Fighting Superpower Users
No blood gushed out.
The blood vessels around the wound suddenly closed under the subtle adjustment of the nerves, and layers of pale muscle intertwined, forcibly locking in the loss of bodily fluids.
Although the deadly poison was still spreading through his bone marrow, at least he had managed to pull this dying body back from the Gate of Hell.
Chen Xi was stunned, forgetting even to cry, just staring blankly at her brother's calm and serene profile.
The timid and taciturn older brother who would only grit his teeth and protect himself when kicked and beaten by Black Street thugs had, at this moment, transformed into an unfathomable stone statue.
A roar suddenly tore through the rain.
Two hundred meters outside the dilapidated temple, the heavy sound of Diesel Engine suddenly stopped.
Two footsteps pounded steadily in the mud, splashing water and carrying an undisguised mockery and hostility.
"They ran quite far."
A hoarse, mocking voice drifted from outside the temple gate.
"Old Hei's knife was coated with the venom of First Tier Mutant Green Ring Snake, yet this kid managed to run into the temple on his last breath. Is he some kind of cockroach?"
The wet plastic curtain was ripped off.
A strong wind blew back, carrying with it the pungent smell of tobacco and engine oil.
Two burly figures blocked the entrance to the dilapidated temple.
The man on the left was as muscular as a bear, wrapped in a dirty rainproof cloak. His bare arms were covered with rock-like muscles, covered with a faint layer of dark gray keratin— Scarface, First Tier physical enhancer from the Iron Wolf Gang.
The man on the right is lean and wields two spinning steel willow-leaf blades in his hands. A faint light flows from his fingertips, causing the surrounding raindrops to rotate unnaturally. He is First Tier early-stage Wind Blade Esper, Skinny Monkey.
"Oh, you're still alive?"
Scarface glanced at Chen Fan lying on the haystack, a sinister smile spreading across his face. His gaze then fell on Chen Xi, who was cowering behind him, his eyes flashing with lewdness and greed.
"Little girl, stop hiding. The gang leader has given the order: only the living are spared. If you obediently come back with us to serve the leaders, your brother might at least have a whole corpse to feed the Mutant Dogs. But if you dare to resist..."
Chen Xi trembled violently with fear, her thin shoulders shaking, but a sudden surge of courage welled up within her. She abruptly spread her arms to shield Chen Fan, her voice trembling with tears yet exceptionally resolute:
"Don't come any closer! I... I'll go with you! Don't touch my brother!"
Scarface chuckled, drew his short-handled machete from his waist, and strode into the hall.
"Bargaining? You little slut, do you deserve it? Skinny Monkey, break this kid's arms and legs, so he doesn't hold you back on the road."
"Alright, against a mortal, a single Wind Blade is enough to slice off his kneecap."
The Skinny Monkey grinned maliciously, his fingers pointing like knives. A faint light suddenly shone from his palm, and a crescent-shaped Wind Blade, about an inch long and shimmering with a pale blue halo, instantly condensed, tearing through the air with a sharp hiss.
Faced with this extraordinary power that could easily cut an ordinary person in half, Chen Fan, who had been hiding in the back, stood up expressionlessly.
He gently pushed his shivering sister behind him, his thin body resembling an ancient pine tree rooted to a cliff in a fierce wind.
There was no Spiritual Power, no Superpower, only a pair of dark, silent eyes reflecting the Wind Blades flying towards him.
"Even ants, gathering their energy, dare to claim they are the wind."
The barely audible, indifferent murmurs were drowned out by the raging storm.
Chen Fan lightly hooked his toe on the bluestone floor tiles that were soaked in muddy water.
Smack
The rusty, chipped Broken Saber sword, stained with his own black blood, burst through the water, arcing through the air before landing in his pale palm.
The hilt felt icy cold to the bone.
Deep within his Sea of Consciousness, the dormant Red Dust Dao Seed sensed the deep-rooted dependence and fear behind him, and quietly cracked open with a fissure the size of a speck of dust.
A Taiji Chaos Intent flowed straight up the spine and bone marrow to the right arm.
