Atlas of Heaven and Man

Seeing the body flying towards him, Tong Baitao mercilessly shoved it aside, letting the corpse fly to the side, while he, wielding a steel rod, bravely strode forward.

Standing at the doorway, Tong Qianjiang suddenly raised his hand, the gun pointed at Chen Chuan's head. Although he didn't fire, there was a faint sense of deterrence.

This was a tacit understanding between the two brothers; when one attacked, the other provided cover.

Spider Lao Qi on the top of the fortress was also crawling around, deliberately making rustling noises, both to show his presence and to wait for an opportunity to strike.

Chen Chuan took all of this into his senses. Watching Tong Baitao's figure gradually enlarge in front of him, he moved his feet, actively moving towards the latter, and slashed upwards with the long knife from below.

To guard against the distant pistol and the threat from behind, he didn't fully unleash his speed, so the trajectory of this slash was clear. Driven by the alienated tissue in his body, a force was transmitted to the blade.

Tong Baitao hurriedly pressed down with both steel rods, trying to block the knife. However, although he blocked it, an incredible explosive force came from it. Both hands suddenly couldn't hold on, one steel rod flew out of his hand, and the other was actually cut off with a clang.

The streak of light from the blade didn't stop, continuing to sweep towards his chest, instantly cutting a deep gash in the shell armor, revealing the inner shell tissue and the cavity wall.

If this knife continued to go deeper, even if it couldn't kill him on the spot, it could severely injure him in one fell swoop. But at this moment, Chen Chuan felt a sudden movement from behind and above. He immediately retracted the knife, using a wrapping motion to knock away a blowpipe dart aimed at the back of his head. His feet quickly advanced a step, and the long knife slashed diagonally!

Just as he stepped forward, a gunshot erupted, and a bullet grazed the back of his head, even taking a strand of hair with it, but his expression didn't change.

Tong Baitao's hands were lifted upwards by the force just now, and he was forced to lean back. He didn't seem to have recovered yet. When this knife came over, it happened to slash at his ribs.

However, the force of the knife, which should have cut him open in one fell swoop, encountered a layer of soft force that constricted layer by layer after breaking through a layer of hard outer armor. It seemed to be countless layers of contracting, gripping muscle layers, which prevented the blade from moving forward for a while and trapped it inside.

Chen Chuan's eyes flashed. He immediately realized that this was not just the effect of the implant, but should be a force that blocked and dissolved sharp blades!

In Tong Baitao's eyes, a sly look appeared at this moment. The raised arm came down and clamped, and in coordination with the constricting muscles in the body, the blade was firmly locked.

He looked burly and barbaric, but in fact, he wasn't as reckless as he seemed. He had just played a trick. He saw that the Snow Monarch Blade in Chen Chuan's hand was the biggest threat, so he decided to risk injury to control this weapon first.

Having a knife and not having a knife were two completely different things. With a knife in hand, none of them dared to approach and besiege him. But once the knife was gone, there was no way the kid could fight them, who all had implants, with his bare hands!

Chen Chuan's eyes remained calm. An ordinary person would indeed be in a passive situation under these circumstances. Without a weapon, their combat power would plummet. But he was not.

He loosened his grip on the knife, took a step forward, and under the impetus of a force technique, his body moved with the force, and he pushed a palm towards the opponent's face.

This palm didn't look fast, but Tong Baitao watched the palm slowly enlarge in his vision, and his pupils shrank, as if he felt some great danger.

At this time, he snorted, and the clothes at the bulge of his shoulder blades suddenly burst open, revealing two more deformed long arms that protruded from there, blocking in front of him.

Chen Chuan didn't seem to be moved by this grotesque scene at all. The hand continued to advance, and after coming into contact with it, a soft force pushed the two hands together towards Tong Baitao's cheek.

At this moment, the alienated tissue in his body pushed layer by layer. If this strike hit, even if it couldn't shatter the latter's head, it would be enough to make him temporarily lose his combat power.

However, just as this strike was about to land, he seemed to sense something, and his head tilted to the side. A poisonous needle shot down from above and bounced off under the protection of the protective suit.

Tong Baitao gained a respite and got an opportunity. The two arms behind him grabbed his arm, while the other two normal arms came forward and hugged Chen Chuan around the waist, pulling him towards himself.

