At the Central City Processing Bureau, technicians were trying to restore the Domain shielding at the intersection.

They quickly discovered that a significant number of Domain-interfering entities were likely concentrated there, but with sufficient resources, they would only need ten minutes at most to restore it.

In fact, the mastermind behind the interference had planned for the shield to be down for only about ten minutes.

According to their predictions, even if the usual chain of command—communication, requests, orders, and mobilization—was bypassed, it would still take the nearest Fighters and security forces over ten minutes to run to the scene. This was more than enough time for Wei Wusheng to kill his target and retreat.

At that moment, the technical expert responsible for auditing Domain traces reported to the Bureau that the photo Wei Wusheng had recently sent out had been altered. The correct time stamp was from yesterday!

So why did Wei Wusheng go to such great lengths to fake it?

Connecting the dots between the suddenly shielded area and the fact that two students from the cruise ship were in a car there, a clear picture instantly emerged.

Wei Wusheng was very likely there right now!

With this assessment, the Processing Bureau’s Upper Layer immediately issued an order: the nearest Three-Limited Fighter was to rush to the location. If they found Wei Wusheng, they were to stall him at all costs!

In a watch post at the arena, Ni Qianqian hung up with Chen Chuan, a sense of unease washing over her. ’What is he planning to do? His tone...’ Then, as news came in from the Bureau, a possibility dawned on her.

’Could it be...’

Recalling that Chen Chuan had recently mentioned he was making progress, a single possibility came to mind.

As a member of the Intuition School, she skipped the deductive process and jumped straight to the final answer.

It was the most logical explanation she could come up with.

But Wei Wusheng had killed Third-Limit Fighters before, while the other party was, at best, a student who had just reached this limit. There seemed to be no comparison between the two. And yet, for some reason, she felt that Chen Chuan could win!

At the intersection, Chen Chuan took off his outer coat and Protective Clothing, casually tossing them aside. Left in just a white shirt, he walked toward Wei Wusheng.

Against a Horizontal Training master like Wei Wusheng, ordinary attacks were meaningless. They would inflict minuscule damage, not enough to be decisive. He had to be fought with absolute power and speed.

As he slowly walked forward, he first released the restraints on his Mutated Organization and took a deep breath.

When he exhaled, the breath was incredibly hot. His skin began to turn faintly red, and at the same time, wisps of white steam started rising from his body.

Across from him, Wei Wusheng ripped off his already torn outer shirt, leaving only the white, fitted inner lining. Then, he strode forward to meet him.

When the two were about ten meters apart, they accelerated forward at almost the exact same moment.

Wei Wusheng leaned forward, throwing a punch straight at Chen Chuan’s face. His other hand was hidden at his flank, fingers slightly spread, subtly poised to grab and seize.

With the restrictions on his Mutated Organization released and the boost from his Furnace Breathing Method, Chen Chuan’s physical attributes were now enhanced across the board.

He watched the incoming fist. An instant before it connected, he lunged forward and down, accelerating like a flash of lightning. His own fist shot up from under Wei Wusheng’s arm, slamming into the man’s cheek!

The punch was so full of power that his own body was carried forward by its momentum, his feet even leaving the ground for an instant.

Wei Wusheng’s face distorted from the heavy blow. The force whipped his head back, dragging his entire body with it as he flew backward. He crashed into a car behind him with a loud BANG, deeply denting its hood.

Only after the punch’s force was fully unleashed did Chen Chuan descend. The moment his feet hit the ground, he sank his weight, crouched slightly, then kicked off the pavement, launching himself at Wei Wusheng. At the same time, his clenched fist came crashing down.

Wei Wusheng’s pupils contracted, and he scrambled to roll aside. With a deafening CRASH, Chen Chuan slammed into the spot like a cannonball. The impact sent the car bouncing into the air, and his fist left a crater in the pavement.

Chen Chuan withdrew his fist and slowly straightened up. Wisps of white steam continued to rise from him. Though his body was abnormally hot, his eyes were incredibly calm.

Months of accumulated practice with his Breathing Technique would be enough to sustain him through this fight. He took a step, then another, walking toward Wei Wusheng.

Wei Wusheng gave him a deep look, grabbed a nearby car, let out a low shout, and with a sudden heave of his arm, flung it forward.

Chen Chuan reached out a hand, caught the edge, and with a single flick to the side, sent the car sliding sideways like a light toy for five or six meters. It was only stopped by another car, and both vehicles shuddered and toppled over together.

Just then, Wei Wusheng’s figure abruptly appeared from behind the moving vehicle, a fist aimed straight at his face.

Chen Chuan merely ducked slightly, letting the fist skim over his head. Then he shot forward, closing the distance until their shoulders almost touched, and drove a punch into Wei Wusheng’s gut.

