Atlas of Heaven and Man.

Chapter 1388 Flying Thunder Enters Night Pass

Nan Shuguang sensed something was wrong and immediately raised his hand to block. The two fields collided at close range and shattered instantly. Then, a fist with a blue flame slammed into his arms.

Because of his distraction, his reaction was a beat slower, and Shan Yuchuan arrived too quickly. In this haste, he didn't have time to gather the spiritual fire on the outside. He could only gather the spiritual fire in his body in front, barely protecting himself.

But he soon realized that the power was not simply for destruction, but contained a tremendous thrust, and in an instant he was blasted off the top of the fortress.

After flying several kilometers away, it finally landed and crashed onto the ground, bouncing and creating several craters.

Dan Yuchuan followed closely behind, landing down with a dense blue flame emanating from his body, gazing at the figure in the pit ahead.

A deep red light filled the area, and Nan Shuguang had already stood up.

At this moment, his body was covered with dense scales that twisted into a complex and heavy armor. He was at least twice as tall as before, and his head and face were covered with crocodile-face armor. He looked extremely majestic and held a long whip in his hand.

The reason why Shan Yuchuan didn't use destructive force in his punch just now was partly because he was afraid that the two of them would damage the fortress during the fight.

Furthermore, he knew that the other party was an extraordinary being, but he did not know what the other party's extraordinary power was, so he was more cautious and simply chose to push the person out.

Upon seeing the appearance of the other party, he quickly deduced that the other party was visualizing "Crocodile Official".

From a young age, he was interested in legends of gods and immortals. As a fighter, he became aware of the connection between the two and paid even more attention to it.

The extraordinary power of the extraordinary phenomena is mostly related to the object of their contemplation. Especially under the concept of longevity, they often only possess one extraordinary power and lack much autonomous change. So even if there are deviations, they will not be too far off.

Nan Shuguang observed that Shan Yuchuan remained unchanged, simply standing there with a faint outline behind him, and slowly said, "The appearance of a human being..."

He appeared calm, but inwardly he was anxious. If he wasn't mistaken, the two beams of light that had just passed by were clearly the spiritual light and fire emitted by fighters flying through the air, and they were extremely powerful.

How could a fighter of this caliber possibly be here?
All signs today indicate that the battle outside was likely meticulously planned and instigated by those behind Shan Yuchuan, with the aim of provoking a war with the old imperial family.

The school sent him here to prevent this from happening, but it still happened.

He desperately wanted to send the message back as soon as possible, but...

Shan Yuchuan took off his white gloves and threw them on the ground, solemnly reminding him, "Mr. Nan, don't get distracted. I won't let you leave until the outcome is decided."

As he spoke, the flames on his body exploded again, and the tall figure behind him suddenly solidified, attacking Nan Shuguang once more.

At 6:25, the train came to a stop at the station inside the first fortress, and the lights flashing on the exterior of the train carriages gradually faded away.

At that moment, a row of senior and junior officers and soldiers stood in neat rows, with Shan Yuchuan's adjutant at the front. They waited for the train to stop, and then a tall figure wearing a military overcoat and a peaked cap stepped out of the train.

"salute!"

After Chen Chuan came out, he raised his hand and returned a military salute to everyone.

The adjutant and his assistant came up, saluted, and said, "Mr. Chen, we are here on behalf of General Shan to welcome you."

Chen Chuan's identity is currently confidential, so he is referred to by a vague title. Among those who came to greet him, only a few high-ranking military officers knew his identity, while most knew that a big shot had arrived, but did not know who he was.

Chen Chuan nodded in return. He turned his head to look at a certain spot, where he could clearly sense a fierce battle taking place several kilometers away.

The adjutant glanced in the direction he was looking and whispered, "It should be General Shan. He's fighting with Mr. Nan." He paused, then explained, "Mr. Nan is the supervisor sent by the municipal council these past two days."

Chen Chuan could tell from his senses that Shan Yuchuan was more skilled and was dominating the game, but his opponent was probably still holding back some tricks and was waiting for the right moment to reveal the outcome.

He stopped paying attention, because he was already here, and even if Shan Yuchuan lost in the end, the result wouldn't change.

He glanced again in the direction from which the artillery fire continued to come, and asked, "How's the situation at the front?"

The adjutant immediately replied seriously, "The enemy launched a surprise attack on us under cover of darkness, and we are counterattacking."

Because it was unclear whether Zong Chi, the former imperial general in charge of the northern expedition, had joined the attack, we sent out a distress signal.

Two fighters have already answered the call and quickly retreated from the World Ring to provide support at the front lines.

Chen Chuan nodded slightly. This adjutant was very cautious and left no room for error in his speech. This was because every word they said was now recorded and would be compiled into a report to be submitted after the war.

However, he doesn't need to explain anything to others here; the fact that he's willing to follow the procedures is already a great favor.

