Chapter 43: An Assassination! (Extra chapter for the Alliance Leader—Promises Kept.)

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Just as the terrifying power was about to erupt, suddenly, with a crisp 'crack,' Lin Chu-yin felt a violent impact strike her back. Before she could react—

Boom!

A burst of flame suddenly ignited on her body.

“What???”

Lin Chu-yin was momentarily stunned.

A sniper rifle?!

Someone had sniped her?!

Her face changed abruptly. And it wasn’t just her—everyone’s expressions froze for an instant, then changed dramatically!

“Blazing Fire!”

“A gunfighter is sniping the Deputy Commander!”

From afar, a large group from the Celestial Palace saw the sudden flames blazing on Lin Chu-yin’s body. It was the unmistakable ‘Blazing Fire’ technique from Gunfighting Arts—impossible to mistake!

“Who is it?!”

Fury surged through Lin Chu-yin as genetic energy roared within her. Under the surge of white genetic power, the flames were extinguished in a blink.

Iron-rank?

Sensing the genetic energy within the ‘Blazing Fire,’ Lin Chu-yin instantly understood. She was a Gold-rank existence; the attack of an Iron-rank was negligible, only making her feel heat and a bit of pain—nowhere near enough to harm her!

But she was utterly enraged. She was in the midst of hunting a Golden Direbird!

Who would dare launch a sneak attack at a time like this?

Yet she dared not turn around. With ammunition depleted, she was the only one who could suppress the direbird, and the finishing move she had prepared could not be triggered lightly.

Just then—

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“Who’s there?!”

“Damn it, we’re under attack!”

“Enemy attack! Enemy attack!!”

“How bold!!”

“Ah!!...”

Suddenly, a series of startled cries arose from the rear, followed by screams of agony. The air was instantly thick with the scent of blood.

An attack?!

Lin Chu-yin’s face shifted dramatically. Before she could fully react, Luo Yu’s voice rang out, “Who are you, daring to strike at the Celestial Palace?!”

No longer locked in combat with the direbird, Luo Yu leapt straight out of the fray, charging toward the rear to engage the attackers.

Chaos erupted across the battlefield. The gunfire paused for a heartbeat, then resumed—this time not at the Golden Direbird, but toward the rear.

For from behind the Celestial Palace’s ranks, a group of evolutionaries clad in snowfield ghillie suits was advancing to the attack.

They were all close-combat specialists—Heavy Blades, Berserker Blades, Fist Fighters—each incredibly strong. Though their number was only a few dozen, every one of them was at least Silver-rank!

At the instant the Celestial Palace fighters turned, these attackers surged from hundreds of meters away. The Berserker Blades arrived first, their speed so great that the distance was covered in seconds. Long blades flashed through the air, the momentum terrifying. In the blink of an eye, many Celestial Palace members—already severely wounded in the last great battle and thus relegated to the periphery—were cut down.

Blood splattered across the pristine snow, shocking to behold.

The Fist Fighters followed. Though not as swift as the Berserkers, they were nimble, arriving at the battlefield mere seconds after. Each wore special gauntlets; with a surge of genetic energy, a single punch sent foes flying, bones shattering, blood spurting—bodies tossed like broken dolls, left incapacitated or even slain outright.

Their punches were devastating. For any evolutionaries below Bronze-rank, a single direct hit could shatter their organs—if not killed instantly, they were rendered incapable of fighting on.

Finally, the Heavy Blades arrived. Though the slowest, the damage they wrought was immense—hulking giants charging like tanks, swinging terrifying blades nearly two meters long. Each strike, if not fatal, left bones broken wherever it landed.

The attackers’ sudden charge left the Celestial Palace totally unprepared, suffering heavy casualties in the first moments.

But the Celestial Palace was not easily cowed. After the initial panic, elite squads rushed to engage. All Silver-rank, they clashed fiercely with the invaders.

The battlefield descended into utter chaos.

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Especially as the squad armed with heavy machine guns reacted, abandoning their assault on the Golden Direbird to train their barrels on the attackers. At such close range, a sweeping burst from those guns meant that, apart from Gold-rank evolutionaries, even Silver-ranks had to tread carefully.

Unfortunately, the situation did not stabilize.

For among the attackers, there were clearly Gold-rank powers!

A figure barreled into the crowd like a tiger among sheep—a Fist Fighter. His terrifying strength felled even elite squad members, sending them flying with ruptured bones, blood spraying from their mouths, rendered helpless.

Fortunately, Luo Yu reacted immediately. With a furious roar, she charged to meet him. Both were Fist Fighters, their blows clashing with explosive force, each punch creating shockwaves that rippled outwards. Their speed was extraordinary, surpassing even ordinary Silver-rank Berserker Blades.

No one could interfere in their duel.

But after a few exchanges, Luo Yu’s face turned pale—she had battled the Golden Direbird for hours already, her genetic energy nearly exhausted. The attacking Fist Fighter, by contrast, was fresh and unspent, making him a formidable opponent.

Thankfully, Luo Yu had mastered the rare and powerful ‘Thunderquake Fist’—a Gene Martial Art whose genetic seed could convert her genetic energy into lightning power, giving her a mighty advantage!

She also recognized her opponent’s Gene Martial Art: ‘Divine Force Fist.’ This rare technique enhanced the power of one’s punches, making it formidable on the First-Star Battlefield—but in sheer might, it could not match the Thunderquake Fist.

With the Thunderquake Fist’s thunderous energy, Luo Yu’s opponent was also feeling the strain, allowing her to barely hold on.

But she could not last long.

“Chu-yin, abandon the direbird! Deal with the enemy first!” Luo Yu shouted.

But there was no need—Lin Chu-yin had already retreated decisively.

Now that true enemies had appeared, killing the Golden Direbird was out of the question.

Her eyes blazed with fury as she turned to face the onrushing attackers, her silver teeth clenched in rage. “Who are you?!”

The invaders, however, were ruthless and silent, their faces masked in white, revealing nothing. They had come to kill, not to parley, driving Lin Chu-yin to the brink of rage.

Abandoning the Golden Direbird, she plunged into the melee, her massive blade sweeping out in a terrifying arc.