Two steps away, Scarface swung his knife down, and the Wind Blades from Skinny Monkey's fingertips whistled towards them.
Chen Fan gripped the rusty knife, dragging his broken and ailing body, and took a simple half-step forward into the face of that deadly blue light.
A pale blue crescent-shaped Wind Blade sliced through the heavy rain, accompanied by a piercing whistle, heading straight for Chen Fan's knees.
In the same instant, Scarface's massive body slid forward through the rain, his heavy cleaver, accompanied by a fierce gust of wind, slashing across Chen Fan's throat.
With attacks from above and below, the two offensives completely blocked any angle of retreat.
To the two First Tier Esper, their opponent was nothing more than a half-dead boy with excessive blood loss and blocked meridians.
Faced with this deadly move that could disembowel him, Chen Fan lowered his eyelids slightly and took a half-inch step to the left front.
Only half an inch.
His body was just barely missed the edge of the airflow generated by the Wind Blades.
Even though the Martial Dao Supreme's True Spirit had lost its vast divine power, its ability to predict spatial flow and the trajectory of force was already imprinted deep within its Divine Soul. In the gaps between the tearing storm, it stepped into the most silent blind spot in the entire airflow.
Buzz!
Chen Fan suddenly exerted force with his right wrist, which was gripping the rusty, Broken Saber.
There was no roar of True Qi, nor any dazzling light of Superpower; only a very faint cracking sound of bones breaking open from the wrist.
The broken tip of the Broken Saber blade left an almost straight, ashen afterimage in the Void, striking the very center of the crescent-shaped Wind Blade that had just brushed past him.
That is the core node of the Superpower circuit, and also the weakest point of the Wind Blade cyclone.
Click.
A soft sound.
The Wind Blade, powerful enough to cut through Alloy steel, shattered like inferior glass the moment its tip struck, transforming into several chaotic, harmless wisps of wind that ruffled Chen Fan's damp hair.
"What?!"
The Skinny Monkey's pupils suddenly contracted, and his mind went completely blank for a moment.
With a blunted piece of iron, he shattered the condensed Superpower Wind Blade?
This is an unprecedented event in the Black Street, something even the Second Tier awakened beings in the Base City could never have done!
Before the Skinny Monkey could recover from his shock, the Scarface, whose horizontal slash had missed, already sensed something was wrong.
The burly man, who had been licking blood from the edge of a knife, roared and slammed his left arm, covered in a layer of dark gray keratin, down towards Chen Fan's skull.
"Die!"
A foul stench filled the air.
Chen Fan twisted his foot, causing ripples to spread across the muddy water on the Bluestone Slab.
Instead of retreating, he advanced, his emaciated body transforming into an arrow released from a bow, slamming into the arm beneath the Scarface, and crashing into the broad, heavy embrace of the burly man.
Close-fitting short-sleeved martial arts, Baji Mountain-Crushing!
Chen Fan slightly lowered his right shoulder, and his elbow thrust forward like a spear tip. Although his right ribs bore a penetrating knife wound, the muscle fibers throughout his body were twisted into a rope under the control of his Divine Thought, concentrating all the remaining strength in his body into a single point at the tip of his elbow.
Bang!
The dull thud ripped through the sound of rain inside the dilapidated temple.
The hardened keratin layer on the Scarface chest, strong enough to withstand a barrage of small-caliber rifle fire, suddenly caved inward the moment it was hit.
A highly concentrated Hidden Force penetrated through the skin, flesh, and bone membranes, reaching directly into the internal organs.
Puff!
Scarface's eyes bulged out, and blood vessels instantly filled his eye sockets.
A half-fist-sized indentation appeared in the center of his chest, and a bloody hole burst open in the tattered leather cloak on his back. The powerful spiraling force not only shattered three of his ribs but also crushed his heart and main blood vessels into mincemeat.
Boom!
The massive body, weighing over 200 pounds, flew backward, smashing through two rotten wooden pillars and crashing through the mostly collapsed earthen wall behind the dilapidated temple before rolling into the muddy, overgrown weeds.
After twitching twice, Scarface fell completely lifeless.