Celestial Human Diagram-Chapter 86 - 76: Frontal Strike

Chen Chuan started out walking, but as he advanced, he broke into a jog, his pace quickening steadily.

At the same time, Scarface also began to charge. As he picked up speed, his massive weight and size allowed him to effortlessly smash through any obstacles in his path.

Viewed from above, Chen Chuan and Scarface were like two sharp blades parting the river of people. They charged toward each other from opposite ends of the street, north and south, destined to collide at its center.

As he ran, Chen Chuan’s eyes remained fixed ahead. When he saw that the crowd had been almost completely cleared and the towering figure of his opponent was now in plain sight, he pushed off with both legs and suddenly sprang into the air.

With his speed now built up, Scarface no longer swung his hammer. He simply held the weapon before his chest and charged. Every step he took crushed the ground beneath his feet, revealing a weight far greater than his appearance suggested and an incredible power erupting from within his body.

Just as he felt the path clear, believing he had broken through all resistance, a figure suddenly charged him head-on, leaping into the air. While airborne, the figure first tucked in his legs, then violently kicked out, planting a foot squarely on Scarface’s forehead with a solid THUD!

His head swam. The kick not only brought his forward charge to a dead stop but also sent him staggering backward, crushing several more paving stones under his feet.

After landing the kick, Chen Chuan used the recoil to backflip, spinning several times in mid-air before his feet touched the ground. He landed steadily, then slowly rose to his full height, his gaze fixed on Scarface.

Once Scarface regained his footing, he stared back at Chen Chuan, realizing the man who had stopped him was no simple opponent. He exhaled a scorching breath, and his skin flushed an even deeper red.

Further back, Mr. Qu watched, dumbfounded, as the kick brought Scarface to a halt.

’That’s a military-grade Implant! He was already at a full charge, and someone stopped him head-on? Even if Scarface hadn’t hit his top speed yet, that body weight is nothing to scoff at. How did his leg not break from that kind of impact?’

Onlookers on both sides of the street stared wide-eyed at the two men. They suddenly realized that perhaps Scarface wasn’t so unstoppable after all.

Wei Chang’an was shocked at first by Chen Chuan’s kick, but relief washed over him when he saw his friend land unharmed. A thrill of excitement followed. ’My junior always manages to surprise me. I was absolutely right to post him here!’

’But I can’t let him fight alone.’ He urgently called to the men behind him, telling them to hurry up with the ropes and other equipment.

After a moment’s standoff with Chen Chuan, Scarface tightened his grip on his hammer and charged forward, once again building up speed.

Chen Chuan met him head-on, not yielding an inch. Seeing him close in, Scarface swung the hammer in a wide horizontal arc. Chen Chuan simply ducked under the blow and continued his rapid approach. As he ran, he drew his hands back to his side before unleashing a punch that slammed into Scarface’s chest.

In that instant, a Power akin to Mixed Element Strength erupted. Scarface grunted, his back involuntarily arching from the blow.

After the punch, Chen Chuan’s fist opened into a palm. He pushed forward, releasing a burst of Soft Force. Finally, he brought his four fingers together and jabbed, driving a Drilling Force deep into his target.

The Chitin Armor on Scarface’s chest caved in with the faint sound of cracking. He hunched over and stumbled back several more steps.

Chen Chuan stamped the ground and surged forward, using his momentum to drive an elbow into Scarface’s solar plexus. Scarface stumbled back again, instinctively raising a hand to push him away. Chen Chuan sidestepped, grabbing his opponent’s wrist and smashing a fist into his armpit. He then stepped in, seized the man’s upper arm near the elbow, turned, and bent at the waist, executing a powerful shoulder throw that slammed Scarface’s entire body onto the ground.

BOOM! A ring of cracks spread across the pavement. Scarface lay motionless.

Seeing this, the crowds at both ends of the street couldn’t help but break into expressions of joy.

Just as Chen Chuan was about to advance, a sudden feeling made him leap back. A hand swept through the space where his feet had just been.

Scarface flipped over and scrambled back to his feet. When he turned to face Chen Chuan once more, his eyes were completely bloodshot. Fine beads of blood seeped from his skin, and the scar on his face looked so taut it seemed ready to peel off.

Behind them, one of the company’s frightened representatives turned to Mr. Qu. "Mr. Qu, h-how is that guy standing up again?"

Mr. Qu watched for a moment before replying in a low voice, "It must be the ’Rapid Oxidation’ and ’Cardiac Resuscitation’ functions of the Implant in his heart and lungs. On the battlefield, they allow the user to keep fighting even after sustaining heavy injuries. His combat abilities will be enhanced, too. That kid is in for a tough fight."

