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Chapter 831: Hidden Power in the Desert Wind
Chapter 831: Hidden Power in the Desert Wind
A rugged vehicle drove across the vast desert, with Chen Chuan seated in the back seat. Along the way, he witnessed vast stretches of barren land, occasionally spotting herders in the distance, but even those sightings became scarce. All he could make out now were the faint silhouettes of wild horses in the far-off horizon.
The Besa Khanate covered an extensive area, and Shahran was not particularly close to Balaktu. Driving there would take approximately half a day.
Of course, he could have reached there faster on his own, but this journey was likely to lead to a confrontation with another fighter, whose strength was unknown. He wouldn't underestimate them just because they were from a small country. Moreover, being in a foreign land, there was no telling what situations might arise. It was best not to expend too much energy before the potential battle.
Chen Chuan had arrived in Balaktu Central City in the morning and had spent less than two hours entering the city and handling his business. He then immediately set off, and by now, it was around 5:30 in the afternoon. In the Besa Khanate, nightfall was fast approaching.
Suddenly, the wind picked up, stirring up sand and dust on the ground. The driver, noticing the distant scenery becoming hazy, glanced at the sky and quickly turned back. He removed his scarf and shouted, "Sir, there might be a sandstorm coming. Should we find a place to take shelter?"
Chen Chuan asked, "How long do the sandstorms usually last here?"
After a brief explanation, the driver spat out some sand and replied, "At this time of year, they won't last too long, but it'll be at least a couple of hours."
Chen Chuan inquired, "How much further is it to Shahran?"
"Probably another two or three hundred kilometers."
Chen Chuan nodded and said, "Then you find a place to take shelter. I'll continue on my own from here."
The driver hesitated for a moment but didn't try to persuade him. Instead, he obediently nodded in agreement.
Before his departure, he had been instructed not to ask questions or interfere with Chen Chuan's actions. He was simply to follow orders. He put his scarf back on and brought the vehicle to a stop.
Chen Chuan opened the car door and stepped out. He glanced up at the sky, which was already darkening due to the impending sandstorm. The sky and the sand seemed to merge into a single, murky entity.
As they were traveling across the open desert, Chen Chuan had Chao Ming with him. Chao Ming had been following behind him throughout the journey, but with the strong winds, it was not ideal for flying. They needed to find a place to take shelter first.
Chen Chuan gestured upwards, and Chao Ming let out a piercing chirp. It descended, lowering its altitude, and headed towards a nearby spot.
Chen Chuan turned his attention forward, reaching up to hold his hat in place. A faint glow began to flicker around his body, and in the next instant, he vanished from his original spot. A thunderous rumble echoed across the desert, as if a rolling thunder had split the wind and sand, causing it to swirl in two directions. After a while, the sandstorm subsided, and in the distance, a faint flash of lightning-like radiance flickered momentarily before disappearing into the horizon.
Chen Chuan continued his journey, and as the sky darkened, he approached a sand cliff located in the heart of the desert.
This place, Shahran, was one of the sacred sites of the Besa Khanate. Even from a distance, he could make out the glow of numerous lights emanating from the cliff, despite the obscuring sandstorm.
According to the intelligence from Daxun, there wasn't much information available about this location. Chen Chuan had initially assumed that the area surrounding the sand cliff would be heavily guarded, but upon arrival, he discovered that besides a few watchtowers on the cliff, there were no defensive structures, fortifications, or bunkers on the outskirts. It seemed too simple for a primary stronghold of a resistance force.
He pondered for a moment, considering that perhaps they believed the presence of a fighter made such defenses unnecessary.
Indeed, it made sense. With the Besa Khanate's military might, they couldn't afford to deploy many troops here. In the open wilderness, they would be no match for the slaughter inflicted by a fighter. Only another fighter could challenge them, rendering ordinary fortifications meaningless.
As the windstorm intensified, Chen Chuan halted his advance. He took out a jade-like stone with a vertical red line on his forehead and put it on. His red scarf fluttered in the wind, and sand and dust blew past him, but they lost their momentum as they approached his body, floating and swirling around him. From a distance, it appeared as if a void had formed within the dense sandstorm.
With the stone in place, Chen Chuan proceeded forward with the Snow Lady Sword in hand.
Inside the watchtowers on the sand cliff, numerous sentries, their faces shielded by windproof masks, appeared relaxed. They leaned against the sand walls, drinking kefir and chatting with their companions. From time to time, they let out loud boasts.
