Celestial Human Diagram

As billowing smoke rose from the bridge’s surface, it served as a signal. The remaining members of the assault team still in the sky began to converge on the location, leaping down from above.

This time, they were to focus solely on the attack, ignoring everything else. Behind them, others would be responsible for hindering the rescue personnel below the Celestial Bridge.

At the same time, the two Third Limit Fighters they had hired were already waiting at the end of the bridge leading to the Central City District. They were not responsible for the specific assault but would block anyone trying to get onto the Celestial Bridge.

On both sides of the Celestial Bridge, figures now emerged swiftly from beneath the sea, climbing up the bridge piers. Not just near the convoy, but all along the front and back ends of the bridge, silhouettes appeared one after another, a considerable number by the looks of it.

They had all been lying in ambush in advance. Some were members of the assault team itself, while others were armed groups hired from the Outer Ocean.

In truth, these people were just cannon fodder meant to sow chaos and add to the firepower. They weren’t expected to accomplish much, and the team had planned to abandon them from the very beginning.

The company security team with the convoy had reacted by now. They continuously fired at the figures falling from the sky and leaping toward them from the front. But these few individuals merely flickered and vanished from their spots, moving so fast that the human eye couldn’t track them at all.

The security team members realized something was wrong. Their Implants quickly secreted hormones and injected stimulants, and their neural response speed increased rapidly. Even so, they could only barely catch glimpses of the rapidly moving and leaping figures. Though their guns fired nonstop, not a single shot found its mark.

The assault team members who arrived this time didn’t just include Third Limit Fighters, but also some armed assault personnel of the First and Second Limits.

After landing, they returned fire on the security team members who were using the vehicles for cover.

Both sides were clad in Protective Clothing, so despite the constant gunfire, no one had yet fallen. As the Third Limit Fighters charged forward, the security personnel in their path were either sent flying by the direct impact or knocked aside. Even the vehicles positioned sideways as barricades were easily pushed through.

At this moment, Sister Huan also detached her parachute, letting it drift into the sea as she landed steadily on top of a railing post on the side of the Celestial Bridge. She looked at the team members ahead and asked, "Where’s Jiang Huowang?"

A team member replied, "He’s already gone up."

Meanwhile, in the convoy, as soon as his private car received the message and stopped, Chen Chuan grabbed the Snow Monarch Blade and pushed the door open.

He first scanned his surroundings, noting the figures climbing up both sides of the Celestial Bridge and the others on hang gliders still flying in from the sky.

He ignored the ordinary gunmen and attackers. The real threat was the Third Limit Fighters mixed in with the attacking group.

A single glance was enough to tell him that the number of enemies today was no less than that of the Viper Corps’ attack, and they similarly belonged to a single team.

His gaze then passed over the crowd toward the distance, where he saw a woman in a form-fitting suit and goggles, with a striking physique and ear-length short hair, standing on a tall railing post.

She stood on the tips of her toes, her legs aligned one behind the other. Her hands, held slightly open, wielded two Long Spikes. The taut muscles of her legs were clearly visible, hinting at the formidable power they contained.

From the reactions of those around her and her position, he could sense that she was likely the leader of this group.

Just then, a shadow fell from above, blocking his view, and a figure landed with a THUD on the ground in front of him.

He looked over. It was a young man with medium-length hair, a lock of which covered half his face, leaving only the other half exposed.

The man’s skin had a faint bluish tint, and his pupils were exceptionally dark. In each of his hands was a three-bladed Long Blade, like an extension of his claws, the tips gleaming with a sharp, cold light.

The man seemed highly agitated, staring straight at him and speaking in Dashun with an Outer Ocean accent, "You’re that Chen Chuan. Come, fight me..." His words trailed off into a string of unintelligible language.

As he spoke, his emotions seemed to get the better of him, and his body shot forward. His charge was so fast that the ground cracked beneath his feet, and with a WHOOSH, he was right in front of him.

Chen Chuan glanced to the side. Figures had appeared to his front, back, and sides—all the Third Limit Fighters he had noticed earlier. They were all staring at him, and though they hadn’t attacked yet, they were undoubtedly adding to the threat and pressure.

While observing, his own Biological Domain expanded outward, allowing him to instantly detect anyone who entered its range or attempted to attack. Not only that, but he also skillfully altered the Domain, making it impossible for others to gauge his true strength.

As his focus sharpened, everything around him seemed to slow down abruptly, including the man charging toward him.

He watched the claw-like blade extend and close in, and the frenzied face behind it. His gaze was perfectly calm as he slightly lowered his center of gravity and shifted his feet back.

While sidestepping the claw blade, he reached out, instantly seizing the attacker’s arm. With just a twist of his strength, there was a sharp CRACK as the man’s arm was bent at an unnatural angle. Just as he was about to apply more force, he sensed something and tilted his head, dodging an incoming bullet.

