Chen Chuan rely glanced at the ground before twisting his blade and continuing along the tal passage. He walked steadily, unhurried, the sound of his footsteps echoing through the empty factory.
Near the exit, Wei Jun's group heard the approaching sound and felt a surge of fear. They were tense, and cold sweat ran down their bodies.
One person, in a panic, sped up, but slipped and fell a short distance. Realizing that their lower body was now two ters away, they began to scream.
Their state unnerved the others, turning their faces pale and making their breathing ragged. Yet, they dared not stop, their movents becoming shaky and trembling.
But as they crawled forward, the footsteps behind them suddenly stopped, as if they had vanished.
"No sound?"
"What's happening? Did he not follow? Or was he taken care of by the Fighting Mantis?"
Wei Jun couldn't help but look back. His pupils contracted. Chen Chuan was standing at the corner of the corridor, watching them with a calm gaze.
"Fuck."
Wei Jun felt a wave of despair.
"Call for help! Quick, call people in! There's soone outside!" One of the mbers, having spotted Chen Chuan, cried out in panic.
But all they could do was shout.
They had arranged for people to be outside, but they had been told that the factory might get "lively" later and to stay away. So now, those people were faithfully guarding their posts. Even hearing the gunshots and screams inside, no one ca.
And because of the haste and the fact that this was an abandoned factory, there were no telephone lines. They had brought a Radio, but in the chaos earlier, they hadn't had ti to use it, and now it was too late.
Soone seed to realize sothing. "No, this thing is blocking him! Yes, this thing is also blocking him! He can't get through either. We can go, we can escape!"
He cried out excitedly, as if grasping at a lifeline.
The others were also thrilled to realize this might be the case.
"Yes, yes, he can't get through."
Jiang Wei crawled forward silently, ignoring the others behind him. He knew that since Chen Chuan had reached this point, he must have dealt with the two Fighting Mantises. That ant nothing could stop Chen Chuan's Bio-weapon, and they had no chance of resisting in this cramped space.
Instead of wasting energy talking, it was better to run forward. Maybe there was still a chance to escape.
Then, he poked with his knife and was surprised to find no obstruction ahead. Not just him, but everyone around him realized they could no longer feel any resistance.
This was because the spider silk had lost its effectiveness as its duration expired.
Upon discovering this, the Mutual Aid Society mbers scrambled to their feet and stumbled toward the exit.
Chen Chuan then walked up. Though his pace wasn't fast, he quickly caught up to the rear of the group. With a flash of his Blade, one person fell.
Seeing him approach so quickly, Wei Jun kicked the person in front of him toward Chen Chuan. The latter simply deflected with his Snow Emperor Blade, the blade slicing across the person's neck. The person spun around and stumbled back to the wall, clutching their neck. They pushed off the wall and ran out, staggering.
Chen Chuan ignored him. The person, relying on their Martial Artist's physique, ran a hundred steps, blood flowing freely. But their Speed slowed, and they collapsed on the ground, twitching weakly before going still.
One mber, eyes bloodshot, roared and charged at Chen Chuan.
Chen Chuan suddenly appeared to one side, reaching out and gripping the person's neck. His fingers tightened, and with a crack, the person's body and limbs went limp, their feet dragging on the ground.
Chen Chuan's arm remained steady, dragging the person for two steps before releasing them, letting them drop to the ground.
Wei Jun watched the scene, his breathing becoming rapid. He was a capable Martial Artist, and now he wanted to fight Chen Chuan. He was going to die either way, so he might as well go down swinging.
But his legs were frozen in place. Judging from Chen Chuan's performance, not counting Tan Wang, he had no chance of winning.
If he could live, who the hell would want to die?
Senior Zhao had promised to send them experts, but they hadn't arrived. Otherwise, they wouldn't be in this situation!
It seed this was the only way.
He pulled a wriggling, transparent worm from his pocket and swallowed it.
This was sothing left behind by the Two-faced Heart Monster each ti it killed soone. Once swallowed, a person would briefly possess the sa effects as being possessed by the Two-faced Heart Monster.
Although he might enter a hallucination and harm himself by attacking others, external Strength would have difficulty harming him.
As long as he could survive this period, he could live!
Jiang Wei didn't run imdiately after getting up. He hesitated, and soone pushed him aside, running ahead and reaching for the door handle. But as soon as their hand touched it, a dark shadow flashed, and the person was instantly shredded into pieces.
Jiang Wei stared intently at the black shadow before darting forward, reaching the door, and dodging to the side. Even though he was quick enough, one of his arms was still severed.
But his expression didn't change. He had seen clearly that the thing needed to pause before accelerating again. This was his chance to escape. An arm was nothing. As long as he escaped, he could retrieve it later, or just get an Implant.
But as he twisted the handle, he suddenly felt like he had been shoved. He found himself pressed against the door. Slowly moving his cheek, he looked down and saw a blade piercing through his abdon, pinning him to the door.
He still refused to give up. Enduring the pain, he forced himself back a little, grabbing the blade with his one hand and slowly pulling back, trying not to widen the wound. Finally, he pulled the blade from the door.
At that mont, a hand grabbed the hilt of the blade behind him and yanked it back.
Jiang Wei felt a chill in his abdon and groaned. He didn't look back, but staggered forward, clutching his abdon, and continued to reach for the door handle. But his hand was covered in blood, causing him to slip several tis. Finally, he turned around, leaned against the door, and slid to the ground, clutching his abdon.
