Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 410 – Level 2 Domain Mastery?

Lin Fan crossed her arms over her chest, supporting a pair of heavy burdens.

The downside of not liking to wear a bra was that things tended to bounce around uncontrollably.

Especially during battle, the swaying was downright uncomfortable.

She would have to carefully pick out some more suitable styles in the future.

“Hmm… that low-cut white lace set I wore with the skirt before wasn’t bad.”

There was no time to dwell on it now. She studied the reborn Chu Chen with keen interest, her slender fingers unconsciously twirling a strand of loose white hair.

“You want to take him on?”

Lin Fan’s voice was soft and pleasant, carrying a hint of amusement as if she were watching a show.

“He’s at the peak of Level Six, even if he’s barely hanging on by a thread right now.”

“Are you sure you want to test that little frame of yours against him?”

Chu Chen didn’t look up. He pulled another soft candy from his pocket, slowly tore open the wrapper, and popped it into his mouth.

“That injection packed quite a punch—it blasted through the last few locks for me.”

Chu Chen chewed on the candy, his voice clearer than usual, no longer muffled.

“The process was a bit rough, but the calculations in my head tell me I can handle him.”

“Leave him to me.”

Lin Fan raised an eyebrow and shrugged, then waved her hand at the thousands of vengeful soldiers below who were still teetering on the edge of madness.

“Fall back.”

The command wasn’t loud, but it carried an invisible, almost magical force.

The soldiers who looked ready to tear Guangtou Qiang apart limb from limb jolted violently, the bloodlust in their eyes not yet fully faded.

But faced with the goddess who had granted them “new life,” no one dared to disobey.

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The tide of people receded like water, silently pulling back twenty meters, leaving a massive circular clearing in the center of the battlefield.

Guangtou Qiang was indeed tough to kill. After being used as a punching bag by thousands of people, he was still barely standing.

He laboriously raised his head—a mess beyond recognition—and stared with murky eyes at Chu Chen, who was strolling toward him.

“Huff… hah… you… piece of trash…”

Guangtou Qiang’s throat made a sound like a broken bellows, each word spraying out a mouthful of bloody foam.

“You actually… dare to go one-on-one with me… tired of living?”

Chu Chen stopped about ten meters away from him, hands in his pockets. The dark circles that perpetually hung under his eyes were now startlingly bright.

“Strictly speaking, I should thank you.”

Chu Chen looked at him, his tone as calm as if discussing the weather.

“Without that injection of yours, I might never have found my true self again.”

“As repayment, I’ll give you a chance.”

Guangtou Qiang was stunned for a moment, then burst into manic laughter, as if he’d just heard the funniest joke in the world.

He laughed so hard that the wounds on his body kept splitting open, blood streaming everywhere.

“A chance? You’re giving me a chance?”

“You little bastard, I could crush you with one hand. What makes you think you can talk to me about chances?”

Chu Chen remained calm.

“As long as you can defeat me, I’ll let you go.”

“As for Lei Li—I’ll take responsibility for the consequences.”

The moment those words left his mouth, the entire crowd erupted.

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The originally grim atmosphere was shattered by a wave of unrestrained murmurs.

“Is Commander Chu out of his mind? Even if that bald bastard is half-dead, he’s still not someone Chu Chen can touch!”

“It’s over, it’s over. That potion must have fried his brain! Captain Lu, you need to talk some sense into him!”

Lu Yuan stood not far below Lin Fan, his face flushed red, veins bulging on his neck.

He roared at the top of his lungs.

“Chu Chen! There’s a limit to how much you can show off!”

“I, at the mid-stage of the sixth rank, couldn’t even gain an advantage up there. With that scrawny frame of yours, if you’re looking to die, this isn’t the way to do it!”

Lin Fan, standing to the side, said nothing. She simply quietly sensed the aura radiating from Chu Chen.

Strange.

Very strange.

In her perception, Chu Chen’s Spirit Energy fluctuations were pitifully weak—at most only around the second rank.

But under her Mental Strength scan, everything around Chu Chen had become… off.

It felt like countless perfect mathematical formulas had manifested into the real world.

Every trace of air current, every speck of dust suspended in the air, even the angles at which light refracted.

All of it seemed to be orchestrated around him with terrifying precision, forming an absolutely harmonious Domain.

And Chu Chen was the core of that Domain.

Mastering a Domain at the second rank?

Not even ghosts would believe that.

Guangtou Qiang’s eyes blazed with a beast-like ferocity—the madness of a drowning man grasping at the last straw.

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“You’re serious? That female demon… she’ll really listen to you?”

He stared intently at Lin Fan, afraid of missing even the slightest expression on her face.

Lin Fan was intrigued as well. She wanted to see just what secrets this “unsealed” Chu Chen was hiding.

She responded coolly.

“If you can defeat him, then today, no one will stop you from leaving.”

“Fine! You brought this on yourselves!”

Guangtou Qiang let out a roar that barely sounded human. His power, which had already been depleted, was squeezed out once more from the very marrow of his bones!

His body was still broken, but the foundation of a sixth-rank expert allowed him to instantly erupt with a pressure that made one’s heart tremble.

His palm slammed against the cracked ground, and his entire body launched upward like a shell from a cannon, tearing through the air, heading straight for Chu Chen’s throat!

“Die!”

Chu Chen simply stood there, not even moving his feet.

But in his eyes, the world before him had completely transformed.

Gone was the bloody battlefield. Gone was the ferocious enemy.

In their place was a dense, overwhelming stream of semi-transparent data covering his entire field of vision.

Guangtou Qiang’s lunge was broken down into tens of thousands of different force points, motion trajectories, and probability branches.

[Target approach velocity: 87.4 m/s]

[Environmental wind resistance: 3.2 Newtons]

[Third left rib of target fractured, causing torso balance deviation: -0.8 degrees]

[Cardiopulmonary damage, irregular heart rate, muscle tremor frequency: 12 Hz]

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[Estimated 0.34 seconds until claws reach predicted position. Error rate: 0.001%]

A torrent of countless data washed through his mind in a single microsecond, completing the final modeling.

“Calculation complete.”

Chu Chen murmured.

Under the horrified gazes of everyone present, he leisurely reached into his chest pocket and pulled out a completely ordinary Federation-issued pistol.

“Hahaha! A gun?”

“This piece of junk isn’t even worth dodging!”

Guangtou Qiang had already closed in, his palm less than three meters from Chu Chen’s neck.

At this distance, at this speed, everyone believed Chu Chen was as good as dead.

Chu Chen ignored the man’s wild laughter. His world contained nothing but flashing streams of data.

“Firearm model: Glock 17.”

“Barrel shows 3.5% wear from prolonged use. Trajectory will deviate 0.1 millimeters to the lower right.”

“Due to the atmospheric pressure of the Western Sichuan Plateau, the muzzle velocity of the bullet decreases by 15 meters per second upon leaving the barrel.”

“And you, in order to avoid the searing pain of the cardiopulmonary wound, will unconsciously tilt your upper body 0.5 degrees to the right upon impact.”

All analysis was completed within a ten-thousandth of a second.

Chu Chen pulled the trigger.

His muzzle was aimed not at Guangtou Qiang’s head or heart, but at a position that seemed entirely incapable of inflicting a fatal wound.

“Right here.”

“Bang!”