Slain

The hissing of the high-pressure valve, mixed with the piercing sound of metal scraping against metal, instantly shattered the deathly silence of the morning.

The faint "Life-and-Death Guixu" energy from Chen Fan's Dantian surged wildly into the blade, and the Hidden Force exploded seven times in succession within the rotating shaft.

A series of sharp cracking sounds rang out as four of the Tungsten Steel teeth on the Chainsaw snapped off at high speed, flying backward and smashing through the cast iron oil pan at the breakfast stall.

However, this body was ultimately only of the Lower First Tier, still bound by the shackles of Mortal Body.

Iron Wolf, equipped with High-Pressure Mechanical Arm and Mutant Strength at Half-Step Third Tier, exerted a downward force exceeding Thirty Thousand Jin.

The heavy force of gravity pierced straight down the Broken Saber.

The concrete ground beneath Chen Fan's feet collapsed with a roar, and his ankles sank into the rubble.

The violent recoil slammed into his right arm, tearing the coarse linen clothing in his arm into strips on the spot. Seven horizontal gashes opened in his flesh, and scalding blood instantly flowed down the hilt of the knife, soaking his entire right palm.

Scalding hot oil and Alloy iron filings splattered everywhere like a torrential rain.

Chen Fan swayed, a metallic taste rising in his throat, which he swallowed back down.

He didn't take a single step back, and the way he held the knife in his right hand didn't even change in the slightest.

As the streaks of sparks rained down on Chen Xi, Chen Fan slightly turned his body, using his strong left shoulder and back to firmly shield him from the storm.

Pfft! Pfft!

Three charred, broken serrated blades pierced deep into the flesh of his back, and blood slid down his spine, staining his blue cloth shirt crimson.

The little girl was held tightly in his arms.

Chen Xi's eyes were covered, so he couldn't see the bloodshed and carnage before him.

But warm, thick liquid was dripping down the corner of the boy's clothes, landing drop by drop on the back of her hand.

The pungent smell of engine oil in the air was instantly replaced by a strong stench of blood.

There was also a dull creaking sound from the bones under heavy pressure.

My brother is bleeding.

Her brother was slashed with a knife while protecting her.

This thought exploded in Chen Xi 'Sea of Consciousness like a bolt from the blue.

"Elder brother..."

The little girl let out a heart-wrenching cry.

My long-standing timidity completely broke down in that instant.

Instead of struggling to push away Chen Fan's cover, she stretched out her slender arms from under the cloak and tightly hugged Chen Fan's blood-stained waist and abdomen.

Two streams of hot tears gushed from her eyes, piercing through the gaps between Chen Fan's fingers covering her face.

It was an unreserved bond of kinship, a pure and unadulterated human karma.

A glistening tear slid down my fingertip, and from within it, a pure, faint blue light shone forth.

Boom!

In the deepest part of his Sea of Consciousness Red Dust Dao Seed that had been dormant for sixteen years, unmoved by wind and rain, suddenly burst open with Ten Thousand Dao light.

The Sea of Consciousness churned and surged, the Chaos Qi flowing like an inverted waterfall.

The warmth in Chen Fan's eyes completely extinguished, leaving only a vast and unfathomable aura of extreme killing intent.

Reborn into this world, I will experience countless trials and tribulations.

Anyone who dares to tamper with this cause and effect shall be executed.

He no longer suppressed the fragile energy balance within his Dantian.

Deep within the Qi Sea, the black and white intertwined Life-and-Death Taiji Diagram rotates wildly in reverse.

Within a hundred meters, the highly toxic radiation in the air, the thick blood and evil energy scattered between the fallen gang members, and even the Superpower energy spewed out by the Iron Wolf were all forcibly dragged in by an incomparably domineering suction force.

A fierce wind howled, and a visible gray vortex rose at the end of the long street.

A vast and complex energy surged into every pore of Chen Fan's body without restraint.

The bone marrow within the Mortal Body emitted a series of popping sounds, like popping beans.

