392: Chapter 389 Only a Tree Branch Monster could tear through armor by hand.

Lu Jianchuan said no more.

The silver-white figure lunged forward, heading straight for Li Jianguo—but Lin Yuan took a step across, blocking him. The red armor swung a punch, and Lu Jianchuan dodged to the side, parrying with a backhand. The two were instantly locked in combat.

Lu Jianchuan couldn't strike to kill. He knew Lin Yuan was being controlled, so he held back with every punch, only parrying, dodging, and suppressing. However, Lin Yuan's attacks were relentless; under Li Jianguo's control, that red armor moved as fluidly as a killing machine.

"Move!" Lu Jianchuan growled.

Lin Yuan didn't answer. His fists slammed into Lu Jianchuan's parrying arms, one after another, unable to stop.

On the other side, Shen Mingyuan had already retreated two steps and clapped his hands together.

twin stars—two black and red handguns flipped in his hands, their barrels connecting with a click to form a slender sniper rifle. He knelt on one knee, raised the muzzle, and the crosshairs in the scope locked onto Li Jianguo's head.

Li Jianguo moved.

Just as he was about to rush toward Shen Mingyuan, two figures blocked his path simultaneously.

Ye Ouyang, his golden sharp claws glinting coldly under the lights.

Wei Ziqing, in plain white armor, his hand already on the hilt of the sword behind his waist.

"We are your opponents," Wei Ziqing said.

Li Jianguo wasted no words and charged directly. The dark silver armor's speed was astonishing—faster, lighter, and more flexible than Zhao Qifeng's set. Wei Ziqing drew his sword to parry, the blade clashing against Li Jianguo's forearm, sending sparks flying.

No breach in defense.

That layer of armor composed of Metal Trilobites was harder than it looked. Wei Ziqing struck three times in succession, only leaving a few shallow white marks on it.

"Tsk." He sheathed his sword, took a step back, gripped the hilt with his right hand, and forcefully thrust it back into the scabbard behind his waist.

Sword and scabbard underwent Fusion and reconfiguration. A black outer layer grew from the plain white base, covering the pauldrons, cuirass, and greaves. Within seconds, the heavy and steady heavy armor form was complete. A gun barrel extended from his back and fell into his hand.

Wei Ziqing gripped the Long Spear with both hands and met Li Jianguo head-on.

The two clashed in a head-on collision. The Long Spear and armor collided, making a sound like two giant boulders smashing together. Several cracks appeared in the concrete floor beneath Wei Ziqing's feet, but his body remained motionless.

Li Jianguo's impact was forcefully blocked.

At the same time, a golden figure cut in from the side.

Ye Ouyang's claws swept across Li Jianguo's back, leaving a shallow mark on the armor at his waist—still no breach, but that ear-piercing sound of metal grinding forced Li Jianguo to Divided Soul.

"Don't even think about running," Ye Ouyang said, as his other claw followed up.

Wei Ziqing took the front head-on, while Ye Ouyang harassed from the side. Li Jianguo maneuvered between the two; his speed was high and his defense was strong, but for the moment, he could not Breakthrough this pincer attack.

On the other side, the battle between Lin Yuan and Lu Jianchuan continued.

Lin Yuan's movements became increasingly fluid. At first, he could still struggle and try to control his own limbs, but as time passed, the armor's control grew stronger. His attacks began to flow, gaining rhythm, and he started to press Lu Jianchuan back.

"Damn it—I can't control it—" Lin Yuan's voice came from behind the visor, filled with anger and fear.

Lu Jianchuan parried a punch and tried to grab his wrist, but Lin Yuan had already pulled away, and the next punch swung in from the side. He could only continue to block, dodge, and remain dragged into the fight here.

Li Jianguo glanced at the battle over there, and the corner of his mouth seemed to twitch.

"That armor is just like mine, infused with the lifeblood of countless people," he said, parrying Wei Ziqing's spear thrust while dodging Ye Ouyang's claw strike. "You think I'm doing evil? I'm simply doing what must be done."

Ye Ouyang's claws scraped across his armor again, this time with more force and a more piercing sound.

"This twisted love of yours ends here."

His voice came from behind that fluorescent pink visor—not loud, but every word was clear.

"This isn't love. It's nothing more than your own twisted desire for control."

Li Jianguo's movements paused for a moment.

"Treating the sacrifices of others as data and calculating so-called 'long-term interests'—how are you any different from those high-level officials you talk about?"

Ye Ouyang did not stop. His golden claws stabbed in from the side again, forcing Li Jianguo to take half a step back.

"And we will drag those high-level officials out, one by one," he said. "No matter how high they hide, no matter how much power they have—we will catch them and make them pay for what they've done."

Wei Ziqing's spear thrust from the front, forcing Li Jianguo to parry again.

"One by one," Ye Ouyang repeated.

