Starting as the President of a Billionaire Group Chapter 1077: 1052: The Descent of the Celestial God
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The host stood rooted to the spot, entirely taken aback by the sudden emergence of Ye Chen.
As she stared in disbelief, her eyes widened at the astonishing sight unfolding before her.
Could this possibly be real?
Rubbing her eyes, the host struggled to believe she was actually witnessing the scene.
Everything about the situation seemed far too surreal.
Right at that instant, the hovering drone zoomed in, capturing the scene for all to see.
The audience was collectively stunned by the spectacle displayed on their screens.
“Is this actually happening?”
“Damn, this is beyond excessive.”
“Oh my god, what am I looking at?”
Everyone gazed at Ye Chen with gaping mouths, their expressions filled with utter shock.
Perched upon the rooftop was a warrior clutching a gleaming silver spear, encased from head to toe in matching silver plate and helmet.
Bathed in the warm glow of the dying sun, his form radiated a golden aura reminiscent of a celestial deity descending to the mortal realm.
The bright silver tip of Ye Chen’s spear hummed with a deathly, icy glint.
A collective gasp rippled through the crowd.
This mysterious combatant possessed an aura that was nothing short of heroic.
Only moments before, Song Simeng and Tong Lili had been drowning in the depths of despair.
They were certain their final hour had arrived.
Yet, upon beholding the stranger in the armor, they were left completely speechless.
Had a man from a bygone era truly appeared?
This armored figure maintained an impeccable posture, exuding a charismatic presence despite his features being hidden behind a visor.
His eyes burned with the intensity of distant stars.
With a firm grip on his silver spear, he embodied the very spirit of valor.
The weapon, spanning some eight feet, featured a dragon-wrought tip that leaked a chilling, murderous intent.
In that heartbeat, both Song Simeng and Tong Lili simultaneously recalled a legend.
Zhao Yun.
Zhao Yun, the legendary general of the Three Kingdoms era, was renowned for his signature attire.
He was known for his iconic silver armor and his piercing silver spear.
The young man standing before them seemed like the very incarnation of Zhao Yun himself.
Song Simeng’s heart flooded with sudden joy.
Was this the hero from the legends, arriving on clouds to deliver her from danger?
Tong Lili watched Ye Chen’s silhouette, her own eyes sparkling.
Had her prince on a white horse finally come to perform a rescue?
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Viewers watching from their homes were equally rattled by the sudden, dashing arrival.
The sight was undeniably captivating.
He was the spitting image of Zhao Yun returned to life.
Meanwhile, the bandits were utterly baffled.
How had this newcomer managed to manifest on the platform so abruptly?
Was he supposed to be some kind of chivalrous knight?
Who in this modern age still dons ancient martial regalia to throw down?
Jack observed Ye Chen, disbelief etched across his face.
“How is this remotely possible?”
With a cold stare, Ye Chen leveled his spear at the criminals.
“Attack!”
With a thunderous shout, Ye Chen surged toward the gang.
Moving with lightning speed, he sent shivers through the air with his silver weapon.
Ye Chen had become the reincarnation of Zhao Zilong, wrapping the entire rooftop in an aura of freezing bloodlust.
The armored figure swept across the platform, dragging the tip of his long spear along the floor, throwing off brilliant sparks.
The sound crackled and hissed.
It resonated like the bellowing of a dragon.
“Good heavens, he is breathtaking.”
The beautiful host remained spellbound by Ye Chen’s sheer presence.
“I feel as if I am witnessing the reincarnation of the ancient warrior Zhao Zilong.”
“No, he is my true prince charming.”
In the chat room, the female spectators watched the man with unadulterated admiration.
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The anchor narrated with excitement, “We are witnessing a fight! That silver-clad hero is charging directly at the criminals.”
“This warrior must be a heroic citizen who has chosen not to stand by.”
“It is a pity the suit of armor completely hides his face, leaving us unable to see his identity.”
“Furthermore, because the surveillance cameras were demolished by the thugs, the method of this hero’s sudden arrival remains a complete mystery.”
The live feed saw comments erupt in a frenzy.
“He’s incredibly cool!”
“I swear I’m looking at the War God Zhao Zilong!”
“Nonsense, that is clearly an Armor Warrior!”
“He is so dashing, I would marry him in a heartbeat!”
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Ye Chen had opted for the silver armor precisely because he knew his use of a spatial rift would be far too shocking to explain.
Had he revealed himself, he risked being hounded by authorities for answers, even after helping Song Simeng and Tong Lili.
He had no intention of exposing his hidden secrets.
Ultimately, time was of the essence, and utilizing the wormhole to enter the rooftop had been the most logical, albeit dramatic, shortcut.
Furthermore, realizing the scene was being broadcast live, Ye Chen had donned the armor intentionally.
By doing so, he guaranteed his identity would remain locked away.
“Charge!”
Ye Chen closed the distance to his enemies in mere heartbeats.
A surge of genuine irritation boiled within him.
Song Simeng was meant to be under his protection, and these thugs had dared to lay their hands on her.
They had touched a nerve that Ye Chen considered strictly off-limits.
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Jack finally shook off his stupor.
With cold eyes, he barked an order to his men: “Wipe this fool off the map!”
The bandits drew their blades and surged forward.
Jack’s gaze shifted into a murderous glare.
“You moron! You think this costume makes you invincible? You want to play the hero? I’ll personally carve you up.”
Brutal confidence radiated from Jack as he led the charge against Ye Chen.
Ye Chen’s provocation had deeply wounded Jack’s ego.
Usually, it was Jack who received all the glory, but this newcomer had snatched the attention away.
An icy, lethal pressure bled from Ye Chen’s body.
The bandits felt a sudden, freezing chill.
Spear flashes danced before their eyes like strikes of lightning.
“Kill!”
Ye Chen maneuvered his silver spear with blinding speed, fluidly switching his attack patterns.
Every thrust blossomed into a thousand variations.
Strike after strike blurred into shifting afterimages.
Thud. Thud.
The first two thugs fell, clutching their legs as they hit the ground.
Before the ego-driven Jack could recover, Ye Chen’s spear pierced through his chest, forcing him to his knees.
The scene left everyone stunned into silence.
Jack looked down at the spear tip embedded in his torso, his mind reeling in daze.
How could he be beaten so easily?
The speed was unprecedented.
Spinning the silver shaft, Ye Chen produced a flurry of defensive and offensive movements.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
In a span of seconds, nearly ten more men had been brought to their knees.
The remaining bandits stared at Ye Chen, their faces drained of color.
Was this man even human? He felt far too dangerous.
These were hardened mercenaries, yet none had encountered such an overwhelming threat.
They could only watch as the spear surged toward them over and over.
Precision strikes neutralized them instantly; ankles were broken, arms sliced, and thighs pierced.
“My arm, it’s gone!”
“My leg!”
“He’s not a man; he’s a devil!”
Their cries of agony filled the air, mixed with deep regret.
In the span of a few short moments, the clash had reached its end.
Ye Chen stood proud in the twilight, his spear tipped with blood, an air of invincibility surrounding him.
His armor glinted, turning him into a golden silhouette.
Ye Chen looked truly formidable in that moment.
By himself, he had successfully dismantled the entire group.
Aside from his lethal strike on Jack, Ye Chen had merely incapacitated the rest.
Nevertheless, they were permanently put out of commission.
The silence on the rooftop was absolute, everyone paralyzed by the overwhelming prowess of the silver stranger.