Kicking the last ronin away, and bumping into another ronin who stumbled and retreated.
Chen Fan didn't pause, crashing forward like a mountain.
The ronin reacted quickly, drawing his blade and slashing down.
The blade light was incredibly sharp and swift.
However, Chen Fan sidestepped, the blade grazing his body as it fell.
As he hastily brought his blade across, Chen Fan had already collided with him.
Knowing he had encountered a master, his expression changed drastically. He quickly pressed a hand towards Chen Fan's shoulder and retreated, swinging his blade.
But at the sudden impact, the disparity in skill was immediately clear, giving him no time to react.
With a bang, his hand couldn't hold Chen Fan back, nor stop Chen Fan's mountain-collapsing charge.
A mighty force erupted. The ronin, along with his sword, was sent flying. His chest caved in, clearly breathing his last.
The last ronin pushed his companion aside, watching the scene before him with terror. His blade flashed, one strike after another like lightning.
Chen Fan retreated, dodging left and right under the onslaught of blade light.
Seeing the blade light like a tide, Chen Fan flicked his finger, impossibly striking the side of the blade.
The blade light deflected, and Chen Fan seized the opportunity, throwing a punch at the ronin's chest.
Then came a second, and a third punch.
After three punches, the ronin spat blood and fainted.
"Bastard… kill!"
The ronin Chen Fan had first kicked, spitting blood, slashed with his blade. Chen Fan ducked, shifting his footing to trip him, and snapped his neck.
From his corner, the man with glasses watched Chen Fan kill the three ronin in mere breaths, his eyes widening in disbelief, then trembling.
He recognized these three ronin. They were said to be martial arts experts, hired by higher-ups to guard this place.
Normally, these three held positions of high authority, being ordered around, and would often go out drinking and womanizing with impunity.
Towards staff like him, they were fierce and aggressive, often resorting to punches and kicks.
And he dared not show any resentment.
Now, these three ronin had been dispatched by Chen Fan in the blink of an eye.
Chen Fan paid him no mind. He grabbed his neck and dragged him towards the elevator, saying, "Down!"
The man with glasses entered his fingerprint and underwent iris recognition, opening the elevator.
The elevator descended rapidly.
"What's your name?"
Chen Fan, watching the elevator door, asked.
"Suzuki Shiro," the man with glasses replied quickly.
Chen Fan took out a photo and placed it before Suzuki Shiro, saying, "Have you seen her?"
Looking at Xiang Jingzhu in the photo, Suzuki Shiro was stunned for a moment, then shook his head.
"Do you know the consequence of lying to me?" Chen Fan said coldly.
Suzuki Shiro shivered and quickly said, "Outsiders are forbidden on the fourth and fifth floors. I haven't seen her!"
"However, I heard from Kang Chuan, who works downstairs, that there is indeed a very beautiful woman being held on the fifth floor. As for whether it's this woman, I truly don't know."
"Beautiful woman? When was she brought in?" Chen Fan asked.
"It's been a few days. Kang Chuan even thought it was a pity that if the modification failed, such a woman would be wasted..."
As he spoke, the elevator door opened.
As soon as the elevator door slid open a crack, Chen Fan saw a shirtless man sitting outside the door.
His upper body was powerfully muscled, covered in thick hair, resembling a beast rather than a human.
As the elevator door opened completely, the man looked towards Chen Fan and the other, his eyes bloodshot and filled with ferocity.
Suzuki Shiro, seemingly having learned his lesson, managed a smile at the man and greeted him, "Sekiya-kun!"
The man ignored him. Seemingly by instinct, sensing danger from Chen Fan, he asked, "Who are you?"
"I'm Yamashita Ichikawa. Don't you recognize me, Sekiya-kun?"
Chen Fan, feigning apprehension, also forced a smile and said.
"No, you're not Yamashita Ichikawa. You're not..."
Sekiya stood up abruptly.
It was at this moment that Chen Fan acted, delivering a swift and precise flying kick.
"Roar… Damn it, I'll tear you to shreds!"
Sekiya raised his arm to grab.
But his movement was slow. Chen Fan's kick landed squarely on his chest.
With a bang, Sekiya stumbled back several steps.
Then, seemingly unharmed, like a ferocious beast, he let out a roar and lunged at Chen Fan.
His immense size made him look utterly inhuman.
Chen Fan was surprised. He hadn't used his true qi, but he still had some internal energy, and he knew his own strength was far beyond that of an ordinary person.
This Sekiya, after taking a kick, was still unfazed?
Even a martial artist, unless they had reached the level of a Grandmaster, couldn't achieve this.
A gene-modified human?
A thought flashed through Chen Fan's mind, considering a possibility.
As he thought, Sekiya was already lunging, throwing a vicious punch.
Chen Fan raised his hand to block. A tremendous force struck, sending him staggering back several meters, his back hitting the elevator door.
"Ahhh..."
Sekiya roared and continued to pounce.
Chen Fan spun, evading him.
With a bang, the wall of the elevator shaft was dented, the fist print the size of a fan, astonishing.
Suzuki Shiro quickly scurried to the side to take cover.
Several people in white lab coats, seemingly similar in status to Suzuki Shiro, gathered to watch.
Two security guards also approached, each drawing a gun.
Bang!
Fists the size of clay pots swung, Sekiya roared, landing successive blows on the wall, creating a series of fist-shaped dents.
Sekiya, seemingly devoid of pain, reached out to grab Chen Fan again, as if to tear him to shreds.
Chen Fan ducked and kicked out, hitting Sekiya's knee joint.
Bang, Sekiya fell to one knee with a roar, turning to grab Chen Fan.
Chen Fan, however, moved with uncanny agility, stepping forward, grabbing Sekiya's head, and twisting it.
The gene-modified human, with his astonishing strength, struggled fiercely, trying to throw Chen Fan off.
However, even without true qi, Chen Fan's precise and masterful application of force generated terrifying instantaneous explosive power.
Sekiya's neck made a cracking sound, his head lollied to the side.
Bang, bang.
The two security guards opened fire.
Chen Fan dodged, drew a gun from his waist, hid behind Sekiya's corpse, pulled out the gun from his waist, and fired two shots.
The two security guards fell.
The people in white lab coats panicked and fled, seeking cover.
Chen Fan had no intention of killing them. He called out, "Suzuki Shiro!"
Suzuki was also trying to flee and hide, but froze at Chen Fan's call.
Then he obediently turned, looking at Chen Fan.
"This is the third basement level. Tell me how to get to the lower two levels?"
Chen Fan asked.
Suzuki Shiro hesitated, then finally said, "Professor Miyamoto has the authorization to go down."
"Where is he?" Chen Fan asked.
Suzuki Shiro pointed to a man in his fifties, wearing glasses, with dishevelled hair, not far away.
The man showed no signs of panic. He looked at Chen Fan, and surprisingly, there was a hint of expectation in his eyes.
Chen Fan strode over and said, "Professor Miyamoto, I don't want to hurt you. Please cooperate!"
As he spoke, he raised his hand and fired several shots at some instruments, equipment, and various laboratory glassware.
Professor Miyamoto looked at Chen Fan and suddenly said, "Miyamoto Tsutomu!"
This attitude slightly surprised Chen Fan.