The Beauty CEO's Personal Expert

"Ling Chen, I told you, you’ll regret this." Chen Derong said coldly, "While there’s still a chance, if you hand over that corpse, I’ll immediately lead my people to retreat and guarantee not to harm a single one of you. How about it?"

"I have another suggestion. You leave immediately with your people, and I’ll ensure the safety of that corpse." Ling Chen replied, "I don’t know if you’ve thought about this. Even if you take over this base, do you really think you can get that corpse? Have you not considered that I might have made some preparations?"

Hearing these words, Chen Derong’s face darkened involuntarily, asking, "What do you want?"

"I think you should see, I have three lines of defense behind me. If all three lines of defense collapse, the corpse will be destroyed immediately. By then, even if you kill us all, you can forget about obtaining that corpse."

"Ling Chen, how dare you!"

Ling Chen shrugged, smiling indifferently, "I might not survive tonight, so what wouldn’t I dare to do? If you don’t believe me, feel free to try."

Chen Derong said in a deep voice, "Do you know how important the secrets of that corpse are to all of us?"

"That’s not my concern right now."

"Ling Chen, don’t make futile resistance. If you’re willing to hand over that corpse, I can beg Mr. Chen to let you join us."

"Sorry! There’s a saying, ’People who don’t share the same values can’t work together.’ You want to recruit me, but I don’t want to be in cahoots with you."

Seeing that Ling Chen was impervious, Chen Derong couldn’t help but get angry, saying, "I think you’re seeking your own death." With these words, he let out a shout and swiftly charged towards Ling Chen, palms targeting his face.

Seeing the attack closing in, Ling Chen took a step back, then raised the Wave-cutting Sword, striking at those fleshy palms. Infused with Inner Strength, the body of the Wave-cutting Sword trembled slightly, emitting a humming sound. As the sword blade drove straight in, Chen Derong’s palms suddenly changed tactics, clasping the sword with their heels. Instantly, the momentum of the Wave-cutting Sword was halted.

Simultaneously, Ling Chen felt a huge surge of inner energy pass through the sword body, impacting his arm.

Chen Derong wasn’t weak. In just a moment, Ling Chen felt as if his swordsman arm were struck hard; not only did his tiger’s mouth split open, but numbness surged through, rendering it seemingly insensible. At that moment, he didn’t have time to think. Chen Derong was already pressing closer along the sword, and he immediately released his grip with five fingers, quickly grasping the Wave-cutting Sword with his left hand, twisting his waist, tapping his feet on the ground, and heavily retreating, withdrawing the Wave-cutting Sword from the opponent’s control.

"Let’s see where you run now!" Seeing Ling Chen escape, Chen Derong immediately accelerated, crowding in again, seeking to capitalize on his advantage.

At this moment, Ling Chen, retreating, suddenly halted, flipped his left wrist, and planted the Wave-cutting Sword into the ground. Next, he leaned his body forward, actually meeting Chen Derong’s charge directly. As they got close, he swung his arm, meeting the opponent’s attack with his own left palm.

When the palms of the two met, Chen Derong’s face sharply changed, a trace of terror flashing in his eyes. However, by the time he reacted, it was too late; a surge of powerful inner strength followed Ling Chen’s left palm, crashing into his body wave after wave like a tumultuous tide, growing stronger with each successive wave.

"Break for me!"

A furious shout resounded, and Chen Derong’s body flew out like a kite with a broken string, hitting the ground heavily and spitting out a mouthful of blood with a ’puff’.

Seeing Chen Derong repelled by Ling Chen, Chen Qinghua, who was entangled with Tong Zhentian not far away, frowned, immediately withdrawing from the fight and swiftly making his way to Chen Derong’s side, retreating with him toward the gate. As the two left, the previously stalemated battle immediately tilted overwhelmingly, the remaining few became completely suppressed, unable to retaliate, having no choice but to follow Chen Qinghua in retreat.

Watching that group disappear through the gate, Ling Chen couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. At last, he had repelled one wave of their assault. However, his heavy heart didn’t lighten, for he knew the oncoming assault would be even more intense, expecting He Honggang and Chen Younian to make their move.

Thinking of those three guys, Ling Chen couldn’t help but feel a headache. He could withstand the assault of Heavenly List experts, but he had no way to stop He Honggang and the other two’s combined attack. Although he had Ling Gengqiu backing him up, Ling Gengqiu alone was no match for the three of them.

"Ling Cheng, are you alright?" Qiu Yong came over, asking with a concerned expression.

"I’m fine, just a minor injury." Ling Chen moved his right arm, still somewhat numb, probably unable to wield a sword for a short while. Picking up the Wave-cutting Sword, Ling Chen followed everyone back to the first line of defense, then sat on the ground, recovering his spent energy.

"Ling Chen." At this time, Hu Fei arrived with a few people, carrying several wooden boxes to Ling Chen’s side.

"What are you doing here?"

"I knew the battle was intense on your side, so I came to help, and brought some good stuff for you." Saying so, Hu Fei opened the lid of the wooden box, pointing to the things inside, with a wicked smile spreading across his round face, "So, will these come in handy?"

Glancing at the items, Ling Chen couldn’t help but laugh, nodding, "You rascal, why didn’t you bring out these good things earlier? If we’d had them earlier, they wouldn’t have gotten in."

"Good things are always saved for the last. Use this to hold them off for now. I’ll check the warehouse and see if there’s anything else good."

"Alright!"

After resting for about five minutes, footsteps again sounded outside the gate. Ling Chen slowly got up, eyes tightly fixed on the entrance. In no time, Chen Qinghua appeared in sight. Behind him were a dozen others, each with a grim expression and a burly physique.

In a flash of realization, Ling Chen immediately understood. These should be members from the Dark Pavilion. He had dealt with people from the Dark Pavilion before and knew of their prowess. They mastered an evil technique that could momentarily elevate their strength from the Earthly List to the Heavenly List in an instant. Though it only lasted for a few minutes, when several are involved, it would form a terrifying force.

These dozen people are likely the backbone of the Dark Pavilion.

Thinking of this, Ling Chen didn’t dare to be careless, quickly casting his eyes towards the boxes Hu Fei just brought.