Chapter 462: Chapter 192: Dominant Sister Huan’s pupils contracted as Chen Chuan suddenly appeared before her, his blade descending with enough force to seemingly crush her.
But she didn’t retreat. Harnessing her forward momentum, she channeled Power from her waist and back all the way to the tips of her twin spikes. Tapping a specific point on the blade twice—CLINK! CLINK!—she deflected it outward.
Even from that brief impact and redirection, she could still feel the immense force transmitted from the blade, causing her body to involuntarily swerve to the side.
Just as Chen Chuan was about to right his blade, a fierce gust of wind pressure suddenly hit him from both sides, and the ground began to tremble. At that moment, the two remaining team members had finished repositioning and were closing in on him together.
They had coordinated with Sister Huan many times before. One look at her move and they knew her objective: to slow Chen Chuan down with a head-on clash, creating an opportunity for them to launch a surprise attack.
They seized the opportunity, rushing into his inner circle and simultaneously attempting to bind and grapple him.
According to their plan, one person would engage him head-on, creating an opportunity for the others to use grappling techniques to restrain Chen Chuan, denying him any room to move or maneuver.
Sister Huan had a technique called the "Heart-piercing Stab." With enough momentum, she could more than double her speed in an instant. If they could just restrict Chen Chuan’s movements, even for a brief moment, it would create the opening she needed to strike.
As her teammates rushed forward, Sister Huan began regulating her breath. She came to a sudden halt, her body sinking into a slight crouch. With her twin spikes pointed forward, she held a posture ready to lunge.
Through the tight-fitting clothes on her back, the muscles beneath could be seen rippling like water. Her Mutated Organization was gathering power.
In front of them, Chen Chuan faced the two charging men. But at that moment, he released the Snow Monarch Blade. Reaching out with both hands, he instantly caught their thick, outstretched arms.
The two men immediately felt a surge of Power rush into their bodies, and half of their forms instantly went numb and weak. They realized it was some kind of Capturing Force, and their faces twisted with shock and rage.
Just as Chen Chuan seized the two men, Sister Huan finished her preparations. With a press of her toes, a crater formed beneath her feet, sending gravel exploding backward as she shot toward him like an arrow loosed from a bow!
At that moment, Chen Chuan released the men on either side, snatched the hilt of the Snow Monarch Blade before it hit the ground, and executed a swift, upward diagonal block. CLANG! He parried the two Long Spikes that had been brought together as one. The force behind them was indeed considerable, and his feet slid backward for some distance.
Thrown back by his parry, Sister Huan was forced to leap backward. If Chen Chuan had pressed his advantage then, she would have had no way to mount a defense. Fortunately, her two teammates had just recovered from their paralysis.
They let out a furious roar and charged at Chen Chuan together. Their faces were flushed crimson, their bodies burned feverishly hot, and their frames even seemed to have bulked up a size. The thick stench of chemicals practically seeped from their pores.
However, they had only just begun to move when, as if he had calculated their every move, Chen Chuan once again released the Snow Monarch Blade. He reached out casually and, with unerring precision, seized their outstretched arms and wrists once more.
Just like before, their bodies involuntarily went numb, leaving one side of each man completely paralyzed. Their faces were practically contorted, unable to comprehend how Chen Chuan could so accurately predict their every attack, as if they were serving themselves up on a silver platter.
This was because they were moving within Chen Chuan’s Domain, and they had made no attempt to conceal their expressions within it. As such, every piece of information about their bodies, every rhythm of their steps, and every intention was laid bare for him to see.
Sister Huan was still recovering from her landing. But when she saw her two teammates captured again, she knew that if she didn’t act, Chen Chuan might kill them in the next instant. She could only hastily channel her Force Application and lunge forward.
This time, Chen Chuan had a measure of her techniques. He leaped forward as well, passing between the two captured men. As he did, he snatched the still-falling Snow Monarch Blade, brought it high overhead with both hands on the hilt, and swung it down on the charging figure!
Sister Huan’s expression tightened as she watched the Long Blade descend. In a head-on clash like this, the blade would undoubtedly strike her first. Even if she survived the initial impact and managed to land her spikes on Chen Chuan, she wouldn’t have enough force left to inflict any significant damage.
Thus, she had no choice but to plant her feet and twist her body away, dodging the sharp edge of the blade.
As if he had known she would make this choice, Chen Chuan let the blade fall. But just as it pointed straight ahead, it stopped abruptly. Meanwhile, propelled by a conscious transfer of Power, the Sword Scabbard went flying off the blade—WHOOSH—and shot straight forward.
As Sister Huan moved to the side, she saw this and suddenly realized something. Her expression changed, a look of urgency flashing across her face.
