Atlas of Heaven and Earth-Chapter 215: Resolution

Chen Chuan, Snow Emperor Blade in hand, was steadily approaching the Bloodstain Gang's stronghold. His steps were firm but not slow, gradually bringing him closer to where Uncle Han and the others were.

At that moment, two shots landed on the dirt not far in front of him, but he didn't pause his steps in the slightest, seemingly unaffected.

Then another shot, but perhaps due to the distance, or merely as a warning, the bullets grazed past him. Still, he didn't stop, and the distance continued to close.

Uncle Han was growing increasingly nervous. Fortunately, he saw Du Mian and the others returning. He immediately went to the edge of the outpost, pointed his cane outwards, and ordered, "Du Mian, and you two, don't let him get close! If you have to, kill him!"

Chen Chuan was clearly heading straight for them. Uncle Han knew all too well the strength a Martial Artist could unleash within close range, especially one potentially wearing protective gear. If Chen Chuan broke through, a leader like him with little martial prowess would surely be in danger.

Regardless of who Chen Chuan was or what his identity might be, he could very well be killed. Therefore, he didn't care about anything else; killing Chen Chuan was the priority.

Du Mian was very obedient, doing whatever he was told without overthinking. He glanced at Chen Chuan a few times, sensing that he might be a tricky Martial Artist. He turned back, grabbed a specially made Long Staff, and led two others to meet Chen Chuan.

Chen Chuan, seeing the three people rushing towards him, ignored those flanking him and focused on Du Mian directly in front.

Once Du Mian was within striking distance, his body led his arm, and his arm led his wrist. The staff he held twirled a few times, then with a whoosh, it swept up towards Chen Chuan's head with a gust of wind.

The strike was full of force, even stirring up the surrounding fallen leaves. He was confident that whether the person opposite was wearing protective gear or other defenses, being hit by him would instantly shatter their bones and tendons.

But at that moment, he suddenly felt a blur before his eyes. With only half of his arm's strength delivered, he felt his throat being grabbed.

He immediately sensed danger and instinctively activated his Second Stage Force Exertion. This was his unique Internal energy Skill, allowing him to unleash force even as Internal energy was already being emitted.

At that moment, the Mutated Tissue around his chest and neck swelled up like inflating balloons, instantly forming an outward-expanding Internal energy. Under normal circumstances, it would be enough to burst open anything holding him.

However, this time, the five fingers gripping his neck tightened. Whether it was the inflated Mutated Tissue or the muscles and bones of his neck, under this force, they were as fragile as rotten wood and were instantly crushed.

Chen Chuan's eyes were calm and unperturbed. He threw away the already lifeless Du Mian as if discarding something insignificant and continued walking forward.

The two people on the sides had originally planned to flank Du Mian during his attack, but before they could act, Du Mian was taken care of, and their halfway-through movements involuntarily stopped.

They looked at each other, retreated a few steps, waited for Chen Chuan to pass by, looked at each other again, and simultaneously drew their handguns from their waists, aiming at the latter's back.

Chen Chuan seemed to ignore them, but at that moment, his hand seemed to move, but the motion was too fast to see clearly. Only his trench coat seemed to flutter for a moment, and then two popping sounds were heard. The heads of the two men behind him exploded in an instant, and they fell straight backward.

On the outpost side, those who saw this scene all held their breath.

Chen Chuan had now reached a place less than a hundred meters from the outpost, where he finally stopped.

He looked up, thrust the Snow Emperor Blade into the ground, grasped the hilt, and slowly but surely drew the cold, gleaming blade from its sheath. With a flash of sharp light, his figure disappeared from the original Uncle Han was knowledgeable and felt a surge of terror. He quickly turned around, preparing to descend from the watchtower. He had initially valued being high up for the view, but now he regretted climbing so high.

At this moment, a burst of intense gunfire suddenly erupted outside, accompanied by screams, cries of alarm, and roars of anger. He gripped the bamboo ladder tightly, trembling as he climbed down. Due to his anxiety, he nearly missed a few steps, delaying him slightly.

However, by the time he climbed down, the sounds outside had gradually faded, becoming sporadic. When he staggered out of the fortress outpost, there was hardly any noise outside.

At this moment, he could only see corpses scattered all over the ground, bathed in the light of day. The once fierce gang members were mostly lying on the ground with their limbs separated, while those further away had their heads exploded. The sight was terrifying.

He also saw, not far away, the figure in the black trench coat standing there, pulling the Long Sword from the body of a gang member impaled on the wall.

His breathing became uncontrollably rapid, and he trembled all over. Then, without a word, he turned and ran outwards, each step of his cane shaking incessantly, as if he might fall at any moment.

Even so, the frequency of his feet's movements was not slow, he moved away, trembling, as if this way he could escape forever.

But just as he had run more than ten meters, panting, he heard unhurried footsteps behind him. He felt a sense of dread strangling him, wanting to scream, but the muscles in his throat were tense, producing only a hoarse, short sound.

In this situation, he became more and more flustered, and his movements became more and more distorted, eventually leading to him tripping and falling there. His neatly combed hair became disheveled.

However, the ground was soft mud, and he didn't seem to be injured much, only his mind went blank for a moment. As he groped for his cane, trying to stand up again, he heard those footsteps reach his side, and his whole body stiffened.

In the corner of his eye, he saw a pair of black short boots and the black hem of the trench coat pass by him, then stop in front of him.

He didn't dare to look up, and knelt there, weeping with his head lowered, "Spare me, spare me..." He pushed a small leather suitcase he was carrying, "I have value, I have money, I have a lot of money, I'm willing to give it all to you..."

Chen Chuan said, "Han Chang? You were the one who used the Secret Ritual to absorb life vital energy, right? Raise your head."

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Uncle Han's body trembled, and he slowly raised his head, but because the person was standing against the light, he couldn't see clearly, only the scarf swaying slightly in the autumn wind.

He admitted, "Yes, it's me, I'm Han Chang, arrest me, I've committed many crimes, really, many crimes, you can sentence me, you can sentence me..."

Chen Chuan said, "So it's you." He raised the blade, casually swung it, and Uncle Han's head flew out, his body immediately falling to the side.

He gently shook the blade, then thrust it into the ground again.

Then he took out the camera he was carrying and began taking pictures everywhere, and also searched the items carried by the surrounding personnel.

He didn't know which ones were