CHAPTER 688: CHAPTER 413: WHAT IS A MARTIAL ARTIST?

"The data is stable, continue injecting the serum!"

"The fluctuation values are normal, you can input the energy liquid!"

"Gene cell disorder is weakening, the heavy pressure is gradually descending..."

In the underground laboratory, voices continuously echoed, the silver-gray metal floor reflecting the cold incandescent light.

The researchers in white coats were all busy, continuously adjusting and operating various precision instruments.

"It’s close..."

"It’s getting closer..."

The elegant woman named Manager Feng stood at the center of the experimental field, just a few feet away from the giant glass container.

A pious frenzy flashed across her bright eyes as she stared intently at the scarlet flesh soaked in the energy liquid within the container, injected with countless serums.

This scene didn’t leave anyone in doubt; the conquest of legendary-level biotechnology was about to succeed, a matter that would drive anyone mad with excitement.

Soon.

Tap tap!

Footsteps sounded, approaching in succession.

The metal door of the laboratory opened, revealing a team of tall security personnel in suits marching in quickly.

Among them, one leading figure stood out, with several conical flying shuttles floating above his head, a sixth-order force field gathering at his side, forming a dense diamond-shaped phantom shield.

The powerful aura spread quietly, and many of the security stationed there and Chi Bo Energy personnel’s pupils contracted, quickly greeting respectfully.

"Leader Lu!"

"Greetings, Leader Lu!!"

Following the continuous greetings, the woman named Manager Feng finally returned to her senses and turned to look at the newcomer.

"Leader Lu."

She was somewhat surprised that this security leader of Chi Bo Energy, one of the sixth-order foundations, had also come to Nanjiang.

"Hmm."

Nodding calmly, the man known as Leader Lu walked to the center of the experimental field and looked at the scarlet color within the glass container.

It seemed like compressed and condensed essence blood, its strong vitality making it look like real flesh with tendons.

Additionally.

His gaze shifted to the side of this container.

There was also a rectangular metal instrument standing upright, inside which was a burly body connected by black cables.

He looked like a person from the Platinum Federation, with brown hair and very pale skin.

But at that moment, his eyes were tightly shut, his bare body covered with scars, and there was a bloody hole at the heart position, with half a heart still barely beating slightly.

"It seems the experiment is almost successful, right?"

He glanced over everything and asked calmly.

Manager Feng’s eyes flickered, and she nodded lightly.

"That’s good then."

The man named Leader Lu waved his hand, and the security behind him quickly dispersed, sealing off the entire experimental field.

Facing the puzzled expressions of Manager Feng and others, he remained expressionless and just spoke flatly.

"From now on."

"The security here will be taken over by me."

....

Ding dong!

[Welcome!]

At a corner of the square in the Nanjiang District.

The grayish-white tiled floor, the mechanical intelligent welcome sound came from the glass door of the noodle shop.

Chen Feng glanced at the people coming in and out, sitting at a clean wooden table by the window.

A slight aroma of noodles reached his nose as a bowl of noodle with fried sauce was placed in front of him by the waiter.

"Student Chen...."

Sitting opposite him, Wang Hanwen looked a bit embarrassed as she glanced through the gap in the waiter’s arm placing the food, showing a somewhat apologetic expression.

Her original intention was to invite him to a formal meal, but unexpectedly, he was adamant about going to this ordinary street-side noodle shop.

"I appreciate the gesture..."

"Besides, this place isn’t bad either."

Chen Feng said calmly, ultimately accepting the sincere invitation.

Soon after, he said no more.

He quietly picked up the chopsticks, stirring the noodles and sauce, slowly tasting them.

The flavor was decent, and the noodles were quite tender...

The atmosphere was silent, seeing that he didn’t seem reluctant.

Wang Hanwen breathed a sigh of relief, finally refraining from speaking to disturb him.

The three of them ate the noodles in silence, the boy named Wang Zhou glancing back and forth between Chen Feng and Wang Hanwen.

Knowing better than to ask more, though maybe he just didn’t like the silent atmosphere.

After slurping some noodles, he couldn’t help but continue the private conversation topic from before.

"Sister, after the club course ends, I’m going to Yanwu Gym to practice boxing."

"What do you think?"

As he spoke, he didn’t notice that the other two at the table both hesitated briefly.

"This...."

Wang Hanwen cautiously glanced at Chen Feng, seeing him continue enjoying the noodles, only then did she look towards her cousin.

"Of course you can."

"But does our uncle know about your plan?"

"I haven’t told him yet, I guess he won’t be very willing."

Sounding a bit troubled, Wang Zhou sighed and said, "He’s always telling me to study well and not get distracted."

"But I just like martial arts, what can I do?"

Wang Hanwen felt a bit helpless hearing this, then listened as the boy continued to talk about the topic, as if pouring out his troubles.

"Becoming a martial artist is my dream, and there might be a new policy released soon."

"My teacher said, if you can establish a rank in martial arts, you might be able to get extra points in major exams in the future."

"Moreover, achieving success in martial arts can also provide good prospects for the future... Anyway, I’m going to Yanwu Gym for martial arts training."

The boy’s words echoed continuously, firm and mature, obviously having considered a lot.

Wang Hanwen thought it made some sense, but then noticed a burly middle-aged man at the adjacent table interject with a smile.

"Young lad, practicing martial arts doesn’t necessarily mean you have to go to Yanwu Gym, right?"

"Our Fei Niao Boxing Hall is also recruiting apprentices, would you like to find out more?"

"No."

Wang Zhou rejected outright, leaving the man with no room to maintain face.

