Celestial Human Diagram-Chapter 101 - 89: Sudden Assault
As Chen Chuan walked forward, he suddenly sensed something. He glanced up; a figure seemed to flash past the shattered opening at the top of the fortress.
At that very moment, inside the Sentry Post, Tong Qianjiang was already standing behind the entrance, waiting with a raised blade.
The entrance was not short, but it was narrow, only allowing one person through at a time. The walls were thick; anyone who charged in would have no room to retreat. The moment they were inside, a single swing of his blade would cut them down.
Behind him, Fang Dawei and his crew were spread out in the open space, ready for battle. On the second floor, men also had their guns aimed at the entrance.
But after taking three steps toward the entrance, the distinct footsteps suddenly vanished.
While everyone was still waiting, the spider-like Seventh Brother abruptly looked up to see a figure leap down from the hole in the ceiling. The light inside the Sentry Post dimmed for a second. He yelled, "He’s above us!"
The men scrambled to turn their guns and fired shot after shot, but they were a step too late.
After landing on the circular second-floor walkway, Chen Chuan immediately crouched and rolled to the side. Several bullets zipped past him.
As he rose to his feet, he kicked off the ground and charged a man not far away. The Long Blade held at his side scraped a trail of sparks against the fortress wall.
The man fired two shots at him, but Chen Chuan was simply too fast. He moved so low to the ground that both shots missed. Before the man could fire a third time, Chen Chuan closed the distance and delivered an upward diagonal slash. SCHING! The man’s head and shoulder flew from his body!
Someone below cried out in shock, "Eighth Brother!"
Chen Chuan’s gaze was icy as he continued forward. The next man was close by and had held his fire, apparently afraid of hitting his comrade. Now, he grabbed a heavy box nearby, his biceps bulging. With a grunt, he hurled it at Chen Chuan.
Chen Chuan watched the box blot out his vision. He reached out and gave it a light push, channeling his Power. The wooden crate, which must have weighed several hundred kilograms, was effortlessly shunted aside as if it were weightless. It burst apart in mid-air, showering countless miscellaneous items onto the floor below and creating a wave of chaos.
He, in turn, used the force from pushing the box to accelerate. A vicious blade of light flashed, and the man’s body from the chest up was sent flying.
Just then, he glimpsed gun barrels below aiming at him. He casually pulled the bisected torso in front of him as a shield. BANG! BANG! BANG! The bullets were all stopped by the Implant in the corpse.
With a push, he sent the half-torso hurtling down toward the men below with a gust of wind. He started running again, charging toward the last person on this floor.
The man had a ferocious look in his eyes. He dropped his rifle, drew a pistol, and fired at Chen Chuan repeatedly. But Chen Chuan weaved left and right, dodging every bullet. After a few steps, he closed the distance and thrust his blade forward. As it pierced the man’s chest, he felt a layer of resistance. Though there was no visible sign, this man also had a protective Implant!
The impact from the blade forced the man back two steps involuntarily, but, apparently confident in his own ferocity, he let out a wild roar and grabbed the blade with both hands.
Chen Chuan remained expressionless. With a twist and a pull of his wrist, he made the man cry out in agony.
As he tried to press the attack, he sensed something amiss and leaned back, his feet planted firmly on the ground. A dark shadow grazed past his front, then slapped against the wall nearby with a SPLAT. It scrambled on all fours, scurrying upward like a spider before quickly disappearing into a crevice.
His body was now arched back at a near forty-five-degree angle, like a bowstring drawn to its absolute limit. As if pulled by an immense forward force, he shot forward in a sudden rush.
Because he had been momentarily delayed, the man in front of him and the bandits below all opened fire, creating a crossfire. Bullet holes pockmarked the surrounding walls.
At that moment, he felt something poke his ribs. A bullet had hit him, but it only felt like a slight indentation before it slid right off his Protective Clothing.
His eyes flickered. ’I was prepared to have my Second Self absorb that. Looks like I don’t need to. This Protective Clothing is really effective; I barely even felt the impact.’ So, he cast aside all caution. Shielding his face with one hand, he charged straight into the hail of bullets.
Seeing him approach, the man opposite him hastily retreated, firing several more shots along the way. But every bullet that struck Chen Chuan simply slid off. Horrified, the man took a step to the side, attempting to jump down to the first floor to escape.
But Chen Chuan closed the distance in a flash. Once in range, an arcing blade of light swept up from below. The man’s foot was instantly severed. He let out a pained scream, lost his balance, and fell through the air.
Chen Chuan took two quick steps forward. Now gripping the handle with both hands, he raised the Long Blade high above his head. With a shout, he brought it down. CLANG! The man’s head bounced up from where it was, then fell and rolled across the floor to the feet of Fang Dawei and the others.
