Chapter 572: Broken Machine
Chapter 572: Broken Machine
Xiang Tiancheng noticed the clothing on Chen Chuan and rubbed his chin, "The Handling Bureau? Is this a government official? This is going to be difficult."
The fighters glanced at each other, and even without physical contact, they could roughly gauge each other's level based on their experience.
At this moment, facing Chen Chuan, Xiang Tiancheng's expression was not as relaxed as it was with Che Gao Yi. He could sense a dangerous signal from Chen Chuan.
Only someone of the same caliber could give him such a feeling.
It seemed that the suitcase in Chen Chuan's hand indeed contained what he was looking for. Otherwise, the company and the government wouldn't have sent such powerful individuals.
It was something that must be retrieved.
Besides, why should he work hard only for others to reap the benefits? Thinking this way, he felt particularly annoyed.
His gaze fixed on Chen Chuan's figure, and he slowly took a step back, slowly opening his hands.
Just as the internal force flowed within his body and he was about to lift his heel, a vibration came from the ground in the distance. He glanced over and saw Number Nine running towards them, heading straight for Chen Chuan.
He was obviously attracted by the suitcase in Chen Chuan's hand.
Xiang Tiancheng let out a soft laugh and paused for a moment, standing still.
Chen Chuan also noticed Number Nine running towards them. He planted the Snow Lady Saber into the ground, leaving one hand free, and stood still.
Number Nine's speed was incredibly fast, and with his robust build, he could feel the powerful gust as he approached. The broken branches and leaves behind him were swept up, forming a rolling cloud of dust.
Chen Chuan slightly lowered his center of gravity, and as Number Nine approached, he swiftly reached out and accurately grabbed Number Nine's outstretched wrist. With a spin, he flung Number Nine away.
This throw not only utilized Number Nine's momentum but also incorporated a capturing force. Number Nine flew out, breaking several trees in succession, leaving a long trail on the ground before finally crashing into a mound of dirt, raising a cloud of dust and dirt.
After a while, Number Nine's biological fiber skeleton quickly reset his dislocated arm. The impact and abrasion injuries on his body also recovered quickly, and he nonchalantly stood up.
However, as he took a step forward, he suddenly froze.
When Chen Chuan had thrown him, not only did he use capturing force, but he also employed heart force.
This force would linger within the target's body, causing greater damage if not dispelled in time. Therefore, Number Nine suffered secondary damage, even more severe than the initial collision, leaving him temporarily immobile.
At the moment Chen Chuan threw Number Nine away, Xiang Tiancheng on the other side also made his move.
The latter didn't bother with notions of fairness. The Resistance Front and the government were clearly enemies, so there was no reason to pass up an opportunity.
They were initially not far apart, and now Xiang Tiancheng suddenly closed the distance. With a sideways kick, he attacked.
Chen Chuan swiftly raised his hand to block, and their fists and feet collided, creating a booming sound as the air exploded, sending dirt and grass flying.
His eyes deepened, and he sensed the heart force...
Xiang Tiancheng's eyes narrowed as his kick was blocked. He focused, thinking, "Heart force?"
His expression changed from its previous nonchalance. A fighter skilled in heart force was not comparable to the previous two individuals. Usually, unless one had trained in horizontal conditioning, a single strike from an opponent could end the fight.
However, Xiang Tiancheng was an exception. His cyclone force could convert force to a certain extent, so even if his opponent's power was strong, he didn't need to be overly cautious.
Twisting his body, he kicked again, followed by a series of punches and kicks. Taking advantage of Chen Chuan's momentary distraction after throwing Number Nine, he seized the opportunity to launch a series of attacks.
This kind of proactive offense was his favorite style, constantly pressuring his opponent. And when the opponent was unaware of his force's details, they usually wouldn't hastily counterattack but would first stabilize themselves, only retaliating when his momentum waned.
He was very experienced in this regard. The opponent would usually unleash their force after adjusting, only to have it sent back by his cyclone force. Although he might not be able to severely injure his opponent, he could at least suppress their rising momentum.
According to past experience, after a few such exchanges, the opponent would often lose their rhythm and be completely controlled by him.
Chen Chuan steadily blocked each of his attacks, but he noticed a detail. After their heart forces collided, the opponent didn't hesitate to rush forward instead of retreating.
Every subsequent attack was a solid, fearless collision, seemingly unconcerned about his force's threat.
This situation was absolutely abnormal among fighters skilled in heart force.
Most fighters couldn't guarantee they wouldn't be injured in a heart force clash, making it a losing proposition.
For someone to dare to do this, they either had utmost confidence in their force or possessed a unique force, like Nie Guanshan's type, unafraid of direct confrontation.