Li Jianguo swung a punch at Ye Ouyang—the golden figure flashed to the side, and the claws grazed across his breastplate without leaving a mark.

Wei Ziqing's Long Spear thrust from the front, the tip piercing the chest of the dark silver armor. Sparks flew, but there was still no breach. He immediately changed his technique, the spear shaft sweeping in a wide arc, striking from both sides, shifting from thrusting to smashing, using the Long Spear like a staff.

Bang bang bang—!

Every strike on Li Jianguo produced a dull, heavy thud. The vibration transmitted through the armor, and Li Jianguo's movements faltered.

"Hmph." He let out a muffled groan; though not injured, the vibration was certainly unpleasant.

He threw a backhand punch at Wei Ziqing, who braced his Long Spear with both hands to withstand it, being knocked back two steps—

"Heads down!"

Shen Mingyuan's voice came from the rear. Wei Ziqing instinctively crouched, and a black-red plasma bullet flew past the top of his head, hitting Li Jianguo square in the chest.

Sizzle—!

That shot produced a burn effect. The dark silver armor's chest area was charred black, the edges glowing slightly red, and the bodies of the Metal Trilobites were twisted and deformed under the high temperature.

Li Jianguo looked down at the wound.

Then he reached up, grabbed the damaged piece of armor, and ripped it away with force—

Crack. He ripped off the palm-sized metal fragment and tossed it onto the ground. Those few trilobites twitched a few times and soon went still.

He grabbed a few new ones from the metal cabinet behind him and slapped them onto his chest. The trilobites quickly crawled into place, covering the gap, and within seconds, the dark silver armor was restored to its original state.

Ye Ouyang's gaze moved past him to the cabinet behind—inside, dozens of trilobites were packed densely, still wriggling.

"No way..." he muttered, "There are still that many in the back?"

Wei Ziqing saw them too, his brow furrowing.

Over there, the battle between Lu Jianchuan and Lin Yuan had reached a fever pitch.

Lin Yuan's attacks grew increasingly frenzied and fast, completely out of control. Lu Jianchuan could only parry and dodge, holding back with every counter-attack, unable to truly strike back.

Boom!

Lu Jianchuan parried his fist once more and used the momentum to kick him back. Lin Yuan slammed into the wall, and before he could crawl back up—

Pshhh—

From the gaps in the red armor, a burst of dark red liquid suddenly sprayed out.

It wasn't blood. It was waste blood, blackened after having its nutrients drained. The armor had been drinking his blood, and now, as if overloaded, it was forcibly discharging a portion.

Lu Jianchuan's pupils constricted.

It couldn't go on like this.

He looked at Lin Yuan, who was also looking at him. Those eyes peered through the red visor—exhausted, angry, but with a lingering trace of clarity.

"Lin Yuan." Lu Jianchuan's voice came from behind the silver-white visor, "It might hurt a lot next. You might even die."

He paused.

"But, there's a high probability I can save you."

Lin Yuan looked at him without hesitation.

"Don't hold back," he said. "Just do it."

Lu Jianchuan nodded.

The silver-white figure burst into action.

The first punch slammed into Lin Yuan's head, snapping it back.

The second kick struck his chest, sending him flying to crash against the wall.

Lu Jianchuan pursued, landing a series of punches—bang bang bang bang—each one slamming into the red armor, causing its surface to deform and crack.

The final punch concentrated all his bio-electric current.

A blinding white light exploded on his fist as it slammed into Lin Yuan's chest!

Electricity surged wildly across the armor's surface, crackling and popping, as the metal structures began to loosen under the dual effects of high temperature and current.

Lu Jianchuan grabbed the cracks in the armor with both hands and exerted force, gritting his teeth—

"Aaaaaah—!"

He literally tore the red armor open from the middle!

Crack—!

The armor split in two, and Lin Yuan tumbled out, falling to the ground covered in blood, his face deathly pale, already unconscious.

Lu Jianchuan panted heavily, looking at his hands and then at Lin Yuan on the ground.

Still alive. Critically injured, but still alive.

"Give Lin Yuan to me!"

Ye Ouyang's voice came from nearby. Lu Jianchuan turned and saw him locked in combat with Li Jianguo, golden claws and dark silver armor constantly clashing.

"Brother Lu, come take over for me!"

Lu Jianchuan didn't hesitate; he scooped up Lin Yuan, ran a few steps to place him in a relatively safe corner, then turned, his silver-white figure charging straight for Li Jianguo.

He stepped in front of Ye Ouyang and met Li Jianguo's fist with his own.

Boom!

Their fists collided, and a shockwave exploded through the basement.

Lu Jianchuan didn't budge. Li Jianguo took a step back.

"Go." Lu Jianchuan didn't look back.

Ye Ouyang streaked past him, his golden figure leaping several times to land beside Lin Yuan. He knelt, raising his golden claws toward Lin Yuan's deepest wounds—

Injecting Gold Weave Cells.