I'm Really Going to Become an Immortal
Chapter 547 - 332 You and Your Shelter are Equally Ridiculous

Chapter 547: Chapter 332 You and Your Shelter are Equally Ridiculous

The intense heat that erupted from the floor, the napalm that spurted out from the ceiling, the lasers that the lights overhead emitted, the sonic vibrations radiating from the walls, and the chemicals released from various pieces of furniture around...

When all these converged,

it essentially meant certain death for all carbon-based life on Earth.

The combination of extreme heat and napalm caused the flames to cling like a malignant tumor.

For napalm was primarily made of gasoline mixed with a chemical thickener that made it viscous. This mixture could stick to surfaces, keep burning once ignited, and made it difficult for the victim to escape the flames.

Such an inhumane weapon had been discontinued and banned by many countries in modern warfare, with a general international outcry against the use of these dreadful weapons.

But at this moment, there were no such restrictions.

Combined with the intense thermal effect brought by lasers,

it resulted in a triple strike of extreme heat.

The carbon-based life on Earth, consisting of large molecules with carbon skeletons, and organic biological matter that can burn under the right conditions, all fear high heat.

Experts only wished such intense flames would still affect carbon-based life. They hoped that Chen Yun was still classified under carbon-based life forms.

In addition to sonic and chemical substances.

These were supplementary measures in case the high heat proved ineffective.

Both tactics aimed to attack internally within a living organism.

This specially prepared sonic method was enough to cause any creature’s internal organs to shatter within seconds.

Chemical substances, meanwhile, were meticulously tailored toxins specifically against the human species.

At this moment, all these methods were activated inside this specially designed strong, handleless room.

Outside the room, numerous missiles were ready to create an art of explosion.

No single target in the world had ever faced such treatment, after all, this was no longer merely an attack on an individual’s life.

If you said there was a superhuman or Godzilla locked inside, it wouldn’t be surprising.

More exaggerated still.

One fact had to be clear.

Under such special methods, there was a high probability that not even the Motherland People would survive.

Even the movie version of Superman, if he didn’t have a "biological position", would definitely fall here.

However,

All these powerful targeted attacks were of no use to Chen Yun.

Standing here, feeling numerous attacks washing over him, felt just like a breeze brushing past.

In this seemingly insurmountable assault, Chen Yun seemed detached.

He was unaffected by the chemical substances permeating the air, nor did the sonic vibrations make him uncomfortable. His skin didn’t char from the heat, his clothes remained intact, as if the flames capable of reducing everything to ashes were merely a gentle breeze flowing past him.

The napalm bombs from the ceiling lost their stickiness when they came within a certain distance around Chen Yun. They encountered an invisible barrier, failing to adhere or ignite.

Laser beams bent and refracted mere centimeters from his face, deviating from their intended target.

As for the attacks using sonic waves to disrupt internal organs, where Chen Yun stood, it seemed as though they met some invisible soundproof wall, with their energy completely blocked out.

The chemical substances in the room, be it nerve agents or asphyxiating gases, were repelled by an unseen force outside the area around Chen Yun.

He stood there, as though in a perfect vacuum, although the outside world was undergoing a catastrophic ordeal, yet he himself stood like an island resilient in the eye of the storm.

In fact,

He could have weathered these attacks without issue.

But he preferred not to damage his clothes or get dirty, hence using Spiritual Position seemed more elegant.

As the external assault reached its peak, the missiles outside the room initiated their final program, ready for the final strike.

However, at that moment,

Chen Yun slightly lifted his head, as if sensing something.

As a glint sparkled in his eyes, the room suddenly returned to calm, all attacks abruptly ceased, as if time had frozen at that moment.

The missiles flying from outside also abruptly stopped in the air, then shattered into pieces.

Observers from outside could only see through monitoring equipment that the missiles, which were meant to cause massive explosions, suddenly disintegrated in the air into countless fragments scattering around.

Chen Yun remained standing there, as if none of it had ever happened.

His existence seemed like a challenge to science and natural laws, making everyone who witnessed this scene begin to doubt their own understanding.

...

As a devoted subordinate of a certain former capital mogul, who now lay old and bedridden,

Mills Mel was unwilling to believe what was happening.

He had set up Corey Mars, the so-called Commander, as bait, allowing many attacks that could not reach Chen Yun to burst forth upon him.

But the result...

Seemed less than ideal.

While listening to the analysis of his think tank, he also felt that although Chen Yun was powerful, he should still be manageable.

But now he realized.

The results were completely different from what he had anticipated.

Was the intensity of this adversary excessively off the charts?

What kind of superior matching mechanism was this?