Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 403 – Three-Way Battle

The moment Xu Zhen finished speaking, the killing intent in the air reached its peak.

The augmented half-dragon covered in cyan-gray scales bent his legs slightly, ready to unleash a thunderous strike.

Lu Yuan moved. He didn’t draw any weapon, nor did he assume a defensive stance—instead, he slammed his hands together hard in front of his chest.

“Your daddy’s gonna blind you to death!” Lu Yuan roared at the top of his lungs.

Dazzling white light exploded outward from Lu Yuan as the epicenter.

This wasn’t an offensive light-energy beam—it was pure physical blindness caused by compressing Light Element to its absolute limit.

These ten Federation augmented humans had all undergone deep mutation enhancement of their optic nerves to gain powerful night vision and dynamic tracking abilities. At this moment, that high-powered flashbang slammed directly into their faces with devastating effect.

“Ahhh!” Several augmented humans behind Xu Zhen let out a series of shrill screams, stumbling backward while clutching their eyes, blood seeping from the corners.

Lu Yuan didn’t even bother checking the results. The same second the light flared, he reached back, grabbed Chu Chen by the belt, and transformed into a streak of blinding afterimage, racing straight for the underground entrance behind the command post.

“Slow down—I’m gonna throw up.” Chu Chen was tucked under Lu Yuan’s arm, his stomach churning violently.

“Shut it, boss. With you here, I can’t go all out!” Lu Yuan kicked open the heavy steel door of the underground bunker and tossed Chu Chen into the passage without ceremony.

Chu Chen steadied himself on the stairs, dusting off his clothes.

“Come back alive and buy me candy.” Leaving those words behind, Chu Chen descended the stairs without looking back.

A dull thud echoed as the three-meter-thick special alloy door sealed shut.

With Chu Chen no longer a liability, the surface battlefield finally erupted in full force.

As the blinding light faded, Xu Zhen’s eyes were bloodshot, the scales on his face standing on end one by one from sheer fury. He realized his target Chu Chen had vanished, leaving only a group of veterans aiming guns and various weapons at him.

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“Useless trash—kill them all!” Xu Zhen gave the order.

The burly man dragging a tiger tail roared and charged forward, his speed so great that only a blur of yellow and black could be seen.

Chen Mo, who had been training soldiers at the base, stepped forward.

He had originally been a Level 5 strength-type Evolved being, and after receiving Lin Fan’s Holy Water baptism, he had reached the peak of Level 5.

“All soldiers of Western Sichuan, hear my command—heavy firepower cover! Blast these freaks to pieces for me!” Chen Mo raised an alloy war blade and swung it forward.

Hundreds of soldiers opened fire simultaneously.

Gatling guns roared with deafening thunder, and Crystal energy cannons spat out thick beams of energy.

These veterans from the Magic Capital, after regrouping at the Western Sichuan base and receiving Crystal supplies from multiple successful Rift defenses, had reached an average level of 4, with over a dozen Level 5 powerhouses among them.

The dense network of fire wove together into a zone of death.

The tiger-tailed giant continued his relentless charge through the machine gun barrage. Large-caliber armor-piercing rounds slammed into his thick hide, only producing a series of sparks without even scratching his skin.

This was the insurmountable chasm between Level 6 and Levels 4–5.

The giant charged into the crowd, whipping his massive tail. Two Level 4 veterans, along with the sandbag fortifications in front of them, were instantly pulverized. The sound of snapping bones and torn tendons remained clearly audible even amid the gunfire.

A one-sided massacre was about to unfold.

But at that moment, the air raid sirens in the east reached their highest decibel. Wang Shan’s Puppet Legion had arrived.

Thousands of Mutant Soldiers with pale, vacant eyes surged toward the training ground like a tidal wave. Their faces were utterly expressionless, their movements mechanical, yet the Special Abilities within their bodies operated with flawless precision.

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Over a hundred head-sized fireballs, interwoven razor-sharp wind blades, and arm-thick bolts of lightning poured out from the Mutant Soldiers’ formation, blanketing the entire gate area indiscriminately.

The augmented humans, who had been preparing to slaughter the veterans, were caught completely off guard and slammed directly by the dense barrage of abilities.

The augmented woman with animal ears was struck by a bolt of lightning, half of her body’s fur scorched black, emitting a foul stench of burning flesh.

“That old dog Wang Shan! He just had to pick this moment to stir up trouble!!” the animal-eared woman shrieked, scrambling and rolling to dodge a fireball.

The Dragon horns atop Xu Zhen’s head glowed with a dim gray halo as he projected a semicircular energy barrier, shattering several earth spikes that came at him.

