.
Lao Hu's hands still faced two figures, seemingly unable to defend against the attack from behind. However, he merely tilted his head, and the stiff hair on his back was swept up, carrying a fierce force that collided with Chen Bitong's attack. This figure seemed to show signs of disintegration.
At this moment, where Lao Hu's first clash with Chen Bitong occurred, the figure seemed to suddenly shift from unfocused to focused, and a powerful force emerged from within.
Lao Hu coldly smiled, as expected. He had launched three consecutive strikes, each with full force. Usually, even if he wanted to unleash a fierce force, he would be unable to do so. Therefore, even if this strike couldn't defeat Chen Bitong, he could safely retreat and find another opportunity. However, he had made thorough preparations for this day.
From the start, he had taken a pill specially prepared by the Action Committee for him. At this moment, he fully activated the pill's effects, and in that instant, whether it was the mutated tissue within his body or his psychic aura, everything reached its peak state. Then, aiming at Chen Bitong's location, he unleashed a powerful severance power!
With this surge, as their palms touched, Chen Bitong's arm began to fracture, breaking all the way to his shoulder, and the shattered bones and flesh were clearly visible.
If the momentum were to be successfully transmitted, it would shatter his shoulder and even half of his body, leaving no doubt about the outcome of this battle.
However, at this moment, Lao Hu suddenly felt a sense of emptiness ahead, and the momentum from the opponent only existed at the very front, with nothing substantial behind it as he had imagined.
His pupils constricted involuntarily, and at this moment, to his right, the second shadow of Chen Bitong suddenly solidified, as if a mighty momentum was about to surge from there.
But at this moment, a subtle threat seemed to emanate from his back.
Where was it coming from?
Due to the distribution of his psychic power in multiple locations, he couldn't discern the source of the real attack in his haste.
Based on his understanding of Chen Bitong, the lethal strike was most likely coming from his back, which he couldn't turn to in time, as it was also his weakest point. So, he transferred all the remaining momentum to the hair on his back.
Unexpectedly, the real attack came from the spot where Chen Bitong's arm had been severed earlier, the same position as the first attack.
Only now did he realize that Chen Bitong had been there since his arm was broken, without moving at all.
Whether the attack came from the right or the back, it was merely a psychic distraction, and the momentum rushing from those directions was only superficial, almost collapsing at the slightest touch. In reality, even if he ignored it, it wouldn't cause him any harm.
But he realized this too late, as all the momentum had already been redirected elsewhere. He could only watch helplessly as Chen Bitong raised his intact hand and punched his scapula, while a powerful and resilient momentum surged into his body, unstoppable and spreading to every part of his body.
Instantly, a series of explosive sounds of shattering bones and snapping joints erupted from his entire body.
String Emptiness Power is a type of momentum with strong penetration and permeation abilities, not emphasizing one-hit kills, but possessing formidable destructive power. Those who are attacked will experience intense impact and damage to their mutated tissues, bones, and internal organs in an instant, rendering them unable to exert complete momentum.
Therefore, with this strike, Lao Hu had effectively lost his fighting ability.
Lao Hu knew he had missed his chance, and there was no opportunity left. He stared at Chen Bitong and said, "With this psychic power, you..."
Chen Bitong seemed to know what he wanted to ask and replied in a low voice, "Just a little more, but it's not far now..."
As he spoke, his figure became ethereal, obviously just a shadow left behind.
Lao Hu's eyes turned bloodshot, and the next moment, a loud explosion erupted from within his body, sending thick smoke billowing hundreds of meters high, and a powerful wave of energy spread outward.
Several dozen meters away, Chen Bitong stood watching this scene, understanding Lao Hu. He knew that Lao Hu would rather commit suicide than die at his hands. The act of implanting explosive devices into one's body was something he was absolutely capable of. The last question was most likely a ruse to keep him in place, so Chen Bitong had left a step ahead.
At this moment, a black dot fell from the sky, landing with a 'crack' not far ahead, bouncing a few times on the ground before coming to a stop.
It was the half-face mask that Lao Hu had been wearing, now twisted and deformed beyond recognition.
Chen Bitong silently glanced at it, then looked at his own mask hanging nearby.
The mask was broken in at least seven or eight places from front to back, with bones and flesh blurred together, completely disfigured. In some places, only tendons and muscles tenuously connected, preventing complete severance.
At this moment, he used his other hand to straighten and join the broken pieces, and vital blood surged from within his body. After a while, the bones slowly healed and closed, and the flesh reconnected. Soon after, the surface appeared relatively normal.
Behind him, Yue Lie witnessed this scene, and his heart sank. Lao Hu was dead, so what was the point of persisting? He immediately leaped backward, only to realize that Fang Zhixin hadn't pursued him either.
"You may go," Chen Bitong said at this point.
But Yue Lie smirked and replied, "I won't leave. I can't beat you, Teacher Chen, but I believe I can hold back those cavalry from the former imperial court. I'll stay to block them, but I won't participate in any further actions against you."
Chen Bitong remained silent, seemingly accepting this.
With Lao Hu's death, the mercenaries lost all their fighting spirit. Without being ordered, they abandoned their targets and fled from the square.
At this time, someone informed Mr. Chu, who was located at the rear, in a panic, "Mr. Hu is dead."
Mr. Chu's face remained impassive as he stood in the observation post, half of his face in shadow. He spoke with a somber tone, "Useless."
Far away, on top of a tall building, Chen Chuan and the others witnessed the entire process. Yang Can spat out the cigarette he had been smoking, not sure how many he had smoked, and stretched his neck, producing a few cracking sounds from his joints. "It's over. If the Temporary Special Action Committee can't handle it, then it's our turn."
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(End of Chapter)
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