Chapter 1307: Wounded

apital.After many years away, he returned home to find that his once happy family was in ruins. His mother had leukemia, his father was bedridden from the strain, and over the years, they had accumula...Veira and Lampard beside him were filled with confidence. They had witnessed the power of Ye Fan's sword firsthand, even cutting through an alloy gate into four pieces. However, it now posed little threat to Perfect No. 1, which showed how successful their efforts had been this time.

"Alright, you've had your fun. Now it's time for you to taste the perfection of Model 1."

Viera finished speaking, waving his hand grandly, "Kill him!"

Before, the Perfect No. 1 had always been on the defensive. Now receiving the order, it immediately launched an attack against Ye Bufan.

With a stomp of his foot, he shot forward like a cannonball, moving with frightening speed. At the same time, his fist, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, smashed towards the opponent's face.

Ye Bufan was startled. This guy's speed was too fast, wasn't it In a hurry, his mind moved, and he directly used teleportation to dodge.

When his figure first appeared 30 meters away, Unit Perfect 1 materialized right in front of him once again.

Holy crap, this guy's speed is insane, he's practically teleporting.

The most crucial thing is that his teleportation relies on true qi as support. It requires a certain interval between uses, though this time is very short, it always exists.

This guy in front of me is relying entirely on instinct. He doesn't need to breathe or take breaks, and he can use it continuously without limit.

He had no choice but to wield the dragon fang in his hand and charge forward.

Facing the fierce dragon teeth, Perfect No. 1 did not retreat at all. One fist smashed towards the blade, while the other fist slammed into Ye Bufan's chest.

Fist met blade, as before, piercing through its defenses but inflicting little harm, mending itself again in the blink of an eye.

And its fist slammed into Ye Bufan's chest, like a heavy hammer, sending him flying dozens of meters away.

Ye Bufan spat out a mouthful of blood. This was the first time he had been injured since obtaining the inheritance from the Dragon King's Hall.

This guy in front of me is completely reckless, not caring about his own attacks at all. This caught me off guard.

And at this moment, Perfect No. 1 was like a machine running repeatedly, with no intention of stopping. After landing a successful blow, it immediately launched a second attack, appearing before him in the blink of an eye.

Damn it.

Ye Bufan gritted his teeth and directly used his strongest trump card, the Soul-Severing Blade.

Since consuming the Shenyuan Dan refined by Patriarch Ziyanyang, his mental power has become extremely powerful, comparable to that of a cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage.

Besides, with a unique spiritual attack technique like the Soul Severing Blade, it's completely possible to...

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...to ascend to a higher level and slay.

But soon he discovered that this method was utterly useless against Perfect No. 1. The Soul Severing Blade had no effect, and instead, the opponent's speed increased even further.

He only reacted afterwards, realizing that this guy was just a bio-engineered being and didn't have a soul to begin with, let alone any spiritual energy. So the Soul Severing Blade's attack method had no effect on him whatsoever.

It was too late when he realized. Perfect No. 1 arrived in front of him, landing a powerful punch with immense force.

With no other choice, Ye Bufan could only raise his right arm to meet the attack. A cracking sound echoed as the punch brutally shattered his arm into two pieces.

Ye Bufan let out a muffled groan. He had been injured twice in their two exchanges, and he had never suffered such a miserable defeat since his debut.

This guy is incredibly skilled, he's laid everything bare but still can't get the upper hand.

"Surname Ye, you just wait to die!"

Seeing this scene, Vieira was overjoyed and burst into arrogant laughter.

"Run!"

Yè Búfán shouted to Novikov and the others, then his figure dashed away into the distance.

Since we can't win by force, we'll have to find other solutions.

"Want to run It's not that easy, come chase me!"

In order to complete Carlos' plan, Viera naturally wouldn't let Ye Bufan leave so easily. She commanded the Perfect No. 1 to chase after him.

Two figures, one in front of the other, moved with incredible speed, vanishing from sight in the blink of an eye.

Novitski glanced at Feli: "Miss, what shall we do"

"Hurry up and chase after them, see if we can help. Dr. Ye has helped us so much, we can't just stand by and do nothing."

After Fei Li finished speaking, she ignored the others and strode in the direction where Ye Bufan had disappeared.

Others did the same, future forgetting all about golden staffs, and followed suit, running in that direction.

They were just too fast, they couldn't even see the two of them.

Lampard looked at Vieira: "Boss, how much control do we have over Perfect No. 1"

"Rest assured, we cover a 100-kilometer radius. They can't escape the Death Canyon."

Vieira beamed with satisfaction. This time, he had succeeded completely. Now all that remained was to kill Ye Bufan and await Carlos's reward.

Ye Bufan quickly disappeared into a dense forest. His divine sense scanned the surroundings, and he found that no one else followed him. Only Perfect No. 1 stayed close behind.

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what comes after.

He stopped, turned back with a slight smile, and reached out to mend his broken arm.

Perfect No. 1 is just a bio-engineered being with no thoughts of his own, acting entirely on the commands of his chip.

The target was right before his eyes, he hesitated for no moment and rushed forward again.

Ye Bufan's figure flashed and disappeared from his original spot, finally appearing behind Perfect No. 1.

He didn't launch any attacks this time. Instead, he clasped his hands together and directly embraced the opponent at the waist.

Perfect No. 1 was just about to resist, but at that moment, the figures of both people suddenly vanished from their original spot.

At the underground base, Vieira and Lampard sat in front of a large screen. Perfect No. 1's eyes, like two high-definition cameras, captured everything, which was then reflected on the screen through its chips.

Seeing Ye Bufan being caught up, the two felt a surge of excitement, anticipating the scene of his demise.

But then the other party vanished, followed by a flurry of snowflakes on the big screen, and nothing more.

"What's going on Technician, what's wrong"

Vieira shouted in displeasure.

Beside the big screen, a dozen technicians were frantically operating their keyboards, but after half an hour there was still no sign of improvement.

A technician in his fifties, sweating profusely, came over and said: "Boss, I don't know what happened, the signal disappeared, we can't get in touch with Perfect No. 1."

"Out of touch How is that possible"

Vieira slammed his fist on the table, "Didn't you promise me that you would be reachable within a 100-kilometer radius at any time How come you suddenly went off the grid"

The technician awkwardly said, “Theoretically that’s how it should be, but we have no idea what happened.”

Viera roared angrily, "You useless fools! Something's wrong, fix it immediately and make it quick!"

"Yes!"

The technician hummed in response and scurried back to work.

Lampard said with some nervousness, "Boss, do you think something might go wrong"

It shouldn't, Perfect No. 1 has incredibly strong defenses. Even if we lose contact, they wouldn't be able to do anything to it.

Viera's words are addressed to Lampard, but also to himself.

Perfect No. 1 can be said to be the masterpiece of this underground base, costing countless money and supplies.

If successful, his future is limitless. If he fails, Carlos will definitely not let him off the hook.

(The End)aturally understood Guan Chengfang's intentions. He didn't want to be used as a pawn by anyone.To say that the coincidence in time point doesn't count for much is simply not true. The Imperial City of...