Wei Wusheng grunted and staggered back from the force of the blow. He felt a twisting, drilling Power seep into his body, battering him from the inside. Even with his Horizontal Training, he couldn’t completely block it. A moment later, his knees gave out, and he had to support himself with a hand on the ground, dropping to a half-kneel.

Chen Chuan held his fist in its extended position and said slowly, "You’re too slow."

Wei Wusheng looked up at him. He slowly stood, straightening his back once more. He ripped off his inner shirt, revealing a sturdy chest and broad shoulders. He took a sharp breath, and in that instant, all the muscles in his body seemed to ripple, and his aura changed completely.

He spread his hands, bent slightly, let out a "HA!" from his chest, and lunged forward.

As soon as he was in range, his hands shot out toward Chen Chuan. This time, his speed and power both seemed to have increased. His movements were incredibly rapid, his Scattering Hand attacks now interspersed with numerous Capture Techniques.

Chen Chuan deflected the relentless assault of fists and feet, blocking every move with exceptional stability. The coverage of his Mutated Organization was vast, allowing him to react to and neutralize all types of Power with extreme speed.

Thanks to his heightened senses, upon making contact, he could easily discern every minute fluctuation in his opponent’s strength and every shift in his breathing.

Pure Fierce Strength could only be used for direct attacks, whereas Soft Force allowed for various grappling and locking techniques. Wei Wusheng constantly alternated between these two types of power. With every contact, the two forces would coordinate to attack and penetrate.

It was as if two Third-Limit individuals inhabited a single body.

But even if the two Powers could be used in rotation, they remained separate, not fused into one. They were no match for his current strength. Not only that, but he was also a bit slower in speed.

A small difference was a world of difference.

After blocking more than a dozen consecutive moves, he suddenly lashed out with a kick that had been building power for some time, striking Wei Wusheng square on the shoulder. Wei Wusheng was sent flying, tumbling sideways almost clear across the road. He finally slammed into a lamppost with a loud PANG and came to a stop.

He then slowly lowered his leg and planted his foot on the ground.

From a distance, Teacher Bai watched, dumbfounded. The explosive force and speed Wei Wusheng had just displayed made his heart pound just from watching. ’If I were to face such an onslaught,’ he thought, ’my only option would be to find a way to retreat.’

Yet Chen Chuan had met that ferocious, powerful assault head-on and beaten it back. This was a bare-handed fight, and a direct clash like this required one’s physical conditioning to be equal to or greater than their opponent’s.

’Wei Wusheng’s combat record was built on a pile of dead Fighters. Since when did the Central Hospital produce such a formidable student?’

Meanwhile, at the Processing Bureau, the technicians had finally disabled the shield. The Boundary Point began to accurately transmit the situation from the area.

However, they held out little hope for the two students in the car. Ten minutes had passed since the incident began. If Wei Wusheng had been there, it was more than enough time for him to take down his target and escape. To avoid an ugly broadcast, they had blocked the other channels.

They were already braced for news of an attack and the death of the students; their only hope was that they could finally corner Wei Wusheng this time.

But when the scene appeared before them, everyone involuntarily held their breath. Some couldn’t help but take a few steps forward, eyes wide as they stared at the screen.

Wei Wusheng was half-sitting next to a bent lamppost, covered in scrapes and dust. His head and face were caked with dried blood, and he looked utterly wretched.

And opposite him, Chen Chuan stood perfectly straight, his expression composed and calm. The sun shone from his side, casting a shadow on the ground that looked like a sharp sword pointing forward.

’What is going on?’

’That uniform... is that one of our Processing Bureau’s Law Enforcers?’

’But who is he?’

Most of them were baffled. Then, someone said, "That looks like... Chen..." After a pause, they added uncertainly, "A reserve Law Enforcer from the Bureau... a Wuyi Student..."

Then someone else said, "I think he’s one of the two students who went to the cruise ship..."

Everyone was stunned. So Wei Wusheng had hunted down this student, only to be beaten into this state by him?!

Was this something a mere reserve Law Enforcer, just a Wuyi Student, could do?

"But he’s one of us at the Processing Bureau, isn’t he?"

Everyone in the room involuntarily turned to look at the speaker. The man looked at the crowd and said, "I suggest we lift the block. Open the Domain feed from this street to all channels in Central City."

Someone else hesitated. "But that’s Wei Wusheng. His Horizontal Training is very strong. The situation is uncertain right now... what if..."

"There is no ’what if’," that person said, looking up at the light screen. "Our people are already on their way. We won’t lose this one."

"Lift it." At that moment, a deep, resonant voice came through everyone’s Realm Tokens.

Everyone stiffened and replied in unison, "Yes, Director Wu!"

As the directive was relayed to the various blockade posts, the technicians there immediately executed the order.

"Lifting!"

"Lifting!"

"Lifting!"

And in that instant, as the Domain shield over the area was lifted, people across most of Central City who were following the incident could now see the scene.

They saw the two figures at the center of it all.

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