’A Third Limit sharpshooter,’ he thought, his eyes flashing. ’Those are extremely rare.’ As the thought crossed his mind, the man whose arm he had broken, seemingly oblivious to the pain, swung his other claw blade at him. Chen Chuan yanked on his arm and flung him far away.

Sister Huan saw Jiang Huowang get thrown aside by Chen Chuan in a single move, but her expression remained unchanged. The other team members also appeared very calm.

They knew that Jiang Huowang possessed a special constitution, a Secret Technique for cultivating Essence Blood, and an extremely strong ability to absorb drugs, allowing him to recover quickly using stored medicinal properties and substances.

Just as the two had clashed, the assault team members on both sides of the Celestial Bridge’s railings fired net guns toward the opposite side. With a series of THUDS, harpoons dug into the railing and bridge surface thirty meters away, instantly deploying a giant net over the heads of Chen Chuan and the nearby vehicles.

This thing couldn’t stop a Third Limit Fighter from breaking through, but as long as it could hinder them for a moment, it was enough.

Inside the convoy, Meng Shu was currently sitting in her private vehicle. This car had been specially reinforced with thick armor plating and a very stable structure, making it impossible to be easily cut or smashed open.

The moment the attack began, anchors had deployed from the chassis, locking the car’s body to the bridge surface so that it couldn’t be easily moved or flipped by external force.

Despite the bullets constantly striking the car’s body, she remained perfectly calm.

More security personnel and vehicles were moving up from behind, forming a protective circle around the main car. Among them were many Fighters, who watched their surroundings warily, guarding against the use of explosive or armor-piercing weapons.

Although their communications had been jammed at the first moment, they had immediately activated the Domain Creatures in the communications vehicle to establish a strong signal, maintaining internal team communications.

At this moment, a security captain suggested via the Realm Token, "Miss, the enemy’s main force is focused on Advisor Chen. We can try to clear a path. Miss, should we escort you and break through?"

Meng Shu said calmly, "No, stay here."

She then said, "Li Ying."

A light flickered in front of her, and Li Ying’s figure appeared in the seat opposite her, smiling. "Miss, what are your orders?"

This time, Meng Shu wasn’t just moving herself; she was also planning to move Li Ying back to the company. Li Ying’s physical body was currently in an armed cargo truck further back.

Meng Shu looked at her and said, "Li Ying, I want to annihilate all the attackers here. Can you do it without deploying your main body?"

Li Ying possessed direct combat capabilities, but that required her main body to be present—a measure reserved for the most extreme situations. The Dashun Government was very wary of the activities of active Consciousness Bodies, so the major corporations tried to avoid it.

Li Ying smiled. "The focus right now is on Advisor Chen. As long as he can eliminate the attackers, your wish will not be difficult to achieve, Miss."

Meng Shu asked, "Li Ying, what do you think Advisor Chen’s chances of victory are?"

Li Ying glanced outside and gave a figure: "Ninety-eight percent." She looked at Meng Shu and said with a smile, "Even without my intervention, Advisor Chen can annihilate all the attacking enemies by himself."

At that moment, on the bridge, although Jiang Huowang had been thrown, the twisted and shattered parts of his arm were visibly regenerating and knitting back together at a rapid pace. The expression on his face, however, had become maniacal.

When he wore this expression, the members of the assault team grew secretly alarmed and involuntarily moved further away, because at times like this, he often couldn’t distinguish between friend and foe.

Jiang Huowang let out a strange cry and charged at Chen Chuan again.

The Secret Technique he cultivated was extremely unusual. Upon entering a certain state, his speed and strength would increase accordingly. Coupled with his formidable regenerative ability, he was indeed very difficult to deal with in close-quarters combat, which was precisely why he had been chosen for this role.

Chen Chuan watched him approach. Although the man was fast, in his eyes, he was not fast enough. With a turn of his thought, his Second Self instantly merged with him, and he took half a step to the side.

Jiang Huowang’s vision blurred, and he lost sight of Chen Chuan. Then, he felt a tightness on his arm—he had been grabbed again in the same spot as before.

He then felt himself being dragged by an immense force. The world spun around him, and with a loud BANG, he was slammed viciously onto the bridge. A web of cracks spread out from the point of impact.

But even with several broken ribs, his Life Domain remained incredibly vibrant, and the fractures were rapidly healing. Chen Chuan raised a fist, aimed at his head, and smashed it down!

"BOOM!"

The instant the fist descended, a loud gunshot echoed from the distance.

It was the Third Limit Fighter with the gun. Seizing the opportunity, he had fired a shot that he was confident Chen Chuan could absolutely not evade. Even if it didn’t kill him, it would severely injure him.

However, as his eyes followed the shot to the scene ahead, his mouth fell open in disbelief.

On the bridge, Jiang Huowang was still lying there, but his head had been hammered into a pulp of flesh and blood!

Chen Chuan retracted his fist, which was steaming with white mist, from the ruined head and slowly straightened up. A deformed bullet slid down the side of his head, falling to the ground with a TINK.

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