A Life of Attributes Starting as a Nobleman in the Republic of China Era

Chen Che did not answer.

He simply gripped the tactical baton tightly, took a deep breath, and his inner strength began to surge wildly.

Wang Jian's pupils contracted; he could feel the abundant blood and energy within Chen Che's body, like a volcano about to erupt.

A slight smile played at the corners of his lips.

"Come."

The look in his eyes was as if he were looking at meat on a chopping board.

This was the most terrifying opponent Chen Che had ever encountered in his life, even a hundred times more terrifying than the mysterious assassin in the rainy night.

Wang Jian's skill was as profound as an abyss. Chen Che could only be certain that he was at least above the "Martial Venerable" level, but as for which level he was at, he couldn't sense it at all with his abilities.

Even with Sun Congzhou in charge, this operation is probably far too overconfident...

"Aren't you coming?" Wang Jian looked down at the four people standing guard below, his tone nonchalant. "Then I'll come."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Jian's figure flashed and disappeared into the moonlight, as if he had become one with the night.

Chen Che felt a bone-chilling cold rush from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and the aura of death approached instantly.

The next instant, a green shadow flashed before his eyes, and Wang Jian appeared in front of him.

The left hand, covered in green scales, spread its five fingers wide, whistling as it tore through the air, and reached straight for Chen Che's face.

Chen Che's pupils suddenly contracted, and he gripped his tactical baton tightly, crossing his hands to block.

"Bang!"

A deafening roar.

A terrifying force erupted like a torrent, and Chen Che's feet carved two deep furrows into the bluestone slab, sliding backward more than three zhang (approximately 10 meters), with gravel scattering everywhere beneath his feet.

His arms were numb and limp, his tiger's mouth was cracked, and blood was gushing down the stick.

Wang Jian did not pursue, because Sun Congzhou's sword had already attacked from the side, emitting a clear and melodious sword cry like a dragon's roar.

Sun Congzhou poured eighty percent of his power into this sword strike, and a foot-long sword light burst forth from the tip, like purple lightning and green frost, piercing straight into Wang Jian's eyes.

"Huh?" Wang Jian seemed to be wary of the sharp sword light, so he ducked to avoid the edge and struck Sun Congzhou's chest with the force of a thunderbolt.

Chen San suddenly appeared behind Wang Jian.

His twisted dagger, like a viper's tongue, plunged straight into the back of Wang Jian's neck.

Chen San's plan was to attack where the enemy would have to defend, and even if he couldn't kill him in one blow, he could still relieve Sun Congzhou's siege.

However, Wang Jian did not turn around, letting Chen San's knife tip fall towards his neck.

"puff!"

At the same time, a palm struck Sun Congzhou squarely in the chest.

This seemingly casual palm strike contained terrifying power capable of splitting stone tablets and shattering rocks.

Sun Congzhou's clothes instantly ripped into pieces, revealing a close-fitting soft armor underneath.

Even so, Sun Congzhou still groaned, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and his whole body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the brick wall of the alley.

The wall suddenly cracked, and spiderweb-like cracks spread instantly before it collapsed.

He slid to the ground, clutching his chest, his face as pale as paper, a clear indentation of his handprint left on his soft nails.

At the same time, Chen San's knife pierced Wang Jian's nape.

"puff."

The blade pierced the flesh, but Chen San's short blade was already twisted and could not break through Wang Jian's protective aura, only penetrating half an inch into the flesh.

What drove Chen San to despair even more was that the wound on Wang Jian's neck was visibly healing completely, with new flesh sprouting right before his eyes...

Chen San's all-out attack caused him to lose his balance, leaving him wide open, and he was stunned for a moment.

Wang Jian turned around, ready to kill Chen San.

A shot rang out.

It was Yu Ban's specially made short gun that exploded at close range, the bullets blasting towards Wang Jian's face like a storm.

Wang Jian tilted his head slightly to one side.

The bullet whizzed past his cheek, leaving a shallow bloodstain.