He stared at the battlefield that had devolved into chaos around him, his face turning ashen.

Wang Shan’s intentions were crystal clear—whether it was Chu Chen’s people or the augmented humans of the diehard faction, everyone inside this base was a target for elimination.

The three-way melee had officially begun.

Chen Mo watched this theatrical turn of events and immediately blew his tactical whistle. “Everyone, fall back! Set up crossfire along the second defense line! Let those two sides tear each other apart first!”

The veterans moved with practiced discipline, rapidly covering each other’s retreat into the sturdy defensive fortifications.

Seizing the opening created by the augmented humans being pinned down by the Puppet Legion, they set up crystal energy cannons and took potshots, barely managing to stabilize the crumbling situation.

Suddenly, a shower of golden light rained down from midair. A straight beam of light descended from the sky, slamming hard into the area where Xu Zhen stood.

Lu Yuan, clad in radiant light armor, descended from above.

“Grandson, your grandpa is back!” Lu Yuan shouted midair, launching a light-energy flying kick.

Xu Zhen raised his arm covered in cyan scales to block. The Light-type energy collided with the cyan scales, erupting in a massive burst of radiance.

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The concrete beneath Xu Zhen’s feet cracked inch by inch, yet he withstood the blow. His peak Level Six physical strength was on full display.

“Fast, but your power is lacking.” Xu Zhen reached out to grab Lu Yuan’s ankle, bone spikes half a foot long shooting from his fingertips.

Lu Yuan had no intention of trading blows head-on. The moment before he was caught, his body dissolved into specks of light and recondensed three meters away.

This was the absolute speed advantage unique to Light-type abilities.

“Can’t hit me, can you? Mad about it?” Lu Yuan taunted, then waved both hands, sending over a dozen Light Blades in a fan-shaped arc toward Xu Zhen’s neck.

Xu Zhen flew into a rage, smashing through the Light Blades with his fists and charging forward through the blinding glare.

But with every step he advanced, Lu Yuan used his Light-type Ability to Teleport away, casually dropping a few high-intensity flash grenades in Xu Zhen’s blind spots.

“Stand still and fight if you dare!” Xu Zhen’s vision went dark from the blinding flashes, his peak Level Six berserk power having no outlet.

“Only an idiot stands still and lets you hit him.” Lu Yuan kept kiting Xu Zhen relentlessly while shouting to Chen Mo in the fortifications, “Old Chen! Pull the brothers back to Fortress Two! Forget these mongrels—dump all our firepower on Wang Shan’s Puppet Warriors!”

Chen Mo, mid-battle with his saber in hand, shouted back, “Got it! Second Company, shift the fire net thirty degrees left and break those puppets’ legs!”

The veterans of the Demon Capital quickly adjusted their tactics.

They completely abandoned their assault on the ten augmented humans, redirecting all their gunfire toward the frenzied Mutant Soldiers tearing into their ranks.

Armor-piercing rounds shredded flesh, and high-explosive grenades sent limbs flying through the crowd.

The mindless Puppet Legion followed their most basic attack protocols—strike back ferociously at anything that attacked them.

Thousands of Mutant Soldiers abruptly changed their charge trajectory, colliding head-on with the augmented human squad blocking their path.

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Special Abilities of every element rained down from above.

The burly man with the tiger tail had just torn apart two puppets when over a dozen earth spikes pierced through his calves.

He roared in agony, swatting apart clumps of dirt with his claws, only to be drowned in a barrage of fireballs and water arrows.

“Captain, there are too many of these puppets—we can’t kill them all!” the fox-eared woman shouted at Xu Zhen, dodging desperately through the dense assault.

Xu Zhen punched three puppets flying in a single blow, then caught a glimpse of Lu Yuan circling the perimeter and picking off targets with cheap shots. Rage surged straight to the top of his skull.

A Light-type Ability user in this kind of melee was like a slippery eel.

Underground command center.

Chu Chen sat before the monitoring console, chewing on a chocolate bar.

Muffled explosions rumbled overhead from time to time, sending dust sifting down from the ceiling onto his shoulders.

He couldn’t even be bothered to brush it off. He reached into a drawer and pulled out a palm-sized silver metal device.

It was a spatial communicator, designed specifically to transmit brief messages through the Spatial Barrier. The other end of the communicator was in Zhou Ming’s hands.

The signal indicator on the screen glowed a faint yellow, meaning the Rift had not yet opened.

Chu Chen glanced at the countdown on the screen—one day remained until the Rift opened.

He pressed the communicator.

“Zhou Ming, tell Lei Li. Western Sichuan is in danger!”