His face was pale, and cold sweat stread down his forehead. He looked at Chen Chuan and said weakly, "Why do this? If you kill us, you'll die too. Let go, and I can protect you..."
Chen Chuan simply looked at him calmly.
Seeing his expression, Jiang Wei seed to realize sothing. He stared at him. "You won't die? You... you have an Unlimited Self-Defense Permit? You've already obtained an Unlimited Self-Defense Permit? Is that it? Is that it?!"
He scread the last part with all his might.
Chen Chuan didn't answer. He turned and left the corridor, leaving only one person behind. Jiang Wei's voice grew weaker and weaker, his consciousness fading. Finally, his head drooped onto his Chest, and he was silent.
Inside the factory area, Wei Jun's voice echoed, accompanied by the sounds of banging and smashing against the pillars and walls.
"Shen Zheng, you're not dead? Why aren't you dead? Why don't you die? Die!"
"Don't co over here! Your sister isn't here! Zhao Qian took her to Central City! Don't co looking for !"
"Why? Why are you so strong? Talent? I'm the one with the most talent!"
When Chen Chuan walked out, Wei Jun was contorted with rage, strangling a steel pillar with all his might, but it seed he was only making his own suffocation worse.
Chen Chuan watched silently. He had noticed when he approached that Wei Jun seed immune to external harm, but he seed trapped in so inescapable delusion. Furthermore, he was injuring himself when attempting to attack.
He guessed this had sothing to do with the Supernatural Entity and secret ritual they had encountered today.
Shen Zheng must have encountered sothing similar back then, which was why the autopsy results showed that all the harm had been self-inflicted.
Wei Jun's face gradually turned purple. He couldn't shout anymore, but as if he had encountered the most dangerous thing, his hands continued to strangle with all their might, and his eyes gradually rolled back...
At the sa ti, the sky outside was slowly brightening. On the road leading to the factory, Lu Fang, Shu Han, and others were in several Off-road vehicles, driving at top Speed.
"Faster, faster!" People urged the driver repeatedly.
The Fenxin Society mbers had heard that Chen Chuan had received a recomndation from the Foreign Affairs Bureau, but the Mutual Aid Society had found out and arranged a eting with Chen Chuan at the old Lian Machinery Factory.
This address imdiately touched a nerve with them, because Shen Zheng had died in that place, with the cause of death said to be self-inflicted.
Now, Chen Chuan had been called there. Was history about to repeat itself?
The Fenxin Society imdiately decided to go to that place together. Although these people didn't have much martial strength and had long lost their power after many core mbers left the society, those who had stayed until now all had a strong conviction.
Shu Han said to Lu Fang, "Senior Lu, you've already graduated. You don't have to co."
Lu Fang shook his head and said firmly, "I wasn't there when senior encountered difficulties. I hate myself for it. Why wasn't it who died instead of senior? I think if senior were here, maybe things would be different today." He took a breath and said, "But at least today, I can make up for it."
"Senior Lu is right. We couldn't do anything when senior died three years ago, but we can't do nothing now. Chen Chuan has received a recomndation and can take the Unlimited Self-Defense Permit exam. He's the only hope after senior. We can't give up. Even if senior is gone, soone can continue this path!"
The Fenxin Society mbers nodded to each other. So of them had already graduated, but they still ca. Although Chen Chuan had rejected their invitation, they had been paying attention to him.
They later discovered that Chen Chuan's Martial Combat Strength didn't seem to have lagged behind due to choosing the Zhou Yuan Strength thod. On the contrary, he had done things that ordinary students couldn't do, proving that Chen Chuan's chosen path was correct.
After driving for a while, the car finally arrived near the old factory.
"It's here!" Soone pointed to the building in front.
The Fenxin Society students' expressions were very complicated, with both sadness and anger.
Three years ago, they had seen Shen Zheng's body being carried out of here. And now, another one was here. Were they going to do it again? They wouldn't allow it!
But when they reached the intersection, they found that not only were there obstacles set up on the outside, but there were also patrolling Security guards, so they couldn't go straight in. They got out of the car.
However, as soon as they got to the front, they were stopped by the security guards, who told them that this was a private factory area and they were not allowed to approach.
The Wei family's butler saw these people. More than an hour had passed, and the door hadn't opened yet. Considering that the young master and the others might not have had their fill yet, he had to stop the people outside.
But it was almost dawn, and it seed like it was ti for them to finish up quickly. He had just received a ssage from the Radio that soone was already on their way here.
Lu Fang and the others were anxious. They knew that every minute of delay could an more danger, so they decided to force their way in. These Security guards didn't have guns. They couldn't stop them with just their martial arts.
Just as they were about to act, the ground suddenly shook, and Ard patrol vehicles drove along the road towards them.
"It's the Patrol Bureau! Patrol Bureau's cars!"
As ard police officers got out and lined up on both sides, a special car stopped in the middle, and deputy director Guan Yumming got out of the car and stood outside.
The butler was shocked. He didn't expect Guan Yumming to be here. But before he could step forward, he suddenly heard movent again. He looked to the other side, where another line of black ard vehicles was driving over and stopping in front.
His expression changed slightly. "Secret Cult Investigation Bureau?"
The door of the lead ard special car opened, and Bureau Chief Lei got out of the car. Behind him, people with dense patterns painted on their faces and the backs of their hands, wearing black windbreakers, walked out.
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