Chapter 90: Breaking the Momentum

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Chapter 90 of "Atlas of Heaven and Earth" starts with thrilling twists: Tong Baitao saw the body flying towards him, callously shoved it aside, letting it crash... Continue the story!

Tong Baitao saw the body flying towards him, callously shoved it aside, letting it crash to the ground. Wielding his steel rod, he advanced with fierce strides. Standing at the doorway, Tong Qianjiang suddenly raised his hand, aiming the gun at Chen Chuan's head. Though he didn't fire, a sense of menace was palpable. This was the tacit understanding between the two brothers; one attacks, the other provides cover. Old Seven the Spider, atop the fortress, scurried about, deliberately making rustling noises. He was both announcing his presence and awaiting an opportunity to strike. Chen Chuan took all of this into his senses. Watching Tong Baitao's figure loom larger, he moved, advancing towards the latter, Long Sword rising in a diagonal slash from below. To guard against the distant pistol and the threat from behind, he didn't fully unleash his Speed. The trajectory of the slash was clear, and propelled by the Mutated Tissue within his body, a surge of Internal energy transferred to the blade. Tong Baitao hurriedly pressed both steel rods downward, trying to block the blade. He managed to block it, but an unbelievable explosive Strength came from it. His hands lost their grip, one steel rod flying away while the other was cleanly severed with a clang. The Blade flash didn't stop, continuing to sweep towards his chest, instantly cleaving a deep gash in the shell armor. The inner carapace and cavity walls were exposed. If the strike had gone deeper, even if it didn't kill him outright, it would severely cripple him. Just then, Chen Chuan sensed movement from above and behind. He immediately retracted the sword, deflecting a blow dart aimed at the back of his head, then swiftly advanced, Long Sword slashing diagonally! As he stepped forward, a gunshot rang out. A bullet grazed the back of his head, taking a strand of hair with it, but his expression didn't change. Tong Baitao , lifted upwards by the force, was forced to lean back. He hadn't fully recovered when the sword struck him in the ribs. However, the seemingly unstoppable force of the blade, after breaking through a layer of tough armor, encountered a force of layered contraction. It felt like countless muscle layers contracting, full of biting force, preventing the blade from advancing and trapping it. Chen Chuan's eyes flashed. He immediately realized that this wasn't just the effect of the Implant, but a form of Internal energy designed to block and neutralize sharp blades! A cunning look appeared in Tong Baitao's eyes. His raised arm clamped down, coordinating with the contracting muscles within his body, firmly locking the blade. Sёarᴄh the novёlF~ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Though he looked burly and reckless, he wasn't as impulsive as he seemed. He had just played a trick. He saw that Chen Chuan's Snow Emperor Blade was the greatest threat, so he decided to risk injury to Control the weapon. With or without the blade were two different things. With the sword in hand, none of them dared to approach. But without it, that kid had no chance against those with Implants! Chen Chuan's expression remained calm. In this situation, most people would indeed become passive. Without a Weapon, combat strength would plummet, but he was different. He released his grip on the sword, stepped forward, and driven by a Strength Technique, his body followed the force, pushing a palm towards the opponent's face. The Speed of the palm didn't seem fast, but Tong Baitao watched the hand slowly enlarge in his vision, his pupils contracting as he sensed an immense danger. He grunted, and the clothing on his back where the shoulder blades protruded suddenly exploded, revealing two other deformed long arms that lashed out and Blocked in front of him. Chen Chuan didn't seem fazed by this grotesque scene. His hand continued to advance, and upon contact, a gentle force pushed the two arms towards Tong Baitao's face. At that moment, the Mutated Tissue within his body propelled the force layer by layer. If this strike landed, even if it didn't shatter the latter's head, it would be enough to incapacitate him temporarily. However, just as the blow was about to land, he sensed something and tilted his head to the side. A poisoned needle shot down from above and bounced off the protective gear on his shoulder. Tong Baitao seized the opportunity. The two arms from his back grabbed for his arm, while the other two normal arms wrapped around Chen Chuan's waist, pulling him closer. Chen Chuan disregarded the penetrating force of the embrace, raised his knee to prevent his body from moving forward, and with a flicker in his eyes, tilted his head back. As Tong Qianjiang's gunshot rang out, a bullet passed in front of his face. He used the backward tilt to create a little space, then stomped down hard on Tong Baitao's ankle. Tong Baitao's face contorted, and the strength in his hands slackened. Chen Chuan lowered his body, twisted at the