"If I’m going, I’m going to the best; Yanwu Gym is the biggest martial arts hall in Nanjiang."

"Besides, I heard that the legendary martial artist is at Yanwu Gym, even stronger than a grandmaster. What do you think, uncle?"

The unfamiliar middle-aged man’s face was awkward, feeling a bit disgraced.

"Young lad, Yanwu Gym is indeed formidable, but their aptitude requirements are also high, not everyone can get in."

"I suggest you really think it through..."

"I can definitely do it."

Wang Zhou retorted, interrupting, and the two almost had a quarrel.

Wang Hanwen felt a headache coming on and wanted to persuade them.

At the critical moment.

Ka-da!

The sound of putting down chopsticks interrupted all the noise.

Chen Feng’s bowl of Zhajiang noodles was empty, and he took a napkin to wipe the corner of his mouth.

"Why do you insist on practicing martial arts?"

He looked at the young man named Wang Zhou in front of him and suddenly asked.

Wang Zhou was clearly startled and instinctively replied, "I want to become a Martial Artist."

"Do you know what a Martial Artist is?"

Chen Feng asked again.

"I... I..."

Wang Zhou struggled to answer, simultaneously subconsciously ignoring why he wanted to answer.

The middle-aged man’s face relaxed, and he was about to smile.

But.

Tap!

The figure stood up, his burly physique blocking out a lot of light.

Everyone in the room felt inexplicably oppressive, including the middle-aged man whose expression subtly changed.

"Martial Artist..."

Chen Feng shook his head, realizing that this question might be too profound for a young man.

Because there was a moment when even he felt momentarily confused.

The strong ones in Qinggang City were all wiped out under the Black Tide, reduced to Flames in the Heroic Spirit Hall.

Can a Martial Artist really make it to the end?

"Thanks for the hospitality."

Putting aside his thoughts, he said to Wang Hanwen.

Then he stepped out, brushing past as he left.

The smooth footsteps echoed in everyone’s hearts, and the entire noodle shop fell into unusual silence.

And at that moment.

Boom!!!

A sudden explosion thunderously erupted, and blinding flames blossomed high above the distant Central City.

Everyone’s bodies shook, eyes widened, people inside and outside the shop and on both sides of the street hurriedly looked over.

Whoosh!!!

It seemed that a temporary building of Chi Bo Energy suddenly exploded, flames shot into the sky, and three flying devices rapidly ascended, piercing through billowing black smoke, heading straight for the outskirts of the city.

"This... what’s happening..."

"What happened!!"

Someone in the noodle shop shouted incredulously, and even the argument that almost happened earlier was forgotten.

"No, there’s someone!"

"Someone is flying!!"

Suddenly, another exclamation arose, and the crowd focused their attention.

They saw behind the swiftly ascended fleeing flying devices, a figure was jetting flames like a rocket, flying in pursuit, while someone else stood on a Flying Shuttle, speeding through the air.

At the same time.

Buzz buzz!

The phone in his pocket vibrated, and Chen Feng’s Perception saw Han Chao initiating a sudden call.

Taking it out and answering, he stood at the entrance of the noodle shop, raising his head to look at the chaotic scene in the sky and the smoke among the high-rise buildings.

"Master Chen!"

"This is bad!! There really is a problem with Chi Bo Energy!! Han Mingchuan attacked our people and is trying to flee the country..."

Crash!!

Before the voice on the call finished speaking, the three flying devices in mid-air suddenly scattered, each heading in a different direction.

One even lowered its altitude to attack the urban buildings.

Boom boom boom!!

A hundred-meter-tall building had its top corner destroyed by a Sniper Cannon, the walls collapsed, crashing down like a Meteor.

Amid the rolling smoke, shattered glass windows became the sharpest blades, with various heavy interior objects and cement blocks mixed in, all plummeting downwards.

"Ah!!"

"Run away!!"

Cars and pedestrians on the street were momentarily panicked and confused, screams and chaos erupted and spread rapidly!

Those in pursuit, like Zhao Feijiang, looked grim, clearly seeing how many pedestrians were fleeing in panic on the asphalt road of the urban streets.

This was a severe urban accident.

If no one stepped in to stop and rescue, countless people would end up in the final casualty statistics, and countless families would be broken.

But if they went to rescue, then this chase and investigation...

"Damn! Han Mingchuan, that beast!!"

Zhao Feijiang gritted his teeth, ready to give up the chase and opt for rescue.

At the critical moment.

Beep!

A shared military communication suddenly sounded, with a voice.

"Understood."

The deep voice echoed, seemingly affecting the entire nearby block.

The people in the noodle shop hadn’t snapped out of it, and the pedestrians in the street were still in chaotic flight.

Chen Feng hung up the call and pushed open the glass door of the noodle shop.

Buzz!!!

In an instant, the world froze.

The Meteor-like objects from the collapsing building, and those sharp shards of glass, all halted in mid-air.

Unparalleled storm pressure surged into the sky, sweeping the clouds, reflecting in everyone’s mental world.

For a moment, all was silent.

Only his black trench coat flapped wildly as Chen Feng stood at the door of the noodle shop, slightly turning his head.

His gaze crossed the stunned crowd and the middle-aged man from the boxing hall, finally meeting the wide-eyed young man named Wang Zhou.

"In Yanwu Gym, I can make the decision."

"If you can become a Martial Artist here, don’t forget... to answer my question today."

Bang!!

As the voice fell, the figure disappeared.

Crackling blue electric arcs flickered in place as an unruly scarlet storm surged into the sky.