Chapter 252: Chapter 251: Chen Tianlong in Trouble
"Wow!"
Suddenly, Chen Tianlong dashed forward at an incredible speed, astonishing everyone present, especially Ye Xiong, whose jaw nearly dropped—it was indeed the speed of an ancient martial cultivator.
Ye Xiong was puzzled, wondering how an ordinary martial artist could possess such speed, as it truly was bewildering.
However, actual combat not only requires speed, the most crucial element is still strength.
Ye Xiong, being a martial cultivator, was well-rounded in every aspect—attack power, speed, and defensive ability—all far superior to ordinary people. Seeing Chen Tianlong rushing towards Lin Wushuang, he could roughly guess what Chen Tianlong intended to do.
Thus, Ye Xiong’s body swayed slightly and he stood in front of Chen Tianlong. But Chen Tianlong seemed not to care much and directly launched a punch.
"Boom!"
With a muffled sound, Chen Tianlong stepped back two steps, while Ye Xiong only retreated one. It was clear that Ye Xiong’s strength slightly surpassed Chen Tianlong’s.
In face of this situation, Chen Tianlong took a deep breath. His plan had been uncovered, and rescuing anyone now seemed increasingly difficult.
But Chen Tianlong wasn’t expecting to return alive this night. Outcomes depend on effort. Just like when he was blind before, he never thought there’d be a day he could see light again.
At this moment, a trace of wickedness flickered across Chen Tianlong’s face; he was going all out.
His right foot slightly stepped backward, his body slightly lowered, and suddenly, two throwing knives appeared in his hands. In the blink of an eye, Chen Tianlong’s body sped forward like an arrow loosed from a bowstring.
Ye Xiong sneered coldly, flipping his hand to reveal a dagger, prepared to stab Chen Tianlong when he attacked.
Yet, Ye Xiong miscalculated.
Just as he was sneering, he suddenly noticed two throwing knives heading his way. Startled, Ye Xiong quickly dodged, giving Chen Tianlong the chance to rush past.
However, just as he was about to reach Lin Wushuang, he was sent flying back in the air. Two young men in suits were standing in front of him, both elite members of the Pure Yang Martial Arts Hall.
They were ancient martial cultivators, making Chen Tianlong no match for them.
After being knocked back, Chen Tianlong immediately spat out a mouthful of blood, truly injured this time. Although his heart method had self-protective functions, it depended on the opponent.
The opponents being ancient martial cultivators meant that Chen Tianlong, as an ordinary martial artist, was bound to get hurt facing such powerful blows.
Chen Tianlong lay on the ground, his body in severe pain. He took a deep breath and finally stood up, though he could feel acute pain throbbing through his organs, indicating severe internal injuries.
"Go to hell."
While Chen Tianlong was in pain, Ye Xiong rushed forward again, exerting all his strength. This time, he wasn’t intending to kill Chen Tianlong but had resolved to disable him.
Depriving an enemy of power and watching them helpless, unable to do anything, is far more satisfying than simply killing them.
Hearing the yelling, Chen Tianlong responded immediately, using all his strength to counter Ye Xiong with another punch.
"Boom..."
Another muffled sound; Chen Tianlong retreated two to three steps, spat out another mouthful of blood, and felt dizzy.
"Chen Tianlong, don’t worry about us, just run."
Lin Batian initially hoped that Chen Tianlong could rescue his daughter Lin Wushuang, but now it seemed impossible, as the opponents were too strong.
"Chen Tianlong, go quickly, or you’ll be killed."
Seeing Chen Tianlong spitting blood again, any remaining hope Lin Wushuang had vanished; she urged him to flee.
This was love manifesting.
Though Lin Wushuang wished for Chen Tianlong to be able to save her, at the brink of death, she compromised, hoping Chen Tianlong could live well.
"I won’t go. Even if I die, I’ll take you with me."
Chen Tianlong took a deep breath, mustered all his strength, and charged once more in Lin Wushuang’s direction.
"Chen Tianlong, don’t...."
Lin Wushuang’s eyes widened, tears streaming down her face, truly not expecting that in such a critical moment, Chen Tianlong would risk his life to save her.
This man was unfathomable to her, yet she deeply desired to embrace him once more, but alas.....
"Boom....."
The two Pure Yang experts simultaneously threw a punch, hitting Chen Tianlong’s left and right chest, sending him flying back a good ten meters before crashing heavily to the ground. After vomiting a spurt of blood, he lost consciousness, life or death unknown.
Twenty minutes earlier...
Wu Mengting called Chen Tianlong, but got no answer, so she tried Lin Wushuang, who also didn’t answer. There were two possibilities.
First, the two were getting intimate, too busy to respond. Second, they both encountered trouble.
Wu Mengting hoped it was the first scenario, so at least Chen Tianlong would be safe. However, a strong sense of unease persisted, an ominous forewarning.
Thinking it over, Wu Mengting called Zhao Lei, Chen Tianlong’s close friend.
Upon learning about Chen Tianlong’s situation from Wu Mengting, Zhao Lei promptly took Wu Mengting along to the Lin Family Mansion. Upon arrival, they only saw an ambulance parked at the Lin’s entrance.
Lin Batian stood in a daze, retreating several steps, nearly fainting. He never imagined everything would happen so suddenly, catching everyone off guard.
"Chen Tianlong....."
Seeing Chen Tianlong being carried on a stretcher, Wu Mengting screamed his name from the depths of her soul.
But Chen Tianlong’s breath was weak, his entire body critically injured, tendons severed, and internally gravely hurt. If not treated urgently, he might not make it.
"Please make way, the patient is on the brink, we must get him to the hospital for emergency treatment!"
The medical staff urged, pulling a hysterical Wu Mengting aside and loading Chen Tianlong into the emergency vehicle.
"Chen Tianlong, you’ll be alright, you must be alright."
Watching the departing ambulance, Wu Mengting mumbled like a lost soul.
"Damn it, this is freaking messed up!"
At this moment, Zhao Lei replaced his usual jovial demeanor with a harsh curse, feeling both guilty and furious.
"Zhao Lei, what do we do now? Chen Tianlong he...."
Wu Mengting snapped out of her sorrow, this abrupt occurrence left her struggling to accept reality.
Hearing this, Lin Batian came over. Although the Lin Family was in dire straits, reflecting on Chen Tianlong’s injuries stirred deeper concern in him.
Lin Batian was a man of sentiment and righteousness, aware that Chen Tianlong suffered all this for the Lin Family. Essentially, Lin Batian involved Chen Tianlong in this affair, making him the true culprit.
However, assigning blame wasn’t the priority right now; finding a solution was crucial.
His daughter had been kidnapped, and if no feasible plan arose by midday tomorrow, he’d have to relinquish the president’s position. But surrendering a company he’d invested years of effort into was truly heart-wrenching.