Chapter 90: Breaking the Trend

Chapter 90: Breaking the Trend

Chapter 90: Breaking the Trend
When Tong Baitao saw the body flying towards him, he pushed it to the side without mercy, letting it fly to the side. Then he 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 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. As he watched Tong Baitao's figure gradually grow larger 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 completely release his speed, so the trajectory of the slash was clear, and under the push of the alienated tissue in his body, a force was transmitted to the blade.

Tong Baitao quickly pushed two steel rods up and down, trying to block the knife. Although he did block it, there came an explosive force that he could hardly believe. His two hands could not hold on any longer, and one of the steel rods flew out of his hand, while the other was actually cut off with a clang.

The knife light continued to move 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 severely. 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. Then he 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 past the back of his head, even tearing off 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 backward, as if he had not been able to put them down yet. The knife happened to cut his ribs.

However, the force of the sword that should have cut him in half in one fell swoop, unexpectedly encountered a layer of soft force that was gathering layer by layer after breaking through a layer of hard outer armor. It was like countless layers of contracting and full of biting force of muscles, which prevented the blade from moving forward for a while and made it stuck inside.

Chen Chuan's eyes flashed, and he immediately realized that this was not just the effect of the implant, but should be a force that blocks and dissolves 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 posed the greatest threat, 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 dared to approach and attack. But once the knife was gone, that guy would have no chance of fighting against those of them with implants with his bare hands!

Chen Chuan's eyes remained calm. Most people would indeed be passive in this situation, and without weapons their fighting power would be reduced to the lowest level, but that was not the case with him.

He loosened his knife-holding hand and took a step forward. Pushed 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 by this bizarre scene at all. His hand continued to move forward, and after making contact with it, a soft force pushed the two hands towards Tong Baitao's cheek.

At this moment, the alienated tissue in his body was pushing forward layer by layer. If this blow hits, even if the penetrating force fails to smash the latter's head, it will 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 poison 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 his chance. He grabbed his arms with the two hands behind him, while his other two normal arms came forward to hug Chen Chuan around the waist and pulled 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 again. Along with the sound of gunfire from Tong Qianjiang's side, a bullet passed in front of him. He used this opportunity to create a little space by leaning back, and then raised his foot and stepped down, heavily stepping 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, almost making the latter die. He took this opportunity to grab the handle of Xuejun's knife, first pushing it outwards and then prying it inwards!
Tong Baitao let out a shrill scream. At this time, gunshots were fired from behind, but none of them hit Chen Chuan. It was obvious that Tong Qianjiang behind him was also anxious. After Chen Chuan pulled out the Xuejun Knife, he grabbed the handle and raised it high, looking like he was going to behead Tong Baitao below.

Fang Dawei seemed to have not recovered from taking the medicine, so he had not moved just now. But now he could not bear it any longer, so he rushed up and kicked 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, with the blade pointing inward and the handle facing outward, and pressed it against Fang Dawei's chest. Then he leaned his shoulder forward and knocked the latter out.

He kept 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 and barely escaped from the blade. But even so, the blade passed near his collarbone and cut another mark.

Chen Chuan's attack was not over yet. He used the force of the knife's back swing and moved along with the knife. At the same time, he held the handle of the knife with both hands, with the tip of the knife pointing forward, and stabbed towards Tong Baitao's throat!
Tong Qianjiang shouted, 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 push of 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 down, the robbers saw Tong Baitao supporting himself with his four hands, 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, and 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 endure the attack. When the gun was fired, he drew his knife and retreated to the back when the blood spurted 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, various scattered tools, and even some body parts and implanted shells. Fang Dawei and others had kicked some of them away on purpose so as not to hinder the battle, but there was no time to clean them up in such a short time.

This caused the two people's forward rush to encounter obstacles, becoming stumbling 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. He lightly raised the Xuejun Knife to push them away. Looking 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 collided, and a gap appeared in the knife in the latter's hand.

Chen Chuan then twisted his wrist like a spear, and 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. When Fang Dawei saw this, he paused but stood still.

At this time, Chen Chuan raised his wrist slightly and took a step forward. Tong Qianjiang could not help but grab the blade, stood on tiptoes, and stepped back repeatedly. After walking about ten steps, he almost returned to the entrance of the sentry post.

At this time, Chen Chuan suddenly drew out the knife, brought the handle in front of him, then shouted, held the handle with both hands, turned around and chopped, and with a "swish", Tong Qianjiang's head flew up, passed through the gate of the fort, and fell on the open space outside, while his headless body shook twice and fell to the ground.

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(End of this chapter)