At that moment, as if realizing that guns were useless, the gunfire around them ceased.
Chen Chuan stood on the second floor and slowly turned around. He swung his blade sideways, its tip lightly touching the floor, and his gaze fell upon those below. Where he had just passed, blood gushed from the mutilated corpses, dripping down to the floor below. DRIP, DRIP, DRIP. It splattered like blooming flowers of blood.
He had been inside for barely a dozen breaths, yet he had already slaughtered his way around the entire second floor, clearing it of all enemies.
The remaining men below looked up at him. Seeing him standing there, blade in hand, their breathing grew heavy, and their eyes turned bloodshot.
Fang Dawei’s eyes darted around. "Third Brother," he commanded, "hold the door! Don’t let the men outside rush in!"
His mind was clear. The firing ports were mostly on the second floor. Now that Chen Chuan had killed everyone up there, they could no longer lay down suppressing fire outside. The Patrol Bureau might use this chance to charge in. The main entrance had to be guarded, or they would be caught in a pincer attack from inside and out. It would be over then.
Tong Qianjiang, who was closest to the entrance, heard the order and immediately drew his gun. He fired a few shots outside before pressing himself against the edge of the doorway, keeping a close watch on any movement outside.
Chen Chuan took this opportunity to regulate his breathing and survey the situation inside the Sentry Post.
Besides the heavily wounded lying on the floor, there were about five people still standing within his line of sight. One, who looked like a doctor, stood in a corner with his hands in the pockets of his white coat, a calm expression on his face as if this had nothing to do with him.
As for the other four, the one who gave the orders was undoubtedly Fang Dawei. The big man next to him, over two meters tall, had to be Tong Baitao. He had seen Tong Qianjiang by the door before; even though he was wearing a mask back then, Chen Chuan could recognize him by his build and his eyes.
The last one was a small man with a frightened expression. He wore glasses and had a frail build, not at all ferocious like the others. He looked like some kind of technician.
’Guan Yuming’s deputy said six people in Fang Dawei’s group have an Implant. I killed one at the entrance when I came in, and I just killed two more on this floor.’
’That means there should be three left.’
’Counting the spider-like man still crawling around overhead, the other two must be Fang Dawei and Tong Baitao. I can tell just by looking at them; the abnormalities on their bodies are extremely obvious.’
’Next, I just have to kill these three. The rest won’t be much of a threat.’
He slowly raised the Snow Monarch Blade horizontally in front of him. He had just cut down several people in quick succession, but not a single trace of blood stained the blade. It was still as bright as new, its chilling aura piercing to the bone.
He swung the blade to the side, took a step forward, and leaped directly from the second floor. He landed steadily with a THUD, a cloud of dust rising and slowly spreading out from around him before settling. He then slowly straightened up.
Fang Dawei and the others exchanged glances and began to shuffle slowly, surrounding him. At the same time, Seventh Brother silently crawled from a crevice on the second floor until he was positioned above the first, his eyes fixed on the back of Chen Chuan’s head and neck.
Tong Baitao tossed his gun aside and pulled two solid steel batons from his waist. He charged at Chen Chuan with a savage expression. At the same instant, the small man who looked like a technician suddenly shed his frightened demeanor. His face twisted with malice as he grabbed a blade with both hands and swung at Chen Chuan’s head in a frenzy.
Chen Chuan watched calmly. With his Second Self superimposed on his body, not only his strength but also his reaction speed was doubled. In his eyes, everything around him seemed to slow down.
Furthermore, he could faintly perceive the movements of everyone, both in front of and behind him—even those outside his line of sight—through information like sound and scent.
Although Tong Baitao and the small man charged him at the same time, there was a slight difference in their timing. Chen Chuan simply took a half-step to his right, toward the smaller man, and flicked his Long Blade. The man, along with his own blade, was redirected toward Tong Baitao. To avoid a collision, Tong Baitao subconsciously slowed his pace.
Then, Chen Chuan flicked his blade back again. The small man, having been thrown off course and exposing his side to Chen Chuan, was desperately trying to pull his own weapon back in a panic. With this new force applied, he was yanked back again and, having lost his balance, inevitably stumbled forward several steps.
Chen Chuan sidestepped again. As the small man stumbled past him, he lightly tapped the back of the man’s head with the back of his hand. The motion was almost identical to the one he used to strike the sandbag when he first mastered his Force Technique.
CRACK! Blood gushed from the small man’s eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. His entire head seemed to go soft in an instant. Chen Chuan placed a hand on the man’s chest to stop his momentum, then gave a gentle push. The man’s body flew through the air—WHOOSH—and crashed into Tong Baitao!
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