He believed that this was the latter's technique, with a slight smile, continued to follow his own rhythm. After connecting with the other's attacks for over ten moves, he had adjusted his defense and keenly seized the opportunity to strike when he sensed a slight hesitation in the other's offense. Without hesitation, he unleashed a punch that directly penetrated the other's defense.
Xiang Tiancheng's eyes lit up as he had been waiting for this moment. With a palm, he blocked the other's powerful force and, in an instant, redirected the concentrated energy into his own body. Then, with a swift kick, he combined his own power with the redirected force and unleashed it.
Chen Chuan lifted his hand to block the kick, allowing both forces to enter his body. However, his expression remained unchanged, and he even had the strength to point forward with his fingers.
Xiang Tiancheng was surprised that this attack didn't have the expected effect. He was startled, but even though his mind had misjudged, his body reacted correctly, and he quickly twisted his body to dodge, raising his elbow to block.
Chen Chuan's fingers swiftly struck his arm. Since the other's defense was hurried and lacked sufficient force, he couldn't withstand the heart force attack. The skin on his arm cracked open where it made contact, and as the force penetrated, his arm bones also began to break, and the force continued to spread into his body.
If he allowed the force to continue, it would directly cause severe injury. But at this moment, Xiang Tiancheng finally adjusted.
His cyclone force could be activated from any part of his body. With the cover of his arm, he twisted his body, diverting the force to other parts, preventing further harm.
He dared not divert the force to the ground, as it would cause the ground to sink and disrupt his balance. In the heat of battle, he preferred to endure the force rather than restrict his footwork.
Although he had resolved the crisis, he had lost a move.
He took a glance at the book, confirming that there were no errors in the version.
Chen Chuan's next move was swift. His five fingers spread out, grabbing Xiang Tiancheng's arm and instantly converting the scattered force into a capturing force.
Earlier, when facing Che Gao Yi, Xiang Tiancheng could easily manipulate the force. But now, against Chen Chuan, he felt powerless.
At this moment, all of Chen Chuan's altered tissues were fully focused on self-defense, unable to control any external force, let alone a capturing heart force. In an instant, half of his body went numb, and the altered tissues there lost their responsiveness. This feeling quickly spread throughout his entire body.
Xiang Tiancheng's heart sank, knowing that a single misjudgment could be the difference between life and death.
Just then, a gust of wind blew, and a shadow rushed over, it was Number Nine, charging towards the two of them once again.
Chen Chuan's eyes flashed, and he kicked out, unleashing a powerful force that exploded on Number Nine's neck. With a loud crack, his neck twisted, and his entire body was flung to the side.
Xiang Tiancheng seized this opportunity, and the altered tissues on half of his body quickly responded, neutralizing the capturing force. Simultaneously, he slapped Chen Chuan's face with his palm.
Chen Chuan felt his force dissipate, so he didn't insist on grabbing his opponent. He released his fingers, raising his hand to block Xiang Tiancheng's palm. Xiang Tiancheng's palm struck him, but instead of releasing a shockwave, he used the force to push himself backward, creating some distance between them.
As he landed at a distance, Xiang Tiancheng's arm injury and numbness quickly recovered. He looked at Chen Chuan, acknowledging that this opponent was truly formidable, and he had met his match today.
The next time, he wouldn't make such a mistake.
There was still more to this battle.
Chen Chuan glanced at him and then turned to look at Number Nine. In just a short while, the creature's broken neck had healed, and it stood up from the ground.
Chen Chuan understood that this creature had strong resilience. It seemed that unless he completely destroyed it, it would continue to interfere with his battles. Taking a deep breath, he exhaled, and white smoke rose from his body.
Xiang Tiancheng suddenly felt a chill down his spine. Ignoring the offense, he took a large step backward.
Number Nine didn't have such awareness. Its consciousness was focused solely on its target. As long as the creature remained with Chen Chuan, it would relentlessly attack him. So, it charged forward once more.
Chen Chuan's eyes narrowed, and his figure suddenly disappeared from its original spot. In an instant, a thunderous roar reverberated through the empty space, followed by a loud boom and a cloud of dust rising around them.
Xiang Tiancheng looked over, and his eyelids twitched uncontrollably.
In the midst of the dust, Chen Chuan maintained his palm-pressing posture, and wisps of smoke rose from his outstretched fingers.
Across from him, Number Nine lay on the ground, its upper body and head blown open from the inside out. The artificial altered tissues were still trying to wriggle and repair themselves, but due to the extensive damage, they could only move feebly.
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(End of Chapter)
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