He glanced around and said, "Take me to the highest point here." The adjutant immediately replied sternly, "Yes, sir! Mr. Chen, please follow me."

The former imperial garrison. General Zong Chi, the Northern Expeditionary General, stood atop the city wall, gazing at the distant flashing lights and the continuous rumble of cannon fire that had been going on since earlier.

He was dressed in black armor and helmet, and looked to be in his early thirties. He had silver eyebrows and red eyes, and his face was exceptionally handsome. There were faint purple lines on the skin of his neck, which was the influence of the bloodline from the old imperial family.

Since negotiations with Da Shun began, the old imperial family has been urging him, a proponent of war, to exercise restraint, declaring that they cannot give Da Shun an excuse to start a war, and ordering him to strictly control his generals.

Moreover, the military supervisors sent by the court bypassed him and directly conscripted most of the servicemen in the north who owned manors and factories, and concentrated them in the fortresses built in the rear to ensure that there would be no conflict with the Great Shun.

The airships patrolled daily, their primary defenses not against the Shun dynasty, but against their own side.

At that moment, an embroidered messenger stood on the wall. Her arrival was both to support Zong Chi and to monitor him.

Zong Chi sighed inwardly. On the surface, the court's approach seemed to be without problems. Generally speaking, since there were no organized forces left on the outskirts, it was impossible for them to have a large-scale conflict with the Da Shun garrison.

It seems that this can prevent accidents.

However, this is just wishful thinking on the part of the higher-ups. If the Great Shun really wants to take action against you, it won't matter whether you retreat or not. Just like now, since they don't have any troops outside, all of this can only be a show staged by the Great Shun themselves.

Ironically, because they had withdrawn all their forces, they were unable to intervene in the situation outside. Even if they sent out soldiers now, the enemy would simply regard them as support for the attack. Therefore, this battle was inevitable.

He said, "Tell the generals to prepare for battle."

"Yes!" The lieutenant bowed with his hands clasped.

The embroidered-robed messenger then said, "General Zongchi, it is fine to prepare for war, but the imperial decree is above all else, and you must not act rashly. Do you understand?"

Zong Chi replied in a deep voice, "Rest assured, envoy. As long as the enemy does not attack our army, our army will naturally remain still."

The military supervisor, who was also standing on the city wall, said, "I believe it's just a misunderstanding. We'll explain to the other side after dawn."

Zong Chi didn't answer. He was furious. The two armies were clearly at war, yet he could only cower here, forced to grovel before the enemy. When had he ever fought such a humiliating battle!
Just then, he suddenly noticed something and saw two streaks of light coming towards him.

His expression immediately turned serious. He grabbed the long spear beside him, leaped out, and with agile speed, stood atop the front protective wall.

The embroidered-robed messenger also leaped up and landed on the roof of the city tower, where he squatted on one knee, his face veiled and his eyes fixed on the distant sky.

boom! boom!
Two streaks of light streaked across the sky, falling like meteors and crashing down in front of the military camp. The earth trembled instantly, and two huge craters appeared. Amidst the flying mud and dust, two tall figures radiating intense spiritual light and fire emerged, each four or five meters tall and twice the size of Zong Chi.

Both men were wearing standard military overcoats from the Da Shun army and exuded a sharp military aura.

The man on the left was slightly burly, with a square face, large eyes, and a thick beard, and he was smoking a pipe that could easily be used as a weapon. The man on the right had sharp eyes, a slightly slender build in comparison, and stood ramrod straight, his right hand already resting on the sword at his waist.

The burly man was named Hong Ancheng, and the man wielding the sword was named Zhu Kongqi. Like Zong Chi, they were both martial artists who had reached the level of the Longevity Observation.

Because of the constant battles with enemies in the World Ring and the occasional encounters with large mutated creatures behind the Fusion Land, their size inevitably tends to increase.

Zhu Kongqi first glanced at Zong Chi standing opposite him, then at the embroidered-robed envoy above the city wall, before casually looking away.
"Old Hong, we need to act quickly. Although Wan Ke was summoned back by the old emperor's edict, I suspect he hasn't gone far. If he comes back, things will get complicated."

Hong Ancheng laughed heartily, "Don't worry about any problems. I just received news that he has arrived and is currently in the rear. With him backing us up, even if Wan Ke arrives, it will be a waste."

"Oh? Have we arrived?"

Zhu Kongqi was now invigorated.

This time, we've invited someone who can be considered the most destructive fighter in the world, second only to the upper echelons of power.

In his view, the outcome of the battle was already decided the moment he stepped onto the battlefield.

"Yes, we can't hold others back!"

Hong Ancheng laughed again, lowering the center of gravity of his burly body, raising his hands to face forward, and a light flashed in his palms.

Zong Chi coldly watched this scene, while the embroidered envoy's expression changed, and he immediately jumped off the city wall. The next moment, a thick and blazing stream of light rushed towards the old imperial army's encampment in front!
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(End of this chapter)