Chen Chuan turned a blind eye to the penetrating force of the hug, raised his knee and bumped it, stopping his body from continuing to move forward. At this time, his eyes moved, and his head leaned back again. Accompanied by the sound of Tong Qianjiang's gunshot, a bullet passed in front of him. He then used this leaning back to tear open a little space, and then stepped down with his raised foot, heavily stepping on Tong Baitao's ankle joint.

Tong Baitao's face twisted for a while, and the strength in his hands couldn't help but loosen.

Chen Chuan then sank down, twisting his waist at the same time, unexpectedly dragging Tong Baitao's tall and strong body into the air and slamming it heavily on the ground, causing the latter to almost lose his breath. He took this opportunity to grab the hilt of the Snow Monarch Blade, first sending it outwards, and then using force to pry it inwards!

Tong Baitao let out a miserable scream. At this time, gunshots rang out from behind, but none of them hit Chen Chuan. Obviously, Tong Qianjiang in the rear was also anxious.

After Chen Chuan pulled out the Snow Monarch Blade, he grabbed the hilt and raised it high, seeming to behead Tong Baitao below.

Fang Dawei seemed to have not recovered from taking the medicine. He hadn't moved just now, but now he couldn't help it anymore, rushing up and kicking him horizontally.

Chen Chuan turned his wrist, and the blade slashed smoothly. He originally intended to cut off his leg, but unexpectedly, upon contact, it seemed to have touched something extremely slippery and flexible. The blade actually slipped directly from there.

After discovering this, he turned his wrist again, with the blade facing inward, and the hilt facing outward, pushing it against Fang Dawei's chest. Then he leaned his shoulder forward, and knocked the latter out horizontally.

His movements didn't stop. Using his waist to exert force, he flung the blade backwards, and a flashing blade light slashed towards Tong Baitao's neck, who had just gotten up.

In horror, the latter moved backwards with four hands and two feet together, narrowly escaping from under the edge of the blade. But even so, the blade cut through his collarbone, cutting another knife mark.

Fang Dawei also rushed towards him at this time, seeming to attack him from two directions respectively.

Chen Chuan looked at the remaining two people, flicked the blade, and moved his feet lightly, retreating a few steps to a place with more debris on the ground.

These things were all dropped on the ground after the previous wooden boxes were broken. There were many empty cans, ropes, and various scattered tools, even mixed with some remnants and implanted carapaces. Although Fang Dawei and others had intentionally kicked some away in order not to hinder the battle, there was simply not enough time to clean them up in a short period of time.

This caused the two people's forward rush to encounter obstacles, becoming stumbling and stumbling, and the speed also slowed down.

Tong Qianjiang was even more uncomfortable. Seeing Tong Baitao die, he now couldn't wait to rush up and kill Chen Chuan immediately, but he was blocked by these obstacles. He roared madly, kicking all these things towards Chen Chuan's location one foot after another in the process of advancing.

Chen Chuan looked calm, lightly raised the Snow Monarch Blade to dial these things open, looked at Tong Qianjiang, who rushed over first and slashed at him with a knife, gently raised the Snow Monarch Blade, and knocked with the back of the knife. The two collided, and the knife in the latter's hand instantly cracked a gap.

Chen Chuan then twisted his wrist, turning like a spear, turning away the former's knife. At the same time, his body tilted to the side, his shoulders and back stretched, and he held the knife in one hand and sent it forward. With a chi sound, he pierced through the protective clothing and went straight into the abdominal cavity.

Tong Qianjiang's movements stopped, and his back arched involuntarily. Fang Dawei saw this scene, his feet paused, but he stood still.

At this time, Chen Chuan slightly picked up his wrist and stepped forward. Tong Qianjiang couldn't help but grab the blade, tiptoeing and retreating backwards. After walking more than ten steps, he almost fell back to the entrance of the sentry post.

At this time, Chen Chuan suddenly drew his knife, bringing the hilt to his face, and then with a shout, he held the hilt with both hands and slashed in a spinning motion. With a chi sound, Tong Qianjiang's head flew up with a swish and passed through the sentry post gate, falling on the open space outside, while his headless body swayed twice and fell to the ground.

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