Chapter 90 Breaking the Momentum
Tong Baitao saw the body flying towards him and mercilessly pushed it to the side, letting it fly to the side. He then strode forward bravely with a steel rod in his hand.
Tong Qianjiang, who was standing at the door, suddenly raised his hand and pointed the gun at Chen Chuan's head. Although he did not shoot, there was a faint sense of deterrence.
This is a tacit understanding between the two brothers. When one attacks, the other provides cover.
The seventh spider on the top of the fortress was also crawling around there, deliberately making rustling sounds. While showing his presence, he was also waiting for an opportunity to make a move.
Chen Chuan took all of this into his senses. Seeing Tong Baitao's figure gradually getting bigger in front of him, he moved his feet and took the initiative to move towards the latter, slashing the long sword in his hand from bottom to top.
In order to guard against the pistol in the distance and the threat from behind, he did not fully release his speed, so the trajectory of the slash appeared clear, and under the push of the alienated tissue in his body, a force was transmitted to the blade.
Tong Baitao hurriedly raised and pressed down two steel rods, trying to block the knife. However, he blocked it, but there was an explosive force from it that he could hardly believe. His two hands suddenly lost control, and one of the steel rods flew out of his hand, while the other was actually cut off with a clang.
The flash of knife light continued to brush towards his chest, instantly cutting a deep scar on the carapace on his chest, revealing the inner shell tissue and cavity wall.
If the knife continued to go deeper, even if he couldn't be killed on the spot, he could at least injure him seriously. But at this moment, Chen Chuan felt a sudden movement from above and behind. He immediately withdrew the knife, wrapped his head around it, and knocked away a blow needle that was attacking the back of his head. He then quickly took another step forward and slashed diagonally with the long knife!
Just as he stepped forward, a gunshot rang out and a bullet grazed the back of his head, even blowing away a strand of hair, but his expression did not change at all.
Tong Baitao had just had his hands lifted up by a shock force, and was forced to lean back. It seemed that he had not been able to put them down yet, and the knife happened to cut his ribs.
However, the force of the sword that should have cut him in half, after breaking through a layer of hard outer armor, encountered a layer of soft force that was gathering layer by layer. It was like countless layers of contracting and biting muscles, which prevented the blade from moving forward and got stuck inside.
Chen Chuan's eyes flashed, and he immediately realized that this was not just the function of the implant, but a force that could block and dissolve the sharp blade!
A cunning look appeared in Tong Baitao's eyes at this moment. He raised his arm and clamped it down, contracting the muscles in his body to lock the blade firmly.
Although he looked big and strong and extremely arrogant, he was actually not as reckless as he looked. He was just playing some tricks. He saw that the Xuejun Knife in Chen Chuan's hand was the most threatening, so he decided to control this weapon first even at the risk of getting injured.
Having a knife or not is two completely different things. With a knife in hand, none of them dare to come close to attack, but once the knife is gone, that guy has no chance of fighting against those people with implants with his bare hands!
Chen Chuan's eyes remained calm. Most people would indeed be passive in this situation, and their fighting power would drop to the bottom without weapons, but he was not like that.
He loosened his knife-holding hand, took a step forward, and pushed forward by a powerful force. His body followed the force and he pushed his palm towards the opponent's face.
The palm strike didn't seem to be moving very fast, but Tong Baitao's pupils shrank as he saw the palm slowly enlarge in his sight, as if he sensed some great danger.
At this moment, he snorted, and the clothes on the shoulder blades on his back suddenly exploded, and two other deformed long hands stretched out from there and blocked him in front.
However, Chen Chuan seemed not to be moved at all by this bizarre scene. The hand continued to move forward, and after making contact with it, a soft force pushed the two hands together and pressed them against Tong Baitao's cheek.
At this moment, the alienated tissues in his body were pushing forward layer by layer. If this attack hit the latter, even if the penetrating force failed to smash the latter's head, it would be enough to make him lose his combat effectiveness temporarily.
However, just when the attack was about to be delivered, he seemed to sense something and tilted his head to the side. A poisonous needle shot from top to bottom and hit his shoulder, then bounced out under the protection of the protective clothing.
Tong Baitao took advantage of this pause and got an opportunity. He grabbed Chen Chuan's arms with the two hands behind him, while his other two normal arms came forward to hug him around the waist and pull him towards him.
Chen Chuan ignored the penetrating force that was coming at him, and raised his knee to stop his body from moving forward. At this moment, his eyes moved and his head tilted back. Along with the sound of gunfire from Tong Qianjiang's side, a bullet passed in front of him. He used this to create a little space, and then raised his foot and stepped down, stepping heavily on Tong Baitao's ankle.
Tong Baitao's face suddenly twisted, and the strength in his hands couldn't help but loosen.
