At ten in the morning, a tournament was underway at the dueling arena. Today’s match was between Huo Yucheng and Yu Shen, and a total of three bouts were scheduled.

In this type of competition, the organizers would never let them fight to the death right away—it wasn’t in their best interest. Referees and on-site security would be watching closely, ready to declare a loser the moment someone was knocked down and separate the two immediately.

Even in the case of severe injuries or dismemberment, the medical team could provide immediate treatment or use Implants as replacements.

At this moment, the two had already walked onto the stage and begun the pre-match promotion and hype, a process that usually took forty-five minutes to over an hour.

However, a commotion suddenly erupted in the arena. The two men, who had been cooperating with the pre-match promotions, were both a little surprised, not understanding what was happening.

The giant screen flickered, displaying the scene of a crossroads. The ground was a complete mess, littered with rear-ended, overturned, and piled-up vehicles. Some cars had even been smashed to pieces or cut in half. It didn’t look like a traffic accident, but rather the aftermath of a battle.

Then the scene zoomed in, and they saw two figures facing off against each other. The surrounding destruction must have been their doing. If so, these two were undoubtedly Third Limit Fighters.

And someone immediately recognized one of them.

Wei Wusheng!

The most wanted felon to appear in the news recently. Only, he seemed to be in a rather pathetic state at the moment.

Then who was the other person fighting him?

After the Domain feed was restored, Chen Chuan and Wei Wusheng’s battle caught the attention of the tournament organizers. After a brief, impromptu discussion, they decided to delay the match in the arena and redirect all Domain resources to the crossroads.

This was a battle between Third Limit Fighters. The organizers were willing to seize this opportunity to boost ratings, because the audience couldn’t watch such a fight without their equipment. They had nothing to lose, and this move could greatly win the favor of the audience, especially those in the upper class.

Meanwhile, at the scene, Wei Wusheng, who had been sitting, abruptly raised his head. In that instant, two different expressions appeared in his eyes—one resolute and fierce, the other sinister and treacherous. It was as if he were two different people.

His internal Mutated Organization and muscles squirmed, setting his dislocated shoulder back into place. The bruising and swelling on it subsided, and he stood up as if nothing had happened.

Not only that, but the muscles on his body seemed to swell by a size. Ropy, blue veins bulged from his muscles, and his trapezius muscles in particular rose high, bracing the back of his neck. His entire frame seemed to have grown larger.

The people from the Processing Bureau watched this scene with solemn expressions. Horizontal Training made one exceptionally durable; no matter how many times they were knocked down, as long as the injury wasn’t fatal, they could recover quickly and maintain their condition.

Fortunately, however, a fair amount of time had passed. As long as Chen Chuan could hold on until reinforcements arrived, it wouldn’t matter if he couldn’t take this man down.

Wei Wusheng started walking toward Chen Chuan again. As he passed a van, he casually lifted it and hurled it at Chen Chuan from dozens of meters away.

The audience in the arena gasped in unison, a sound like a tsunami, upon seeing this. Most of them had never witnessed such inhuman strength before.

Chen Chuan stood his ground. Just as the van reached him and its shadow was about to envelop him, he reached up, gave it a light nudge, and casually guided it backward. The van tumbled away with a dull thud, kicking up a large cloud of dust behind him. The resulting gust of wind only made the collar of his shirt flutter slightly.

Another long gasp of amazement rose from the crowd. The performance of these two was simply too stunning, sending adrenaline soaring through everyone. The impact was far greater than watching a fight between Second Limit Fighters. This was beyond the scope of what could normally be called human.

Huo Yucheng and Yu Shen stared at the two people on the massive screen, their hearts inevitably shaken. ’So this is the Third Limit... ’

Just then, Chen Chuan leaned forward, pushed off the ground, and shot across the entire street, rushing toward Wei Wusheng. And even with frequency modulation, to the crowd, it looked as if the two had collided in the blink of an eye.

This time, as Wei Wusheng clashed with Chen Chuan, he was the first to take a punch to the chest. However, unlike before, this punch didn’t knock him down or send him flying. Instead, he stubbornly held his ground. At the same time, he threw a counterstrike, which Chen Chuan dodged with a sway of his body. After spinning around, Chen Chuan launched a kick, which Wei Wusheng blocked with his shoulder before returning a kick of his own.

Because the two were moving so fast and constantly circling each other, the surrounding scenery also seemed to be flying by.

Everywhere they passed, anything they touched shattered. Pits and craters constantly appeared on the road surface, smashed into being where their power clashed. Every so often, a car would be hit and sent flying or sliding away.

Wei Wusheng blocked Chen Chuan’s attacks when he could, and when he couldn’t, he took them head-on with his Horizontal Training, all while sensing the rhythm of his opponent’s breathing.

After taking over a hundred punches, he sensed an opportunity. With a SNAP, he seized Chen Chuan’s arm, channeling his Capturing Force to lock him in place. However, when he unleashed his Power, he failed to move Chen Chuan at all. Instead, Chen Chuan yanked him over by the arm he was holding, spun on the spot, and sent him flying with a WHOOSH, crashing through several cars.