Chapter 669: The Mercenary Group
Chapter 669: The Mercenary Group
As the truncheon swung down, Chen Chuan's gaze lowered, and his body remained still. In a flash, his left foot kicked upwards, colliding with the incoming truncheon.
The truncheon cracked with a sharp 'pa' sound, but Chen Chuan's foot seemed unaffected, and he continued his momentum towards the attacker behind him.
The man's pupils constricted, and he hastily crossed his arms to block the incoming kick. The force was immense, pushing his arms against his face with a 'peng' sound. His rushing body was abruptly halted, and a visible shockwave erupted where their bodies made contact.
A moment later, with a loud 'hong,' the man was sent flying like a cannonball into a building above the street behind him.
Despite the impact, the man's temperament was extremely tough. In mid-air, he extended his hand, and his five fingers dug into the concrete wall beside him. With a buzzing sound, he gouged five grooves into the wall, halting his body mid-air before falling back to the ground with a loud 'peng.'
He exhaled, straightened his body, and slowly raised his head, glaring fiercely at the distant Chen Chuan. Simultaneously, his shoulders trembled, and his muscular arms shook. Instantly, a circle of gray dust exploded from his muscles, exuding a formidable aura.
His arms were trained in a unique chi force, so after blocking the kick, his skin remained untouched.
However, just as the man's internal adapted tissues gathered strength and he took a step forward to launch another attack at Chen Chuan, his expression changed slightly. His foot seemed to lose strength, as if stepping on air, and he stumbled forward a few steps before leaning forward. He braced himself on the ground with his arm, and a mouthful of fresh blood sprayed onto the ground.
Although his arm, due to the densely adapted tissues, appeared unharmed at first glance, the moment he made contact with Chen Chuan, a soft chi force had already infiltrated his body.
This heart chi force, characterized by its string-like emptiness, instantly destroyed most of his adapted tissues. While externally he seemed fine, internally, his body was a mess, hidden and delayed in its effects, leaving him unaware of his condition.
Chen Chuan didn't look at him again. This man hadn't even mastered the heart chi force, and when Chen Chuan had used his mental shock earlier, it seemed like the man had some protective item on him. Additionally, due to their distance, the man hadn't been affected. But to dare engage in a head-on clash with Chen Chuan with just that was a display of immense confidence.
The man still refused to admit defeat. With a groan, he forced himself to stand, but his body trembled and shook as he did so. His bones creaked, making it almost impossible for him to stand straight. Yet, he stubbornly persisted, and after the third attempt, his skin cracked with a 'pipa' sound, revealing fissures from which blood oozed.
At that moment, his body shuddered, and he collapsed onto the ground with a 'putong' sound, raising a cloud of dust. His eyes rolled back, and he lost consciousness. Blood seeped through his skin and quickly formed a large pool.
Chen Chuan took a few steps forward and looked outside. To his left was a man in a sleeveless protective suit, his skin a grayish-brown hue, and his hair curly. He held five dangling soft ropes in one hand, and his arms and exposed muscles were intertwined, exuding wildness.
As Chen Chuan observed him, he suddenly sensed something. He sidestepped, and a loud 'hong' sounded as a large hole exploded in the street corner. A metal dart was embedded deep within, its power comparable to a cannonball, creating a shocking scene.
Chen Chuan glanced to the other side, about two kilometers away. There, a young man stood on a slightly elevated spot. He wore windproof goggles and had piles of waist-high metal bullets beside him. At that moment, he lifted his chin in a defiant gesture towards Chen Chuan.
In front of the young man stood a sturdy, muscular man with earrings and a headband, seemingly responsible for cover. He held a solid-looking black shield.
The young man picked up a bullet, weighed it in his hand, spun on the spot, and threw it towards Chen Chuan.
A 'swoosh' sounded as the bullet flew through the air, rapidly growing larger in Chen Chuan's vision.
Chen Chuan merely tilted his head, allowing the bullet to fly past his head. Behind him, the sound of a wall cracking echoed, followed by a cloud of dust and smoke.
Chen Chuan calmly spoke to his dimensional token, "An Dun, verify the identities of these people."