Chen Chuan sank down and twisted his waist at the same time, pulling Tong Baitao's tall and strong body into the air and throwing him heavily to the ground, making the latter almost faint. He took this opportunity to grab the handle of Xuejun Knife, first pushing it outwards, and then prying it inwards!
Tong Baitao let out a shrill scream. At this time, gunshots were heard from behind, but none of them hit Chen Chuan. It was obvious that Tong Qianjiang in the back was also anxious.
After Chen Chuan pulled out the Xuejun Sword, he grabbed the handle and raised it high, as if he was going to behead Tong Baitao below.
Fang Dawei seemed to have not recovered from taking the medicine yet, so he had not moved at all. But now he could not bear it any longer and rushed up to kick him sideways.
Chen Chuan turned his wrist and swung the blade, intending to cut off his leg. However, when it came into contact with the blade, it was as if it had touched something extremely slippery and flexible, and the blade actually slid out directly from there.
After he discovered it, he turned his wrist again, turned the blade inward, and pointed the handle outward, pressing it against Fang Dawei's chest. Then he leaned his shoulder forward and knocked the latter out.
He did not stop moving, using his waist to swing the blade backwards, and a flash of blade light slashed towards the neck of Tong Baitao who had just stood up.
The latter moved his four hands and two feet backwards in fear, barely escaping from the edge of the blade. But even so, the blade passed by his collarbone, leaving another cut.
Chen Chuan's attack was not over yet. He used the force of the knife's back swing and moved along with it. At the same time, he held the knife handle with both hands, pointed the tip of the knife forward, and stabbed it towards Tong Baitao's throat!
Tong Qianjiang shouted over there, grabbed the side panel of a broken box next to him, and smashed it towards Chen Chuan from a distance.
Chen Chuan watched coldly, not caring at all. Under the layers of push from the alienated organization, his whole body formed a whole force. He took a bow step forward and pushed the blade forward. At this moment, he seemed to feel something tough piercing through the front.
As soon as the box board reached his shoulders, it seemed to have touched an invisible force and shattered into pieces with a snap.
When the shattered wood chips fell, the robbers saw Tong Baitao supporting himself with his four hands behind him, his body half-sitting on the ground, his head slightly tilted back, and the long knife with a cold glow pierced through his throat and poked out from the back of his head. At this time, his eyes rolled back, and only a giggling sound came out of his mouth. His four hands and body kept twitching.
Tong Qianjiang's eyes turned red when he saw this, and he screamed wildly. He no longer cared about guarding the entrance. He raised his gun and fired all the bullets at Chen Chuan in one breath, then picked up a knife and rushed towards him.
Chen Chuan did not choose to stand there and fight. When he fired the gun, he drew his knife and retreated to the back when the blood splattered out.
Fang Dawei also rushed towards him at this time, and saw two people attacking him from two directions.
Chen Chuan looked at the remaining two people, swung his knife, moved his feet lightly, and retreated a few steps to a place where there were more debris on the ground.
These things were all dropped on the ground after the wooden box was broken. Many of them were empty cans, ropes, and various scattered tools, even mixed with some broken limbs and implanted shells. Although Fang Dawei and others had intentionally kicked some of them away in order not to interfere with the battle, there was no time to clean them up in such a short time.
This caused the two people's forward movement to encounter obstacles, becoming bumpy and their speed inevitably slowed down.
Tong Qianjiang felt even more uncomfortable. Seeing Tong Baitao's death, he wanted to rush up and kill Chen Chuan immediately, but he was blocked by these people. He roared like crazy and kicked all of them towards Chen Chuan as he moved forward.
Chen Chuanze looked calm as he lightly raised the Xuejun Knife to push them away. He then looked at Tong Qianjiang who had rushed over first and was slashing at him with the knife raised. He lightly raised the Xuejun Knife and knocked it with the back of the knife. The two of them collided and a gap appeared in the knife in the latter's hand.
Chen Chuan then twisted his wrist like a spear, pushing away the former's knife. At the same time, he turned his body to the side, relaxed his shoulders and back, and thrust the knife forward with one hand. With a "swish", the knife pierced through the protective clothing and went straight into the abdominal cavity.
Tong Qianjiang paused and arched his back. Fang Dawei saw this and stopped moving, but he stood still.
At this time, Chen Chuan raised his wrist slightly and took a step forward. Tong Qianjiang couldn't help but grab the blade, stood on tiptoe, and retreated repeatedly. After walking about ten steps, he almost returned to the entrance of the sentry post.
At this moment, Chen Chuan suddenly drew out his sword, brought the handle in front of him, then shouted, held the handle with both hands, spun around and chopped. With a swish, Tong Qianjiang's head flew up, passed through the gate of the sentry fort, and fell on the open space outside. His headless body shook twice and fell to the ground.
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(End of this chapter)
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