waist, and actually lifted Tong Baitao's burly body into the air, slamming him heavily to the ground, almost knocking the breath out of him. He seized the opportunity to grab the handle of the Snow Emperor Blade, first pushing it outwards, then prying inwards with force! Tong Baitao let out a shrill scream. Gunshots rang out from behind, but none hit Chen Chuan . Tong Qianjiang was clearly desperate. Chen Chuan pulled out the Snow Emperor Blade, gripped the handle, raised it high, and looked as if he would decapitate Tong Baitao below. Fang Dawei , seemingly still affected by the drugs, hadn't moved until now. Finally, he couldn't hold back and rushed up, launching a horizontal kick at him. Chen Chuan twisted his wrist, slashing with the blade in the same motion. He had intended to sever his leg, but upon contact, it felt as if he had encountered something extremely smooth and flexible. The blade actually slid off. Realizing this, he twisted his wrist again, hooking the blade inward and using the hilt to thrust into Fang Dawei's Chest. Then, leaning forward with his shoulder, he slammed the latter away. Without pausing, he used the force from the backswing of the blade, his body following the blade, and sent a flashing Blade flash towards Tong Baitao's neck as he stood up. In horror, the latter moved backwards with all four hands and two feet, barely escaping the blade. Even so, the blade grazed near his collarbone, cutting another gash. Chen Chuan's offensive wasn't over. Using the Strength of the backswing, he moved with the blade, both hands gripping the hilt, and thrust the blade point towards Tong Baitao's throat! Tong Qianjiang shouted, grabbed the side panel of a broken crate, and threw it at Chen Chuan from a distance. Chen Chuan watched coldly, ignoring it completely. With the Mutated Tissue propelling him layer by layer, he formed a unified force, stepped forward in a bow stance, and thrust the blade forward. In that instant, he seemed to feel it pierce through something tough. The crate panel, upon reaching his shoulder, seemed to encounter an invisible Strength, and shattered into countless fragments with a crack. As the shattered wooden pieces fell, the remaining robbers saw Tong Baitao supporting himself with four hands, sitting halfway on the ground, head tilted back, and the chilling Long Sword piercing through his throat and protruding from the back of his head. His eyes rolled back, and he could only make gurgling sounds, his four hands and body twitching. Tong Qianjiang's eyes turned red at the sight. He screamed madly and, no longer caring about guarding the entrance, raised his gun and emptied all the bullets at Chen Chuan , then grabbed a knife and charged at him. Chen Chuan didn't choose to stand his ground. As soon as he opened fire, he withdrew the sword, and as the fountain of blood spurted out, he stepped back. Fang Dawei also charged towards him, and it seemed that the two were attacking him from two directions. Chen Chuan looked at the remaining two, flicked the blade, and retreated a few steps towards the area with more debris. These things were scattered on the ground after the wooden crates broke apart. Many were empty cans, ropes, and various scattered tools, even mixed with some remnants of limbs and implanted carapaces. Fang Dawei and others had intentionally kicked some aside to avoid hindering the fight, but there wasn't enough time to clean up completely. This caused the two to encounter obstacles in the process of rushing forward, making them stumble, and their Speed inevitably slowed down. Tong Qianjiang was even more uncomfortable. Seeing Tong Baitao die, he now wished he could rush up and kill Chen Chuan immediately, but he was hindered by these obstacles. He roared frantically, kicking everything towards Chen Chuan as he advanced. Chen Chuan remained calm, lightly lifted the Snow Emperor Blade to deflect them, and watching Tong Qianjiang rush over first and slash at him with the knife, gently raised the Snow Emperor Blade and tapped it with the back of the blade. The two collided, and a gap immediately appeared in the latter's knife. Chen Chuan then twisted his wrist, turning like a spear, deflecting the former's knife while shifting his body to the side, stretching his shoulders and back, holding the knife in one hand and thrusting it forward. With a soft sound, it pierced through the protective gear and straight into the abdominal cavity. Tong Qianjiang's movements froze, his back arching. Fang Dawei stopped in his tracks at the sight. Chen Chuan then slightly lifted his wrist and stepped forward. Tong Qianjiang couldn't help but grab the blade, stand on his toes, and stagger backwards. After about ten steps, he almost stumbled back to the sentry post entrance. Chen Chuan then suddenly pulled out the knife, drew the hilt to his chest, and then with a shout, gripped the hilt with both hands and spun into a rising slash. With a soft sound, Tong Qianjiang's head flew off, passed through the sentry post door, and fell onto the open ground outside, while his headless body swayed twice and collapsed to the ground. …… ……

Chapter 90: Breaking the Momentum

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