Free Web NovelChapter 414: Chapter 144: Liu Blade
Chen Chuan glanced at it; the caller ID showed it was from the Fusion Boundary Affairs Department. He didn’t get involved in internal company business, so he ignored it.
But perhaps because he refused to answer, they sent him a voice message through the company’s internal public platform:
"Mr. Chen, we know what you’re capable of, but please don’t make an unwise choice. Her promises can never be fulfilled. I’ve said my piece."
After Chen Chuan listened, the message deleted itself. His gaze flickered. ’The tone sounds like it’s from Meng Huang’s camp, but I have a feeling it’s not that simple.’
As he was pondering, someone else tried to add him as a contact. Judging by the tag, it was Meng Shu’s female assistant.
He accepted the request, and the call connected. A voice came from the other side: "Hello, Mr. Chen. I’m Yan Yi, Miss Meng’s assistant and steward. Welcome aboard.
We’re at Wansheng Finance in the Weiguang District. To ensure her own information isn’t exposed, Miss Meng isn’t using her Realm Token. I will be handling all communications with you, Mr. Chen."
Chen Chuan said, "I understand. That’s a wise precaution."
Yan Yi said, "Thank you for your understanding, Mr. Chen. Do you have any suggestions for us?"
Chen Chuan said, "You don’t need to tell me when you’re leaving Wansheng. Just send me an alert via the Realm Token in advance. I’ll be there within an hour."
Yan Yi replied earnestly, "Alright, I’ve noted that down. One more thing, we’ll be sending you a few sets of custom-made Protective Clothing, Mr. Chen. Please be on the lookout for the delivery."
Chen Chuan said, "Understood."
After ending the call, he consulted with Gao Ming for a while, then drove back to the Profound Palace Building.
After reaching his dorm, he figured that Meng Shu’s team would be leaving Wansheng Finance soon, now that they knew he had joined. So he began to make preparations.
In less than half an hour, the package from Fusion Boundary Company arrived.
Fusion Boundary Company was the manufacturer of the Protective Clothing. This new suit, also produced by them, was Second Level—even better than the one the General Affairs Bureau had provided.
After all, he hadn’t been a Third Limit Fighter back then, and this suit was designed specifically according to the physical characteristics of one.
Besides the suit, there was also a special fibrous mask. It looked like just a thin layer, but when he tried to apply force, it would become extremely rigid in an instant.
The mask had a bright red vertical mark between the brows. It looked like a simple display or decoration, but he had a feeling the design served a purpose.
Third Limit Fighters, due to their keen Spiritual Sensing, could see many things that ordinary people couldn’t perceive. This led to the saying of "opening the Celestial Eye," and this mark was perhaps related to that.
Not long after this package arrived, the Processing Bureau also sent over a set of plain clothes, as he had later requested. It was stripped of the Processing Bureau’s style, but the material used was almost identical to his uniform.
He inspected everything and confirmed it was all in order. Then, he took some medication and began to slowly channel his Breathing Technique to adjust his mental state.
The rest of the day passed without incident, and he heard nothing further from them.
Around seven the next morning, an alert sounded from his Realm Token. Chen Chuan, who had been sitting in meditation, opened his eyes. He lifted his head and looked outside.
Countless neon lights still danced outside the uncurtained window. As the Sun began to rise, night yielded to day, the dawning light mingling with the city’s dazzling glow until they were indistinguishable.
He stood up, washed up, and put on the Protective Clothing with the plain clothes over it. Taking up his Snow Monarch Blade, he left the Profound Palace Building and drove his Gard Car toward Wansheng Finance.
It took him only forty-five minutes to reach the Finance Tower. The assistant, Yan Yi, was already waiting for him on the entrance steps. She stepped forward to greet him as he approached. "Hello, Mr. Chen."
Chen Chuan nodded. "Assistant Yan, are you all ready?"
Yan Yi said, "Miss Meng is ready. We can leave at any time." She then gestured to the side. "This is our security team. If you think any changes are needed, Mr. Chen, you can have them adjusted or replaced."
Chen Chuan gave them a single glance. The team looked well-equipped and highly professional, but without a Third Limit Fighter, they had a significant vulnerability.
’But that’s understandable. They can handle ordinary situations, but a confrontation at the Third Limit level would be deadly for them.’
He withdrew his gaze and said, "We can leave now."
Yan Yi immediately used her Realm Token to notify those inside. A moment later, Meng Shu walked out, protected by three female security guards. She looked at Chen Chuan, and Chen Chuan looked back at her. "Follow me." With that, he turned and walked away.
As Chen Chuan arrived at Wansheng Finance, the Processing Bureau was monitoring the area and screening for suspicious individuals. Their primary task was to ensure there were no long-range attackers, so they had personnel stationed at every vantage point and potential hiding spot, with the locations also under Domain surveillance.