The arrival of a sandstorm was when they were most relaxed. Who would dare to launch an attack during a sandstorm? It was highly unrealistic. Moreover, who would dare to assault a stronghold guarded by a fighter?
The fighter from Balaktu, according to their guardian deity, had long since become a lapdog of Daxun, like an old wolf in the wilderness. Its fangs were no longer sharp, and its fur had long since fallen out. It could only curl up in the city, howling a few times, its venomous eyes glaring at the outside world, too afraid to confront the fierce beast that had invaded its doorstep.
They firmly believed in this doctrine, thinking that their guardian deity could lead them to free themselves from foreign interference, making Besa Khanate a completely independent country, and prospering under the protection of Mara King.
Inside the sentry post, there was a fighter pacing around, unlike the others who were relaxed. He was vigilant, his sharp eyes occasionally glancing outside. As he looked out again, his expression suddenly tightened. He quickly crawled to the observation port, peered carefully for a few moments, and then shouted, "Someone's coming! Get up! Aim your guns!"
The armed militants, drinking kefir, jumped to their feet in panic at his command. They grabbed their guns and aimed downward, but as it was already night, and the wind was blowing sand outside, visibility was poor. They fired blindly and haphazardly, but the shots did little more than boost their courage and create a sense of chaos.
The fighter ran to the lamp position, pushed the searchlight, and swept it back and forth a few times. Finally, he adjusted it forward and backward, and as he approached, the overall hit rate improved. At this moment, the machine guns above also started firing, but as the bullets entered the range of several dozen meters, they suddenly slowed down and eventually fell one by one into the soft sand.
The leader's eyes widened as he witnessed this scene, and his body began to tremble. He swallowed hard, silently retreated a few steps, and then turned and ran inside.
Chen Chuan had already reached the bottom of the cliff platform. He leaped into the air and instantly landed on the platform over twenty meters high. After he stood firm, the people above first froze for a moment, then started screaming frantically. They aimed their guns at him and pulled their triggers to the limit, desperately firing at him. Even when their bullets ran out, they kept clicking the triggers.
But in the next moment, as if something invisible swept over them, one by one, their eyes rolled up, and they fell to the ground in unison. The surroundings suddenly became quiet.
Chen Chuan glanced forward and followed the leader's footsteps into the interior of the sandstone building.
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His steps seemed normal, but after a few strides, his body seemed to flicker, appearing abruptly in the distance, then flickering again.
There were still many guards and militants inside the building, but as he walked by, they fell one by one. Only the sound of bodies slamming into the ground could be heard.
After walking for a minute or two, the leader ahead of him ran into a spacious hall with a dome. He scrambled over, shouting at the tall, large figure in front, "Mara King, there is... there is..."
Before he could finish his sentence, he suddenly lost consciousness and collapsed, his face slamming onto the ground.
After a while, footsteps approached from outside, and Chen Chuan's figure appeared at the hall entrance. He looked forward and saw a tall, scarred man with his upper body exposed, pouring kefir into his mouth, the liquid flowing down his chest covered in scars.
Fighters usually don't drink alcohol, and a little alcohol doesn't affect them. The same goes for martial artists, but there are deeper reasons for this, and most people are willing to abide by it. Martial artists can easily remove scars from their bodies, so any visible scars are deliberately left behind.
Therefore, the man before him seemed to be a bit eccentric. It was unclear if he had made a vow during a breakthrough or if his personality was naturally like this.
He thrust the Snow Lady Sword into the ground and then entered the hall. Looking at the other party, he said, "You must be the Altamur of Besa Khanate. I've come to retrieve something that belongs to Daxun. I hope you can return it to us."
Altamur took another sip of the drink, crushed the glass in his hand, threw it aside, wiped his mouth, and stood up from his seat. "I knew it! The Daxun government couldn't sit still. All those negotiations were lies. They would send someone sooner or later."
As he straightened his body, his aura suddenly expanded outward, colliding with Chen Chuan's bio-field. At the edge of the compressed aura, fine cracks appeared.
"You Daxun people took so many resources and talents from us. You suck the blood and flesh of Besa people. Now, you don't want to give it back just because it's a piece of worthless rock?"
He took out a jade fragment from his pocket, tossed it in his hand, and slammed it onto the armrest, embedding it entirely. "You want it? Sure, bring something to exchange!"
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(End of Chapter)
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