Wang Jian reached out and touched the wound on his face, looking at the bright red spot on his fingertip.

"A shotgun?" Wang Jian asked with a playful tone. "Interesting."

I remained silent for the rest of the time.

He pulled the trigger again.

Wang Jian did not dodge.

He simply raised his left hand and held it in front of him.

Bullets rained down on the scales, sparks flying. Three or four scales shattered and fell away, the bullets embedding themselves deep in flesh.

Wang Jian looked down at the wound on his left palm, where the flesh was writhing and healing strangely, trying to slowly squeeze out the bullet.

Sun Congzhou leaned against the wall, his face pale.

Chen Che quickly stepped forward to support him: "Master, are you alright?"

"Che'er," Sun Congzhou forcefully circulated his true energy to suppress the surging blood and qi, "protect me."

The remaining half of the shotgun can only hold six bullets.

At this moment, Wang Jian had been forced back five steps, his left palm dripping with blood.

His previously relaxed expression gradually twisted into rage: "Since you can't wait any longer, I'll send you on your way!"

He stomped his foot hard on the ground, the bluestone slabs shattered beneath his feet, each step leaving a shallow crater. His body moved so fast that it left afterimages as he lunged towards Yu Ban.

The shockwave shattered the windows on both sides of the alley, sending splinters of wood and glass flying like a torrential downpour.

Yu Ban's pupils suddenly contracted.

Only one bullet left.

Wang Jian's speed was so fast that he didn't even have time to aim.

But he did not back down.

He raised his pistol and aimed it at the figure rushing towards him with ghostly speed.

"Bang!"

The last shot.

The flames exploded in the night, and the projectiles rained down like a storm, heading straight for Wang Jian's face.

Wang Jian suddenly shifted to the left, dodging the bullet.

"Clang clang clang clang!"

Sparks flew out like fireworks.

The bullet struck the wall behind Wang Jian, sending up a shower of sparks.

Wang Jian did not stop.

His right hand was already outstretched, its five fingers like iron hooks, aimed straight for Yu Ban's throat with an aura of death.

Yu Ban could clearly smell the strong stench of blood emanating from that hand.

With a clang, Chen Che crossed his two sticks and blocked Yu Ban's attack, taking the blow that Wang Jian was determined to deliver.

The two sticks twisted and deformed dramatically backward under the full force of Wang Jian's claw strike. Just as Chen Che was about to lose his balance and be thrown backward, four firm and powerful hands suddenly pressed against his back.

It was Chen San and Yu Ban.

The three combined their strength and withstood the terrifying impact of Wang Jian's attack.

"Bang!"

A shockwave exploded between the four people, and visible transparent ripples spread wildly outward from them. The bluestone slab beneath their feet could not withstand the enormous force and collapsed and shattered, with the fragments being swept up by the shockwave and shooting in all directions.

Chen Che's arms were bulging with veins, and blood gushed from the gaping wounds on his hands, but he gritted his teeth and refused to back down an inch.

The tactical baton is made of titanium alloy, which has excellent toughness. The greater the impact, the greater the rebound force.

Chen Che felt the terrifying pressure from the double sticks. He took a deep breath, planted his feet firmly on the ground, lowered his waist and hips, and the double sticks slightly retracted, dissipating some of the force. Then...

A sudden rebound!

"Buzz!"

After being bent to its limit, the titanium alloy double rods unleashed an astonishing rebound force, and the accumulated terrifying kinetic energy poured back into Wang Jian's palm like a flood.

He felt an overwhelming force surge from his claws straight through his arm, causing Wang Jian's entire right arm to tremble violently, and his body to slide backward uncontrollably.

step.

Two steps.

Three steps!

Wang Jian's feet carved two deep furrows into the bluestone slab, barely managing to steady himself. His right arm trembled slightly, and a sharp pain shot through his palm.

Wang Jianfang looked up and saw a flurry of legs flying before his eyes, crashing down like Mount Tai!

Chen Che's figure had already torn through the sky.

He was not given any chance to retaliate.