Atlas of Heaven and Man

Sister Huan abruptly looked forward, her gaze fixed on the figure standing up.

The bullet had clearly hit the head, yet there wasn't even the slightest wound; this level of physical conditioning sent a chill down her spine.

And also…

She looked at the corpse on the ground. Although she greatly disliked Jiang Huowang and hated his insubordination, she acknowledged his strength.

Yet he had been so easily killed by Chen Chuan, with only two exchanges.

Jiang Huowang's recovery ability was strong, but now his head had been smashed to pieces; there was no way he could get up.

The assault team members also watched the scene in shock. Although Jiang Huowang often brought surprises, this was too much, leaving them completely unable to react.

They were supposed to use Jiang Huowang to hold back Chen Chuan, or at least exhaust his stamina, but now that he was gone, what were they supposed to do?

For a moment, none of them moved, waiting for new orders from Jie Ping, telling them what to do.

Sister Huan knew very well that things couldn't go exactly as planned, as it was impossible to consider all factors, but she really hadn't expected this outcome.

The opponent's strength had exceeded previous estimates, exceeding the level they had anticipated.

Should they retreat now?

Or continue?

But if they retreated, with the power and speed Chen Chuan had just displayed, they would have to leave some people behind to cover their escape, which would be a pointless sacrifice, and even then, could the rest really escape?

Moreover, she had invested most of the team's funds in this battle, and borrowed a lot more. If the mission failed, Ferris Wheel would not protect them. Even if they retreated, where could they run to?

That left only one option.

She gritted her teeth and used Jie Ping to transmit, "Everyone, Plan Three, attack!"

Compared to two months ago, the strength he could now unleash was on a completely different level.

In his eyes, everyone's movements slowed down. Even the trajectories of those Third Limit combatants coming towards him were clearly visible.

He raised his hand, clenched his fist, and white vapor rose from his body.

In a real battle, being just a fraction faster means crossing the boundary between life and death!

Everyone stared at him, but in the next instant, he suddenly disappeared from the spot.

With a bang, a loud noise came from the side.

A team member who had jumped into the air, preparing to attack Chen Chuan, was forcibly smashed down to the ground from above, creating a circle of cracks on the ground. He lay in the rubble, his spine showing obvious twists, clearly having lost the ability to fight.

Before everyone could react, another loud crash came from not far away. Another rushing team member was slammed into the guardrail of the overpass.

Chen Chuan was standing in front of him, one hand pressed against his chest, the back of which was almost embedded in it, appearing to have lost consciousness.

The remaining members of the assault team showed expressions of fear. The fighting spirit they had just mustered was once again doused with cold water.

Although their team's individual combat strength wasn't great, the key was in their coordination. Once combined, they could naturally defeat opponents who were strong in the usual sense.

But this required the opponent to be restrained and attacked by them. If they couldn't even see the person's movements clearly, then there was no way to coordinate, and encirclement was out of the question.

The Third Limit combatant holding the gun was now covered in cold sweat.

Although he also couldn't capture Chen Chuan's movements, with his ability, he didn't need to aim. He could hit people just by feeling, but after firing two shots at Chen Chuan, he found that they had all disappeared like stones sinking into the sea, as if they hadn't had any effect.

At this moment, he suddenly felt his hairs stand on end and abruptly turned his gun, aiming at a certain place, but then felt a hand on his head.

"Ha!" A loud shout came from not far away.

Chen Chuan glanced over and saw Sister Huan rushing towards him, with a long thorn in her hand stabbing towards him, looking as if it would pierce his body in the next moment.

This person seemed to be barely able to keep up with his movements, so he ignored the gunman and raised the Snow Monarch Saber to parry.

Sister Huan changed her move in time, raising both thorns to block.

She didn't need to attack Chen Chuan, just to rescue her teammate in time.

However, upon this collision, the powerful force transmitted from the long saber made her almost unable to control her body. She was shaken backwards and finally performed a flip to dissipate all the force.

At this moment, she looked up and noticed that Chen Chuan hadn't even drawn the saber from its sheath.

"Is it because he doesn't need to…?"