The second Genes Lock barrier blocking the energy circuit was instantly crushed like paper under the forceful impact of the Supreme True Spirit.

Early Second Tier!

His strength instantly surged from 4,000 jin to 18,000 jin.

The Taiji Vortex within Dantian solidified and expanded, and a visible gray-white force field burst forth from Chen Fan's body.

Laugh!

The three broken serrated blades embedded in his back were Guixu Hidden Force, and bounced to the ground.

The oil droplets, ammunition debris, and even raindrops floating in the air around them were all forcibly frozen in three inches of Void the moment they touched this gray-white force field, remaining motionless.

"What the hell?!"

Iron Wolf's eyes bulged out, and his fur stood on end.

His hands, gripping the High-Pressure Chainsaw, began to tremble uncontrollably.

He clearly sensed that the life force of the boy in front of him, who had been stabbed multiple times and should have died, was not declining, but instead was surging wildly in an unreasonable manner.

The force applied to the Chainsaw has changed.

That was a force that human flesh and blood could not withstand.

"Xi'er, hold me tight, it'll be over soon."

Chen Fan's voice was low and steady, revealing no trace of pain.

The left hand that had been covering Chen Xi's eyes slowly withdrew, and instead, the other hand wrapped around the girl's side.

Immediately afterwards, Chen Fan gripped the Broken Saber tightly with his right hand and slashed it through the air.

There was no earth-shattering roar, only deathly gray ripples flowing along the surface of the Broken Saber.

Click!

The thick, High-Pressure Chainsaw blade, forged from High-Purity Alloy, was sliced in two the instant it came into contact with the grayish-white aura of death, just like a withered, weathered piece of wood.

The upper half of the blade, along with the rapidly spinning serrations, shattered with a deafening roar.

Iron Wolf's chest was wide open.

In extreme terror, Iron Wolf stomped on the ground to propel himself backward, while the high-pressure valve inside the metal robotic arm shut down completely, using the hydraulic thrust to try and create distance.

However, Chen Fan took a step forward.

The seemingly slow step shattered the afterimage in the Void, appearing like a ghost half an inch in front of Iron Wolf.

The boy's blood-stained hand, with its five fingers forming claws, swiftly gripped the Iron Wolf's incredibly thick Mechanical Prosthesis.

The force exerted by the five fingers is like a thousand needles being Hidden Force simultaneously.

Sizzle!

Chen Fan's fingernails managed to crush five deep dents into the incredibly tough Alloy shell.

With a piercing, twisting sound of steel tearing apart, the entire High-Pressure Mechanical Arm, forcibly stitched together with bolts, circuits, and human flesh, was ripped off by Chen Fan with a single hand!

Large splatters of Purple-Black machine lubricating oil mixed with human blood splattered down the long street.

"Ouch! My hand!!"

The Iron Wolf let out a shrill howl, its massive body staggering backward, the charred, broken wires at its wounds crackling with blue sparks.

Only at this moment did this brutal leader, who had dominated the Black Street for ten years, feel boundless regret and fear rise in his heart.

"Spare me... spare me, sir! I am from the Black Street Iron Wolf Gang..."

Iron Wolf fell to his knees with a thud, pressing his hand tightly against his bleeding severed arm, his pupils dilated, begging for mercy frantically.

But all he saw were the boy's eyes, devoid of any human emotion.

Chen Fan's rusty, Broken Saber didn't pause for even a moment.

With a flick of his wrist, the Broken Saber trailed a three-foot-long gray-white arc of light, like a cold moon hanging low, slicing across the ground.

Laugh!

The Demon Wolf Phantom of a Half-Step Third Tier evil wolf that rose behind Iron Wolf was completely annihilated the moment it touched the blade's edge.

The blade sliced across the Iron Wolf's thick neck without any resistance.

The pleas for mercy abruptly ceased.

A huge head soared into the sky, the ferocity and horror on its face frozen forever.

The headless corpse swayed before crashing heavily onto the muddy Bluestone Slab with a dull thud.