Chapter 1441 - 1439: Breakthrough
Harvesting.
Exactly.
For Yang Chen and the Iron-faced Man, this battle was nothing more than harvesting lives.
Fire was nothing to the Iron-faced Man, but for these special forces, it was as impossible to escape as a leech clinging to the bone. In the end, they either fell to the kiss of the flames or were mercilessly killed by the Iron-faced Man.
As for Yang Chen, it was like a wolf in a flock of sheep, unable to withstand even a single charge.
These special forces, though from the top guard of Beihai Country, even trained by master-level figures of the Northern Federation, were still far from being Yang Chen’s match.
After all, all the international special forces had to tuck their tails and walk around when they encountered the Dragon Tooth Squad back then.
Those so-called ’masters’ of the Northern Federation probably didn’t even have the qualifications to fight the frontline guards at the time, let alone the Dragon Tooth Squad, and were being secretive in training the Beihai Country’s special forces.
Plus, with Yang Chen’s powerful cultivation, he felt these people were just slightly stronger than ordinary people.
Perhaps they had skills ordinary people could not compare to, but Yang Chen struck before they had a chance to use them, let alone fire a shot.
Some never even saw what Yang Chen looked like before they met their end.
Presumably, they were muddle-headed ghosts when they reached King Yama.
The third squad was quickly wiped out.
At this moment, the flames had reached a certain intensity.
Yang Chen held his breath and went to a slightly better corner to meet up with the Iron-faced Man.
Looking at the Iron-faced Man, Yang Chen said solemnly, "When we go out later, we will inevitably face strong firepower. You’re not suitable to show yourself now, take the opportunity to hide. Night Fire and Gao Hong will coordinate with my actions outside!"
The Iron-faced Man hesitated for a moment, although he wanted to continue killing, Yang Chen’s order was more important.
Yang Chen glanced at the Iron-faced Man, grabbed a piece of steel plate, and charged out.
In that instant of emerging.
Ding ding ding ding!
A flurry of crazy firepower rained down immediately.
Yang Chen felt vibrations in his hands, and he could even see the flying sparks!
These people were furiously firing at Yang Chen.
They were determined that no one leaving the headquarters of the Four Spirits Hall could be spared!
If not for carrying the steel plate, Yang Chen would have been riddled like a sieve.
Yang Chen rushed out, as a signal to Night Fire and Gao Hong.
The signals were jammed on the scene, making communication difficult, so they depended on this method.
In a hidden base.
Seeing Yang Chen rushing out, Night Fire immediately shouted, "Move!"
Gao Hong, already prepared, heard Night Fire’s command and immediately pulled the bolt, bang!
The sniper bullet shot out, piercing through two heads and embedding into the ground.
Night Fire also quickly began firing.
On both sides of the headquarters building, teams were hidden, relentlessly firing at Yang Chen.
Night Fire and Gao Hong had already pinpointed their locations, and during the action, they each worked separately but cooperatively.
The current situation had these people treating Yang Chen as a target dummy. But the heavy steel plate made bullets unable to penetrate, let alone harm the person behind.
In Night Fire and Gao Hong’s eyes, these people became real targets, each shot hitting with satisfaction!
Soon, someone sensed something was wrong and shouted to find cover.
But they didn’t know Night Fire and Gao Hong’s locations and kept getting shot!
Their firepower weakened considerably, and Yang Chen seized the opportunity to move quickly, vanishing into the darkness.
Hidden in the shadows, there was another team.
In the instant Yang Chen dashed into a side building, a shadow lunged from the darkness, a blade flashing coldly toward Yang Chen’s head.
Yang Chen’s eyes flashed with cold light as he drew his sword!
Clang!
The opposing ninja blade shattered, and Yang Chen’s sword thrust onward, piercing the throat of the martial artist.
Withdrawing the sword.
Slish!
Blood spurted out.
The martial artist hurriedly clutched at the wound on his throat with his hand, but it was too late...
Yang Chen pressed on further inside.
Martial artists continuously jumped out.
Younger guards Yang Chen dealt with in a single strike, never wasting a second blow. Even more formidable elites struggled to withstand three moves from Yang Chen, ultimately falling as casualties beneath his blade.
Before a glass door.
Yang Chen was stopped by a slender old man.
Eyeing the elder’s sword, Yang Chen halted, his expression turning serious.
"Martial artists should always move in the shadows, leaving no name. But today, encountering you, I think it’s necessary to announce my name!" the old man said with a hoarse voice, standing in the dark.
His voice seemed to come from all directions, and Yang Chen, with a slight frown, nodded, "Please speak."
The old man slowly put a hand on his sword hilt as he drew it out, saying, "Thirteen Winds of the Sixteen Traditions, Chief Instructor, Akagi Kazuto!"
Yang Chen nodded, "I’ve heard much about you!"
Clang!
Akagi Kazuto drew his sword and pointed it at Yang Chen, "Deceit! You people couldn’t possibly have known my name! Where does this ’heard much about you’ come from!"
"Oh! Then... nice to meet you, please guide me!" Yang Chen nodded.
"You!" Akagi Kazuto trembled with anger, feeling like striking flimsy cotton, finding no leverage at all.
But soon, Akagi Kazuto regained composure, coldly looking at Yang Chen, "Trying to unsettle me won’t work!"
Yang Chen smiled slightly, shrugging, "I’m just speaking according to your Beihai Country’s norms, is there anything wrong with that?"
Akagi Kazuto found himself at a loss for words.
He accused Yang Chen of being deceitful, yet weren’t they being deceitful as well, always polite and deferential on the surface, while harboring lethal intentions beneath, who was truly deceitful?
Unraveling this question eluded him, nor did he intend to dwell on it.
He addressed Yang Chen, "Prepare yourself! I’m making my move!"
Yang Chen laughed, lifting his sword, "I don’t believe you’d usually shout something before attacking?"
"That is..."
Puff!
Grunt!
Akagi Kazuto groaned, looking down in disbelief at the ninja blade protruding from his abdomen.
He had no idea someone had approached him from behind.
"That’s why!" Yang Chen said calmly, "I don’t have time for gentlemanly games, I’m busy!"
Akagi Kazuto’s face contorted, whether from pain or anger, glaring menacingly at Yang Chen.
But his chance was gone.
The ninja blade sliced horizontally.
Puff...
The scene was gruesome, Yang Chen didn’t even glance at it.
The ninja blade clattered to the ground, the owner vanishing back into the darkness.
Yang Chen’s lips curled slightly as he moved forward.
More martial artists lay in ambush ahead, dispatched by Yang Chen effortlessly as he went.
Breaking out of the building, Yang Chen halted in his tracks.
Opposite him stood five men in business attire!
The five stood scattered, casually, with even someone leaning against the wall, yet all shared a focus on Yang Chen.
"I told you! Those outdated methods are useless!" a shrill voice remarked.