"An Dun acknowledges...
...Searching for information."
In a moment, his token displayed a series of texts and images, including videos and photographs. The information revealed that these individuals belonged to a mercenary group called Karnan. They were part of the Jhila Galad Confederation, a large-scale mercenary platform rather than a traditional group, with four core members—three men and one woman—each with distinctive traits, as seen in the video.
At this moment, nearly everyone he saw was a recruited member, likely local mercenaries and fighters from Hold Rogado, as their identities weren't revealed due to their absence from public platforms and unfamiliarity in the area.
Among them, only one person stood out—the young man who threw the metal dart. He bore a striking resemblance to Radosimi, one of the four core figures, renowned for his throwing skills. The name Radosimi was inspired by a local hero who, according to legend, used a stone whip to annihilate seven monsters on Cambana Mountain.
According to the information, this man had a talented brother. If so, this individual was likely the core figure among the newcomers.
Chen Chuan's gaze fixed on him.
The young man seemed to sense Chen Chuan's stare, mistaking it for a reaction to his provocation. He puffed out his chest, flexed his arms, and spun in place to showcase his back and arm muscles.
Chen Chuan focused on the man ahead. In the next moment, he took a step forward, and the air erupted with a shattering blast. His figure instantly surged towards the man, causing street signs and glass to vibrate with a buzzing sound before shattering. A cloud of dust swirled in the air where he passed.
The burly man, tasked with covering the young man, witnessed this spectacle and roared as he charged forward, raising his shield to block Chen Chuan.
Chen Chuan's surroundings rapidly retreated, and he found himself in front of the burly man in an instant. He punched the shield with a single blow.
The burly man's eyes widened, his veins bulged, and he let out a roar, bracing the shield. The two men abruptly halted, and the ground beneath their feet exploded outward, sending pebbles flying into the nearby buildings, creating small craters as if hit by bullets.
The burly man's arm muscles were taut, straining against his protective suit. His headband had flown off during the intense clash of forces, revealing his forehead with bulging veins. His earring trembled, but he maintained his stance, appearing to have blocked the attack.
Chen Chuan retracted his fist and stood upright, then sidestepped the man and continued forward.
The burly man remained motionless, but after a while, his shield cracked and shattered into pieces. His body started to tremble, as if infused with blood energy. His face turned crimson, and after a moment, his head exploded with a loud bang. The headless corpse swayed and fell to the side.
The young man across from Chen Chuan witnessed this, his pupils contracting momentarily. However, he showed no sign of retreat. Instead, he began manipulating the metal darts by his side with rapid hand and foot movements, spinning his body in a blur of motion. The darts rained down like a storm, and the piles of darts near him, almost half his height, descended swiftly. The air filled with the swooshing sound of darts in flight.
Chen Chuan tracked the darts' trajectories and casually extended a hand, effortlessly swatting them away.
The young man's increased speed seemed to compromise his accuracy, as some darts missed Chen Chuan and crashed into nearby buildings, creating explosions akin to actual bombs. Walls crumbled, and corners of buildings were blown away.
Realizing that this tactic wasn't stopping Chen Chuan, the young man halted his actions and took a moment to regulate his breathing. He inhaled deeply, skyward, then grasped a single dart. Crossing his legs and leaning forward, he extended the dart-holding arm backward while placing the other hand forward, fingers pointing towards his face.
His posture was as graceful as a dance, his muscles rippling like flowing water. After a moment, he exerted himself, spinning rapidly in place as if turning dozens of times in an instant, then abruptly stopping and flinging the dart forward!
In this moment, all his strength converged on the dart, transmitted through his muscles. Even his limb tips' adaptation organs contributed to the force, causing his fingers to flex forward with resilience. His body assumed a posture of mechanical beauty, leaning forward. In this instant, even his hair and sweat seemed to flow towards the front.
This throw far surpassed his previous limits, as if drawing upon a concentrated spiritual force. It surged forward with incredible speed.
But in the next moment, a hand reached out, and the metal dart was caught with a sharp clapping sound. After a pause, a booming explosion reverberated.
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(End of Chapter)
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