I'm Really Going to Become an Immortal
Chapter 344 - 237 What Elite? I’m Beating the Elite!_3

Chapter 344: Chapter 237 What Elite? I’m Beating the Elite!_3

Although his subordinates were all gang members lurking in the grey domain of Apali City, under Chen Yun’s perception, they seemed to have a bit of an elite vibe.

They didn’t look easy to mess with.

Clearly, the Iron Fist Gang, perhaps not the strongest in terms of power distribution and profit-making capabilities, was definitely the most combat-capable force in the underground domain of Apali City.

However...

Chen Yun remained entirely unfazed.

Elites?

He fought elites all the time!

A faint smile curled up at the corner of Chen Yun’s mouth, showing not the slightest hint of fear.

In his view, no matter how well-trained the troops were or how well-equipped the gangs were, they could not compare to his superhuman strength and speed.

Furthermore, he also possessed various superpowers such as telekinesis and thermal sight, making the outcome of this contest a foregone conclusion.

He gently adjusted his breathing, as if his muscles contained an endless supply of energy, ready to be unleashed at any moment.

Chen Yun had no intention of opting for stealth but chose the most direct and shocking approach—breaking straight through the front.

Although he could instantly kill all of them with telekinesis...

This method was just too boring.

He had traveled all this way not just to use telekinesis to kill a bunch of people.

Right now, he was itching for action.

Thinking this, his figure flickered.

Like a gust of wind, he instantly crossed the outer security perimeter of the warehouse.

As Chen Yun moved forward, it seemed as if the air itself trembled.

The seemingly professional sentries, in his presence, were as fragile as paper and fell without even the chance to react.

Some things couldn’t be resolved with mere numbers and tactics.

When Chen Yun’s figure appeared at the warehouse entrance, the interior fell into complete silence.

The members of the Iron Fist Gang, who were in discussion, widened their eyes in terror.

They heard only a few loud bangs from outside.

Then all the sentries went silent.

In less than two seconds, Chen Yun, clean and unruffled, appeared at the door at his leisure.

This left everyone unable to react, clueless about what had just happened.

Only Black Shark Marcos came to his senses within seconds.

He tried to organize a counterattack.

But before his orders could be issued, Chen Yun had already made his move.

Chen Yun did not use any weapons, relying solely on his unbreakable palms and moving at a speed beyond imagination among the crowd.

Every swing came with a sound of wind and thunder, turning each muscular gang member into a blooming flower of flesh and blood, exploding in the air with wanton abandon.

In an instant, the tedious process of dismembering and turning into a pulp was completed.

The once high-and-mighty gangsters, under this unmatched might, were as fragile as strawmen and easily robbed of their vitality.

Blood and flesh splattered like a brutal rain of red, dyeing the ground around them a horrifying crimson.

The scene immediately became more terrifying than any horror movie.

In this tapestry woven by violence...

Even the bloodthirstiest of beasts would feel fear and keep a respectful distance.

The air was thick with the scent of rust and the end of life, each breath as if it devoured the taste of death.

Chen Yun’s figure shuttled through the bloodshed, his speed so fast he left only afterimages, his eyes as cold and emotionless as chilling stars, as if even the demons deep in hell would shudder before him.

The people in the warehouse hardly had time to scream in agony.

Because Chen Yun was too fast.

So fast that the next victims barely had time to widen their eyes in horror and disbelief before it was their turn.

Just a few seconds passed.

And everything was almost over.

By the time the fine rain of blood and flesh had settled, the chaos within the warehouse had returned to silence.

All that was left was a mess and stickiness on the ground.

Chen Yun, however, seemed leisurely and untroubled as he walked through.

Even his clothes remained immaculately clean thanks to his telekinesis, without a single drop of blood.

The whole process was like a refreshing breeze sweeping away fallen leaves.

It was in the crisp and clear process that an overwhelming advantage and one-sided outcome were reflected.

Everything unfolded without any suspense.

And to Chen Yun, that came as no surprise.

If there had been any suspense, that would have been strange.

After all, he was now barely a master of the six-sided explosive wall, capable of making governments powerless if he just avoided strategic weapon attacks by hiding in a big city.

To deal with just a gang...

Naturally, it was a piece of cake.

The whole process wasn’t even worth detailing in more than a Chapter, for such matters were as simple as eating and drinking to Chen Yun.

With these thoughts, Chen Yun picked up the mobile phone from Black Shark Marcos’s mangled corpse and dialed Abba Lerner’s number directly.

On the other end of the line, Abba Lerner, due to absolute confidence in Chen Yun, opened the conversation with a tone that seemed to already know everything,

"My lord! Your orders, please!"

Even if the Black Shark Marcos’s Iron Fist Gang would take Abba Lerner a long time to deal with, requiring a series of targeted measures,

the fervently devoted man believed that this would not be much harder for his lord than dusting off a little grime.

Therefore, the caller must be the omnipotent lord in his eyes!

Not the inevitably dead Black Shark Marcos.

And the result was exactly that!

However, Chen Yun was indifferent to Abba Lerner’s eager tone,

just casually saying, "Warehouse in the north of the city, come clean up."

After that, he hung up the phone directly.

Looking at the two hours planned in the agenda, less than half an hour had passed.

The gang members, hardly an army, had relatively few rifles, and even fewer cannons.

Resolving it so easily was actually expected.

Even if he went on to wipe out the main remnants of the Iron Fist Gang, it probably wouldn’t take up the rest of the two hours planned.

Most of that time was actually spent on the road.

It really was a case of traveling taking much longer than the fight itself.

Two hours of foreplay for two minutes of action?

Chen Yun silently mocked the thought.

But then, he began to ponder.