Just then, one of the Resonators suddenly said, "Captain Guan, we’ve found a suspicious target. The target is moving toward Wansheng Finance. Checking identity now...
Identity confirmed. The target is suspected to be... Feng Yaren!"
"Feng Yaren? *The* Feng Yaren?"
Captain Guan was startled, as if he’d remembered something. He hurriedly looked at the footage sent by his team member, immediately confirmed the identity, and said with a grim expression, "Quick, get me in touch with Mr. Chen!"
"Yes, sir!"
Chen Chuan was already walking down the building’s steps toward the parking lot when he suddenly sensed something. He glanced in a certain direction and raised a hand to signal.
The security team behind him halted. Several security guards immediately fanned out to the sides, while the last few formed a circle, shielding Meng Shu with their bodies as they retreated.
Opposite them, a man in the traditional attire of the Outer Ocean Island Countries was walking over. He was under thirty, with exceptionally fair skin and picturesque eyebrows. His long hair was tied back, and at first glance, he almost looked like a woman. He walked with a unique sense of rhythm.
At that moment, the alert came through Chen Chuan’s Realm Token: "Mr. Chen, that’s ’Liu Blade’ Feng Yaren. Please be extremely careful."
Information on the man simultaneously appeared on Chen Chuan’s Realm Token. He glanced at it. This was a Third Limit master swordsman from one of the Outer Ocean Island Countries. According to verifiable records, he was undefeated in twelve matches.
’That’s an incredible record.’ Some Third Limit Fighters went their entire lives without facing so many peers in life-or-death duels. And that was just his official record; he probably had even more unrecorded fights.
He asked, "Are there any snipers in position?"
Captain Guan replied with certainty, "No, he’s alone."
Wubei’s voice came through then: "Brother Chen, no Resonator interference in the area."
Chen Chuan grunted in acknowledgment and looked at his opponent. ’Showing up here at this time,’ he thought, ’he must be after Meng Shu.’
’Appearing so openly sacrifices the element of surprise. But his file says he isn’t an assassin, just a Fighter who enjoys challenging other masters. He’s probably being used.’
’But it’s an effective method. If I’m killed in this challenge today, Meng Shu’s team loses its biggest asset. The rest would be easy for them.’
Feng Yaren stopped before him, bowed slightly, and said, "Mr. Chen, I await your instruction." He then slowly drew his blade, holding it steady on his centerline.
Chen Chuan’s gaze fell upon it. ’The blade is thin, sharp, and almost transparent. From the right angle, it looks like a sliver of light. That must be where the name ’Liu Blade’ comes from.’
At this moment, the Upper Layer of the Processing Bureau received the news and immediately mobilized Boundary Point resources to monitor the situation. Various clandestine intelligence gatherers, as well as the faction pulling the strings from behind, were also turning their attention to this spot.
Chen Chuan did not choose to draw his blade. He walked straight toward his opponent.
Seeing his choice, Feng Yaren’s expression remained unchanged. He took a step forward, his Liu Blade seemed to flash, and a nearly imperceptible glint of light leaped forward.
And in that instant, Chen Chuan’s skin flushed slightly red as he abruptly released his own Biological Domain.
In an instant, he felt the opponent’s Biological Domain and immediately discovered that it was a rather unbalanced Domain—sharp and hard on the outside, but relatively weak on the inside.
His gaze suddenly sharpened.
Feng Yaren also sensed his Domain, but his eyes changed as if he had seen something incredible. Because of this, the blade in his hand slowed imperceptibly.
Chen Chuan sidestepped, evading the blade. With a flick of his scabbard, he intercepted the attack. Feng Yaren’s momentum was not only stopped, but in the clash of Power, his own strength was instantly and utterly suppressed.
At this moment, Chen Chuan swiftly stepped forward and pushed with his other hand, striking the man’s shoulder. The blow seemed to lack force, as if speed was prioritized, but it struck a precise node in the flow of his Power.
Feng Yaren’s attempt to mobilize his subsequent Power not only failed, but he was pushed back into a slight backward lean, his balance completely broken.
Chen Chuan continued forward, taking a third step and pressing his palm against Feng Yaren’s face. At that same instant, the Power he had built up in his body exploded. Propelled by the Furnace Breathing Method, the immense force instantly blew his opponent’s head into a cone of blood mist that sprayed backward.
The headless, blade-wielding corpse stood for a moment, then swayed and fell backward, landing flat on its back. Chen Chuan held his palm-strike posture, wisps of white vapor drifting from the back of his hand and fingers.
In just one exchange, within three steps, the renowned Feng Yaren was killed on the spot.
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