Sky-cracking Rider

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To avoid being turned into a mashed mess by the cockpit of a Crystal Jet, first and foremost, you need a strong physique, making Battle Qi the obvious choice.

Today's Sky Knights who pilot Crystal Jets are mostly War Professionals who have mastered Battle Qi, starting at the Fourth Rank of Human Order.

Although there are special abilities that can strengthen the body and reach a very high level of enhancement, the cases of heaven-given talent are few and far between. The instances of supernatural power users becoming Sky Knights are rare, almost all being originally pilots who underwent an Awakening of relevant abilities later on, akin to opening the two main channels of chi flow, instantly paving their way to become Sky Knights.

However, after an Awakening of a special ability, its potential for future growth comes to an end.

Not a single spellcaster has ever become a Sky Knight.

Shen Songling's insincere words of comfort were clearly picked up by Chen Fei, but he did not bother to explain.

Because explanations were pointless.

After all, a mere commoner daring to tinker with a National Treasure Artifact was simply courting death. It was only his colleagues at Jiu Defense Company who turned a blind eye to Chen Fei's actions, having grown accustomed to his frequent crashes.

The control tower at Aircrew Base 911 received at least three crash reports daily. What else could they possibly do?

The printed parts were packed and sealed in boxes, most of them semi-finished and in need of metal components to be considered complete. They were temporarily stored in the warehouse of the Northern Weapons Industry Group.

Chen Fei handed Xiao Jiu over to Shen Fei, and Little Bird would store these boxes in her Leg-ring Storage Magical Device.

With Teacher Shen handling things, Chen Xiao'er could rest easy.

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Leaving the territory of the Northern Weapons Industry Group and returning to the slum-like dormitory area, he saw a swarm of people gathered around, with noisy voices spreading through the air.

"CNMLG! You've got some nerve! I'm gonna f*cking kill you all today!"

Judging by the voice, huh, it was actually "Devil Pepper" Irinei Rusios's voice. Such uncouth language from a lady, who was she planning to f*ck up?

Forget it, it's just the typical behavior of Deputy Squadron Leader. Once she gets riled up, even Big Bear would retreat three feet away.

No idea who offended this short-haired Latin girl.

Making his way through the crowd with "excuse me, excuse me," Chen Fei squeezed into the circle of onlookers and got to the inner circle, just in time to see people from Jiu Defense facing off against a group of strangers.

Many among the spectators were egging them on, shouting for the two sides to start fighting already.

In the middle of the other group was someone who seemed to be "Sauerkraut" Tempun Schneider's roommate, a passerby.

If he wasn't mistaken, the trouble must have been stirred up by this guy reeking of curry.

With Boss Hana absent from the scene, if she'd been there, none of this would be happening; the other side would have already been lying flat.

Chen Fei naturally sided with his own people from Jiu Defense, approaching Big Brother Xiao, the chief mechanic, and whispered, "Team leader, what's going on?"

"The guy sharing a room with 'Sauerkraut' wanted to take something for free, got rejected, and brought people over, trying to forcibly take it."

Xiao Ming briefly explained the situation with a few words.

That was the situation, with no more reason to it.

The folks from Jiu Defense wouldn't bully others if they could help it, so they certainly wouldn't let themselves be bullied.

"Got it!"

Chen Fei nodded, ready to start a brawl right then and there, when he saw Squadron Leader Chekhov already can't wait to charge ahead with eager cries.

"Fight!"

Big Brother Xiao didn't plan on staying out of it either. Since Big Bear was so eager to lead the charge, he carried his huge fists and followed into the fray.

Chen Fei shook his head and began to pick up speed, counting one, two, three, then launched a kick that went straight for the jugular. The opponent, clutching his belly, was sent flying into the crowd of onlookers, knocking over four or five people, causing total disarray.

A brawl erupted on the spot, with the situation quickly becoming chaotic.

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In the business of military contracting, if there was a chance to throw a punch, they definitely wouldn't waste time talking.
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A towering guy with a buzz cut came at Chen Fei with a roar and attempted to land a Cannon Fist.

Chen Fei didn't even think of dodging, instead, he took a solid hit to the forehead with a clank.

But the other guy screamed in pain, his face distorted and his fist slightly deformed, showing at least a fracture.

Chen Fei grabbed the towering guy, dragged him by the collar, spun 180 degrees, let go, and away you go...

Want to watch the excitement?

Watch my fist, punk!

The man sent flying horizontally knocked down another swath of people.

Screams, cries of pain, curses, and a mix of jeers and laughter filled the area.

One group was fighting fiercely, the other burning with rage, like a flame igniting a pile of dry hay. Many heated heads jumped into the fray without a second thought.

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It wasn't just between Jiu Defense Company's people and their opponents; spectators enjoying the spectacle also started throwing punches.

Chen Xiao'er, with a belly full of tricks, believed in strength in numbers. What fun was there to be had alone when you could drag everyone into the fray and dodge the blame if someone started asking questions...

