Chapter 7370
Everyone stay calm
"Teacher Xiao!" someone shouted hoarsely, their voice dry and rough like sandpaper.
Xiao Chen's gaze instantly locked onto the center of the cabin, where the man leaning against the wall, his breath faint, was Li Can. Li Can's clothes were soaked with dark red blood, his breath was so faint it was almost imperceptible, and his vital signs were rapidly declining.
Without any hesitation, Xiao Chen flicked a thin, hair-like strand of silver light from his fingertip. The silver light suddenly split into nine in the air, like nine shooting stars, accurately striking the locks at the back of the necks of each martial arts soldier.
"Click, click..."
The chains snapped and fell to the ground with a crisp clanging sound.
At the same time, he stepped to Li Can's side, and a celestial power flowing with liquid light appeared in his palm, which he gently pressed against Li Can's chest.
The liquid immortal energy instantly melted away, turning into specks of light that seeped into Li Can's body, forcibly activating and repairing his damaged cells and stabilizing his ever-losing vitality.
"Take care of him," Xiao Chen instructed the team members who had escaped the trap. His voice remained calm, yet carried an undeniable authority and power.
"Yes, Teacher Xiao!" the team members responded in unison, their voices weak but full of determination.
Just then, rapid footsteps, like a dense drumbeat, came from the upper cabin. Several dark figures followed closely behind, surging into the lower deck like hungry wolves, instantly filling the cramped space to capacity.
"You're courting death!" A bald, burly man roared, his eyes flashing with ferocity, and launched the first attack. His long sword, imbued with fierce energy, slashed down, the sharp whistling of the blade cutting through the air so piercing it seemed to tear space itself apart.
Xiao Chen didn't even turn his head, as if the threat behind him was insignificant. Just as the blade was about to touch his back, he slowly raised the back of his left hand and casually swung it behind him.
"Clang... Boom!"
The deafening clang of metal colliding and the roar of walls collapsing exploded together!
The bald, burly man, knife and all, was sent flying backward at several times the speed of his charge, crashing through three layers of thin steel bulkheads. His figure vanished into the darkness in an instant, leaving only a series of muffled collapse sounds.
The cabin fell into a deathly silence, broken only by the heavy, bellows-like breathing of the crew, which stood out starkly against the pervasive stench of blood. The enemies who had been so menacing just moments before were now frozen in place, their eyes filled with terror.
Xiao Chen then slowly turned around, his cold gaze sweeping over the remaining seven or eight enemies who were on high alert, as if he were looking at a dead object.
“The first one.” He spoke softly, his voice flat and emotionless. Before he finished speaking, his figure had already blurred, as if he had merged into the air.
The next second, he appeared without warning next to an enemy.
The right index finger extended seemingly slowly and gently touched the side of the other person's head... There was no earth-shattering sound, only a soft "plop".
The enemy's head shattered like a watermelon struck by a hammer, instantly turning into a mass of red and white gooey. His body collapsed limply to the ground, not even having time to let out a scream.
"The second one."
As soon as he finished speaking, he had already moved between the two enemies, and with both hands he reached out and lightly placed them on their chests.
The energy shields hastily erected on their bodies shattered instantly, as if made of paper, and their chests caved inward visibly.
It spewed not only blood, but also a murky liquid mixed with fragments of internal organs. Its body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily against the cabin wall, where it remained motionless.
"The third, the fourth." Xiao Chen's figure flashed repeatedly inside the cabin, as if walking in another dimension of time. His movements were extremely simple, without any fancy moves. Every appearance and every strike was accompanied by the end of a life.
Someone's neck was twisted 720 degrees, and their head was tilted at a bizarre angle;
Some people's bones are broken into pieces, turning into a limp mass of flesh;
Some people suddenly burst into a ghostly blue flame and were instantly burned into a charred skeleton.
This was not a battle, but a precise annihilation dominated by absolute power; every scene was chillingly ruthless.
"The fifth one."
"The sixth one."
His voice, calm and even as he counted off, became the most agonizing death knell, echoing endlessly in the blood-soaked hold.
The hold had long since turned into a scene of carnage, with severed limbs and bizarrely shaped corpses scattered everywhere, and thick blood staining the entire floor.
The only survivor, Liu Ming, had been forced to the edge of the hatch, his back pressed tightly against the cold cabin wall.
His hand gripping the longsword trembled violently, his knuckles turning white to almost transparent, and the coldness on his face had long been swallowed up by boundless fear.
He finally realized that this was not a battle at all, but a one-sided annihilation that exceeded the limits of his understanding!
The blood mist had not yet dissipated when Xiao Chen stood quietly in the center of the mottled metal floor.
The viscous red liquid meandered down the slightly recessed drainage channel on the floor, making a soft "drip, drip" sound that was particularly jarring in the deathly silent cabin.
Strangely, the edges of his shoe soles remained clean and tidy, as if an invisible barrier kept all the filth out. The air was filled with a bizarre, sweet stench of rust, gunpowder, and blood, making one want to vomit.
There were only three people left on the opposite side.
The leader was Liu Ming, his forehead veins bulging, his teeth clenched tightly, and his knuckles gripping the long sword were so white they were almost cracking.
The two martial artists on his left and right were as pale as paper, breathing heavily like broken bellows, their eyes filled with despair.
They are not immune to bloodshed; in fact, they have personally committed countless tragedies and have long been numb to death.
But the scene before them was so precise, so efficient, so coldly ruthless, almost like an art form, that every moment was pushing their psychological limits to the limit. This was the first time they had ever experienced such a thing.
"Monster...monster..." The warrior on the left's Adam's apple bobbed violently, his voice trembling uncontrollably despite being transmitted through the voice changer, filled with uncontrollable fear.
Liu Ming's eyes suddenly turned fierce. He spat out the blood-tinged saliva from his mouth and shouted sharply, "Shut up! Everyone hold your ground! Synchronize your energy and set up the triangular strangulation formation! No matter how fast he is, can he possibly avoid saturation attacks from three directions at the same time?"
Upon receiving the order, the two martial artists forcibly suppressed their fear and moved swiftly, instantly forming an equilateral triangle with Liu Ming, firmly surrounding Xiao Chen in the center.
The weapons in the hands of the three men simultaneously emitted blinding energy, and an intense killing intent locked onto Xiao Chen, as if the air inside the cabin had frozen at that moment.
Xiao Chen tilted his head slightly, his gaze sweeping over the surging, violent energy around him, a barely perceptible hint of interest flashing in his eyes, as if he were examining some novel toy. He casually raised his left hand, palm up, his five fingers slowly closing.
There was no earth-shattering explosion as expected; not even a superfluous sound. (End of Chapter)