Chen Chuan’s expression was placid. He gripped the hilt with both hands, spun around, brought the blade over his head, and then unleashed a vicious diagonal slash forward. A flash of light from the blade streaked across the two men charging toward him!
In an instant, their bodies and limbs were severed into several pieces in mid-air. Inertia carried them forward before they scattered, the segments tumbling across the ground and rolling for a great distance behind him.
Chen Chuan held his slashing pose as a great gust of wind blew, sending the smoke on the bridge billowing past him. The blood pooling at his feet began to spread.
He then glanced back and saw Sister Huan, who had reached the other side. A flicker of terror showed in her eyes, but it vanished as quickly as it appeared, leaving only a profound, deathly stillness.
It was clear she had completely cast aside all thoughts of life and death.
She took a breath, struck her two Long Spikes together, then parted them. At that moment, her Biological Domain suddenly flared and expanded.
The Mutated Organization in her body began to struggle, pushing outward. Sharp ridges protruded from her bodysuit, and even her muscles and bones seemed to be transforming.
Having completely disregarded her own life, she had released all of her accumulated Divine Constant and Essence Blood. Sensing that the final, life-or-death moment was at hand, the Mutated Organization within her began its last struggle, erupting with its full potential.
Chen Chuan stood there, watching her calmly. Wisps of white vapor rose from his body, refusing to disperse even in the strong wind.
Sister Huan slowly sank into a crouch, her eyes locked on Chen Chuan. Veins bulged on her face and forehead, and her body temperature was rising rapidly.
She knew that without her two teammates to run interference, if her attack failed, death was certain. This was her one and only chance to strike, and she would pour everything she had into this single blow.
A moment later, she stomped her foot. Power surged from the sole of her foot, traveling layer by layer up to her waist and then her spine. Driven by the full might of her Mutated Organization, she used this force to charge forward, funneling all that momentum into the Long Spikes in her hands.
Her body was as fast as a fleeting shadow, as if she had given no thought to what came next. But as she drew near, she swung her arms and threw the spikes forward.
Seeing the Long Spikes flying toward him at an even greater speed, Chen Chuan flicked his blade upward. CLANG! He knocked one of the spikes aside, but the other was now impossible to evade. It seemed poised to pierce right through his head.
A glimmer of hope appeared in Sister Huan’s eyes. However, when the spike hit its mark, it seemed to pass through nothing but a phantom image. It flew straight past him, crossing over thirty meters before piercing a guardrail and embedding itself completely.
She was stunned. Having overexerted herself, her body’s momentum carried her forward. A hand, blade-edged, was waiting at her throat. She crashed into it, and with a sharp CRACK, her neck snapped.
Chen Chuan held his arm out horizontally. He glanced to the side at Sister Huan, who now hung from it. Her body was completely limp, her dangling toes just shy of the ground. Her hair spilled over the back of his hand, obscuring her face, but he could feel that she was tenaciously clinging to a final breath.
After a moment, a sound emanated from Sister Huan, produced by the vibration of her muscles:
"Why?"
Chen Chuan knew she was asking about the final strike. He answered in all sincerity, "Sorry. You missed."
This was an application of the Biological Domain. Because Sister Huan had poured all her Divine Constant and Essence Blood into that single strike, the over-stimulation of her Mutated Organization, coupled with her intense emotional outburst, had made her external senses extremely susceptible to outside interference.
He, in turn, had keenly sensed the changes in her body, seized upon this vulnerability, and actively transmitted false Domain information to her.
Although this could only cause a slight disturbance—perhaps for only a fleeting instant—during a high-speed attack, even such a minuscule deviation was enough to decide the outcome.
Perhaps if he had chosen to block it head-on, the result would have been the same. But if the situation was not urgent and a problem could be solved with technique, he generally preferred to use technique.
At this moment, the sound of rotor blades echoed from the distance. He looked up to see two small, white Airships flying toward them. They bore the logo of the Fusion Boundary Company, and the machine guns mounted beneath them were clearly visible.
On the route map he had previously given to Meng Shu, he had specifically marked this very section of the Celestial Bridge.
This location was situated right between the White Bird District and the Central City District, making it the one spot that other stationed forces would have difficulty reaching in time. Therefore, he had Fusion Boundary rent a nearby site to station the Airships, ready to provide support and eliminate any enemies.
As soon as the convoy was attacked, the Airships had headed this way. And now, they had arrived.
Chen Chuan noticed something and looked at Sister Huan again. Her breathing had stopped. It was not due to a lack of Life Force; she had taken her own life.
He lowered his arm, letting her body fall to the ground. Then, holding the Snow Monarch Blade, he walked through the smoke ahead and toward the private car.
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