"Stop, stop!"

The sound of whistles blared as a group of uniformed individuals equipped with shields and batons charged in, indiscriminately swinging their rubber-wrapped clubs while dragging people away.

In no time, the overzealous crowd calmed down, as the uniformed officers striking hard and fast made many cry out in pain from their beatings.

In the chaos, Chen Fei seized the opportunity to grab the curry-scented instigator, delivering two symmetrical Eye-Sealing Fists and then giving him a flurry of slaps until his teeth flew out. Only then did he slip away to the side, hands in his pockets, smiling innocently and playing the harmless Baby.

He truly was an innocent Baby, never the type to provoke trouble.

Of course, if anyone sought a beating, well, that's another story— after all... helping others is a joy, no need for pleasantries!

The curry man turned panda, barely clinging to life: I thank you, ouch!

Amidst the uniformed officers maintaining order, one particularly exasperated leader yanked at his throat and yelled, "Who was it, who threw the first punch?"

Swish!

The initial aggressors on both sides unhesitatingly pointed fingers at each other in unison, as smoothly as if they'd rehearsed it a thousand times over.

Squadron Leader Chekhov, his face a map of scars, didn't hesitate to loudly claim, "It was them, they started it!"

Even the normally silent and laconic mechanic head joined in without a flicker of hesitation, certain that it wasn't Jiu Defense's side who started the trouble, thus speaking with full confidence.

Both sides were old hands at Jianghu tactics; shifting the blame during a brawl came naturally.

If someone were truly honest, they'd carry that disadvantage to their grave.

The onlookers and brawlers alike pointed fingers randomly, perhaps some were innocently involved, but certainly, some had it coming.

"All of you from both groups, come with us," the leader of the uniformed officers said angrily, waving his hand and pointing at both groups who had started the fight.

If left unchecked, another fight could break out at any moment, growing in scale and potentially engulfing the whole residential area. Then what would become of the "Abyss Coliseum"?

Regardless of what happens to those troublemakers, he, responsible for local security, was certainly not going to come out of this looking good.

Jiu Defense's folks tidied up the scene a bit and then followed the uniformed officers away.

Without the involved parties, the crowd soon dissipated, and a few individuals still caught up in the excitement were dragged off, arm-twisted—these officers were not known for their patience or gentleness.

Chen Fei suddenly sensed something and looked into the dispersing crowd.

A shiny bald head glinted in the sunlight before disappearing.

A bald guy?!

Chen Fei didn't know many bald people, and the most recent one he interacted with was a serious monk.

With his visual skills, even a brief glance was enough; he couldn't have been mistaken.

He muttered to himself, wondering what Miyoshi Xuesen was doing here?

Yet he saw none of the others—Tuert, Masuya, Andrew—none of them were present.

Since being relieved by the Blue Star Global United Defense Committee from conscription duty, Chen Fei had been clueless about the Huntsman Squad's missions, and he had no idea why they would show up at the scene of the "Abyss Coliseum".

Unless a core member of the "Water Bear" or "Sacred Advent" organizations was here.

Chen Fei quickly discarded this thought from his mind and stopped dwelling on it.

One should not concern oneself with matters outside one's appointed role.

No longer part of the Huntsman Squad, whether "Water Bear" or "Sacred Advent" members were around was none of his business.

Shortly after being escorted to the Public Security Management Center by the officers, Boss Hana from Jiu Defense arrived, along with the superiors of the opposing side, each arriving one after the other. Neither party gave any ground, as they tore into each other with mutual recriminations right away.

At this point, there was no reasoning to be had; whoever could shout louder and leave the other speechless would hold sway.

The Public Security Management Center in charge of maintaining order didn't really care who was right or wrong; they'd simply back whoever was winning while ruthlessly kicking down those already on the ground.

Ever since participants and organizations involved in the "Abyss Coliseum" began arriving, fights and brawls had become a common occurrence. Sometimes it wasn't just the rank and file trading blows, but even the bosses would shed their dignified façade and engage in the fray.

Though wearing their uniforms, these were not police but a bunch of security guards struggling to make a living, not in a position to enforce much. As long as no one died on the spot, everyone was free to bash each other to their heart's content.

Hanna Gagar, presenting a markedly different demeanor than usual, seemed adept at this style of aggressive and unjust discourse, rapidly overwhelming a muscular beefy man with her tirade until he was red in the face, unable to complete a coherent sentence, making defeated threats like "I'll fuck you up," or "I'll blast you," empty stubborn bluster that did nothing to improve his disadvantaged position.

"The Hanuman Airborne Group members are confined for one day; no further disputes are allowed. Also, that thief, adjust your accommodations, move into a tent," decided the head of the Public Security Management Center firmly, in line with the law of the jungle's survival of the fittest.

"Heh!"

Hanna Gagar lifted her chin slightly, exuding contempt as if saying "You're nothing."

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