When Scarface got up this time, he seemed completely transformed. He was no longer clumsy; his movements were now fluid and agile. He brandished his hammer, swinging it back and forth as if it were a piece of straw, filling the air with the whistling sound of displaced air.

Chen Chuan calmly dodged each swing, escaping by a hair’s breadth every time. He was carefully observing Scarface’s breathing. After seven or eight consecutive swings, his opponent’s respiration finally hitched as he tried to regulate it. In that precise instant, Chen Chuan shot forward, his figure a blur as he broke into the inner range of the swinging hammer.

He used his momentum to reach out and press down, perfectly pinning the hammer’s handle as it swung to the far side. The sudden additional weight threw Scarface off balance.

Chen Chuan followed up with a shoulder check. A burst of Power sent Scarface staggering back, his feet leaving a trail of shattered footprints.

Before he could steady himself, Chen Chuan charged again. But an extra surge of strength seemed to erupt from within Scarface. With a CRACK, he stamped his foot into the ground. A grinding sound of chitin plates rubbing together came from inside his body. He let go of the hammer, twisted his waist, and swung an arm at Chen Chuan, the powerful blow creating its own gust of wind.

Chen Chuan ducked low to avoid the swing, but Scarface’s other hand immediately hammered down in a fist, threatening to drive him into the pavement. This time, however, Chen Chuan didn’t evade. He raised his arm to block.

It was the first direct clash of strength since the fight began. A loud smack echoed as their arms collided. The force, enough to fell a normal person in a single blow, was somehow held at bay.

A glint appeared in his eyes. He took a short, sharp breath and stepped forward, creating another ring of cracks in the pavement. His free hand shot up from below—a Pan Tuo Palm—and slammed violently into Scarface’s chin. Scarface involuntarily reeled back. The blow, powerful enough to snap a normal person’s neck, didn’t knock him out, but his vision went black as a wave of dizziness washed over him.

But Chen Chuan’s attack wasn’t over. As everyone watched, the heel of his palm continued to push upward. As his arm extended, his five fingers curled slightly in mid-air.

Further back, Cai Si couldn’t help but shudder when he saw the motion.

As Chen Chuan’s shoulders and back fully extended, his five fingers suddenly clenched. They descended, hooked onto Scarface’s face, and tore downward with a vicious swipe! RIP! A whole sheet of skin and the muscle beneath it was ripped away.

Everyone who witnessed the scene hissed in shock, their scalps crawling. Someone in the know cried out, "The Curtain-Ripping Hand!"

Scarface’s pain receptors seemed to be greatly suppressed, but this still wrung a wretched howl from him as he instinctively clapped both hands to his face.

Chen Chuan then gave him a gentle push. A burst of Power sent the unstable Scarface staggering back once more.

Chen Chuan, meanwhile, walked forward slowly. As he passed the spot where Scarface had dropped his weapon, he casually picked up the construction hammer.

He twirled the heavy tool twice in his hand as if it were weightless, then swung it down. THWACK! The hammer struck the side of Scarface’s right knee. There was a sickening crack, like something tough shattering, and Scarface’s body immediately buckled.

Chen Chuan took two steps forward and shoved Scarface’s chest, sending the towering figure stumbling back. He swung the hammer again. CRACK! It connected with Scarface’s other leg. This time, the massive man could no longer stay upright and toppled sideways, hitting the ground with a tremor everyone felt under their feet.

Scarface gasped for breath, blindly groping the ground around him. That last attack had injured his eyes. But his unnatural vigor persisted; he clearly wasn’t ready to give up the fight.

Chen Chuan slowly circled around behind him and raised the hammer high with one hand, aiming for the back of Scarface’s head.

After a brief pause, he swung down, striking the crown of Scarface’s head. Yet, the Power didn’t explode within the skull. Instead, it permeated down his spine, spreading throughout his entire body.

Scarface suddenly began to tremble violently. A series of sickening wet pops echoed from his body, as if blood bags were bursting. Jets of blood sprayed from his torso and limbs, quickly forming a growing pool beneath him.

Chen Chuan casually tossed the construction hammer aside. He then executed a roundhouse kick that connected squarely with Scarface’s head. BOOM! The blow sent the man’s entire body flying into a now-empty storefront nearby.

Scarface struggled for a moment before finally going still, his body wracked with convulsions.

Chen Chuan slowly lowered his foot. He turned and, with a calm expression, walked back toward the end of the street.

The street was deathly silent. Everyone, whether from the Boxing Club or the client company, watched him in silence. Their eyes were filled with awe, and they unconsciously parted to let him pass.

Chen Chuan walked right up to Wei Chang’an, met his gaze, and said in a composed voice, "Brother Wei, the fish is caught."

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