She shifted her gaze again, looking behind Chen Chuan. The gunman was still standing there. Although he had been rescued, he didn't know to take the opportunity to retreat, still standing still.

Seeing this, she couldn't help but feel annoyed.

But just as this thought arose, she heard a soft click. The gunman's head actually cracked open in everyone's horrified eyes, with a burst of scorching aura rising from within, but the person was still standing there holding the gun.

The remaining members of the assault team couldn't help but stop.

In fact, they had no fighting spirit at this moment. They were originally a seven-person team, plus Jiang Huowang, making eight people, but now they had already lost half of their members.

Before coming, the prepared plan told them that they had an 80% chance of success within ten minutes, but once they exceeded ten minutes, the chance of success would immediately drop to less than 50%, and the longer the time, the more it would decrease.

In reality, the target was not as the plan had assumed. They had almost encountered a one-sided massacre. Only about two minutes had passed from the official engagement to now. Not to mention ten minutes, they might not even last five minutes.

Sister Huan also realized this, but since she had decided to rush up to fight, she had abandoned all distractions and only had one thought: to kill the target.

She stared at Chen Chuan and transmitted to Jie Ping: "Plan Four."

The remaining three people looked at each other and crushed a tooth with their tongues, the stimulating drug inside quickly seeping into their bodies.

These drugs overdrafted their potential, continuously generating essence and blood to send out, allowing them to unleash powerful combat power at once, but once the drug's effect passed, they would enter a long period of weakness, and it would probably be difficult to escape alive.

Chen Chuan didn't attack while they were communicating, but he didn't do nothing. Instead, he released his own domain and spread it to the remaining four people.

Through the contact and feedback of the domain, he instantly grasped the general situation and characteristics of each person at this time.

At this moment, he turned his head and looked at one of the tall, strong figures.

Sister Huan suddenly felt a sense of danger and hurriedly reminded, "Old Four!"

Before she could finish speaking, Chen Chuan had already disappeared from the spot, instantly appearing in front of that tall, strong team member and kicking him. However, this time, the opponent was not as helpless as before. A thick arm rose, using the leather arm guard to block the blow with a bang.

The man's red eyes were now staring at Chen Chuan as if spitting fire, and he raised an axe in his other hand, trying to chop at the latter, but although he raised the weapon in the air, it seemed unable to fall.

Although Chen Chuan's kick was blocked by him, the powerful force inevitably shook his center of gravity. With no root under his feet, he naturally couldn't exert the strength in his hand.

At this moment, Chen Chuan kicked again, heavily kicking him in the cheek!

This was actually a double kick!

With a loud bang, the strong man's jaw and a mouthful of teeth shattered together, and the whole person flew sideways in the direction of Chen Chuan's kick. While still in the air, his eyes turned white, completely losing consciousness, and finally his broken cheek heavily hit the ground.

Chen Chuan steadily maintained the action of kicking out.

Although the opponent had taken the drug, the soaring power and speed were not what he was used to, and before he had fully adapted, it actually increased his flaws.

At this time, a series of gunshots rang out from behind. Sister Huan ordered the people nearby to ignore the security forces and fire a round at Chen Chuan first.

Even though ordinary bullets posed little threat to him, they could still interfere and hinder him.

While a round of gunfire was being fired, Sister Huan took the lead and rushed up.

She couldn't tolerate Chen Chuan killing her team members one by one anymore. She wanted to go up and buy her teammates time to adapt to their power and create opportunities to join the battle.

She didn't walk in a straight line, but used the power of her toned legs to step out diagonal broken lines, constantly changing positions. In the eyes of the people behind, her rapidly moving figure almost dragged out a phantom image behind her.

Facing the gunfire from the outside, Chen Chuan didn't dodge, but just slightly raised his hand to block, allowing the bullets to fall on the outer layer of protective clothing. He watched Sister Huan's figure through his fingers.

When she shifted to one side again, he suddenly took a step there, his figure suddenly moved, crossing more than ten meters of space, and intercepted Sister Huan's path, raising his saber and slashing, the Snow Monarch Saber, which had not been unsheathed, burst out with a strong sound of tearing through the air!

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