Urban Soldier Young Master

Chapter 1090 - 1089: Mysterious Brainwaves

There was a stack of brainwave charts. As soon as Chu Chengrui's gaze landed on the first chart, he suddenly froze, moved the first aside, and looked at the second. His brow furrowed tightly together.The third, the fourth... As he looked through over a dozen charts one by one, Chu Chengrui pressed the stack of brainwave charts heavily onto the desk in front of him. For a long time, he said nothing, his expression uncertain, the furrow at the center of his brow deepening further.

These brainwave charts were evidently extremely abnormal!

A normal person's brainwaves follow a relatively regular rhythm, with smooth ups and downs. However, these brainwave charts were exceedingly bizarre, like towering, rugged mountains fluctuating chaotically with dramatic rises and falls.

When high, they not only exceeded the known maximum frequency but also showed an increasing trend, tracing out unbelievable arcs.

When low, they looked like brain death, with three entire brainwave charts showing no fluctuations within the known human frequency bands.

Chu Chengrui, who had devoted his life to biochemical research, considered himself quite knowledgeable, an authority in the field. Yet, he had never seen nor heard of such bizarre fluctuating brainwaves, not even in his wildest dreams.

"Is this Chu Ge's?" Chu Chengrui knew his question was pointless, but he still asked it. Rather than asking his eldest son, Chu Mu, it seemed like he was questioning himself, and the bizarre brainwave charts right under his nose.

What the hell is all this stuff?

Chu Mu immediately nodded, opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing.

Chu Chengrui rubbed his temples, which had suddenly become sore and swollen, with one hand, while the dry fingers of the other hand traced slowly over the bizarre fluctuations on a brainwave chart.

Silence, deathly silence. In the enormous room, the only sound was that of Chu Chengrui's fingers slowly tracing on the brainwave chart.

The dead silence persisted for more than ten minutes, and Chu Mu finally couldn't bear the extreme pressure any longer. He cautiously tested the waters: "Father, today... according to the original plan, we're supposed to extract Chu Ge's bone marrow, do you think..."

When he spoke, Chu Mu even doubted whether it was his own voice, it sounded dry, inexplicably hoarse.

Chu Chengrui slowly took his hand away from the brainwave chart, leaned back on the dragon chair, looked at the brainwave charts under his nose, then looked at Chu Mu, without immediately responding.

Meeting Chu Chengrui's gaze, Chu Mu swallowed with difficulty and lowered his head.

After more than a minute, Chu Chengrui stood up from the dragon chair and said, "I'll go take a look first."

Outside Chu Ge's cell, Chu Chengrui stood in front of the glass door, his gaze continuously scanning Chu Ge's face.

No matter how he looked, Chu Ge seemed very peacefully asleep, with no expression on his face, his breathing incredibly smooth. Just looking at this scene, it was hard to imagine that his brainwaves were undergoing such a violent and bizarre transformation.

"What exactly is in your head? I really want to cut it open and take a close look..."

As his words fell, his dry fingers landed on the glass door and began to input the password.

"Father, father, father... Father!" Chu Mu was startled, instinctively took two steps back, then hurriedly rushed forward, grabbing Chu Chengrui's wrist and stammered.

Chu Chengrui glanced sideways at Chu Mu and said coldly, "Let go."

Chu Mu shivered, instinctively withdrew his hand, and cautiously said, "Father, let's... let's just look from the outside, okay? This guy is too dangerous, what if he..."

"Coward."

Chu Chengrui snorted coldly, finished inputting the password, opened the door, and walked into the cell. Chu Mu hesitated for several seconds before finally gritting his teeth and following him inside.

Chu Shiyao stood protectively in front of Chu Ge, her eyes filled with hatred as she looked at these two individuals she called "family." Clenching her fists, she coldly demanded, "What are you trying to do?"

Chu Mu grabbed Chu Shiyao's arm and, amidst her struggles, dragged her aside. On the surface, he seemed to be clearing a path for Chu Chengrui, but in reality, he wanted to distance himself from Chu Ge.

Even though Chu Ge was lying there so quietly, Chu Mu dared not lower his guard, as if he was a fierce beast that could wake up anytime and violently lash out.

Chu Chengrui went to the bedside, stared at Chu Ge's face for a while, then reached out to pry open Chu Ge's eyelid, hoping to see some fluctuation in his eyes, and shone a small flashlight on Chu Ge's pupil, but unfortunately, the result was disappointing.

Chu Ge was indeed in an unconscious state, a fact that could not be faked.

Chu Chengrui sighed, turned around, and walked out of the cell, Chu Mu hurriedly released Chu Shiyao, taking quick steps to catch up.

Chu Chengrui walked out a dozen meters, back facing Chu Mu, and said, "Don't extract his marrow yet, also..." His voice paused for a few seconds, "Suspend the next stage of research, ensure his body's functions, and report to me immediately if there are any signs of him waking up."

Chu Chengrui's voice was no longer calm, it was filled with anger and irritation.

"Yes, Father."

A day passed, two days passed... In the blink of an eye, an entire week had gone by.

Within Chu Ge's Spiritual World.

On the void-like ground, Chu Ge dashed wildly, narrowly avoiding a dragon's sharp claw by a hair's breadth. He rolled on the ground, spun twice, abruptly bent his legs, and kicked fiercely at the edge of another claw, using the airwave and inertia to finally escape the dragon's attack range.

"Come on! You big worm! Come and bite me if you can!"

Chu Ge stood up in a rather disheveled state. Although he was panting heavily, his eyes radiated a wild, burning light, as he gave the dragon the finger and shouted loudly.

Chu Ge had been torn to shreds thousands of times. Under the immense pain and the shadow of death, he gradually improved from being instantly killed at the start to being able to spar a bit with the dragon. The time he could spar also increased, and he even had the chance to make some small maneuvers and let out a few roars of defiance.

Pain and death didn't blunt Chu Ge's fighting spirit; it only made him more courageous. Within his tiny and pitifully small body, compared to the dragon, a powerful confidence burst forth that seemed capable of swallowing clouds and spitting out the sun, and standing on equal footing with the dragon.

Every death was not in vain; Chu Ge's strength became increasingly greater, his speed faster, capable of keenly catching and utilizing every small breeze, making the most suitable action at every opportune moment.

This time, he had already held out for nearly ten minutes, repeatedly incredulously dodging the dragon's attacks without a single wound left on his body.

Chu Ge's provocative voice echoed throughout this golden world, clearly enraging the golden five-clawed dragon further. It opened its massive maw, as if capable of swallowing everything, let out a loud dragon roar, fixing its blazing eyes firmly upon Chu Ge, and swooped down like a golden bolt of lightning once again.

Before its form could descend, the hurricane had already arrived!

The golden dragon's body seemed to overshadow the sky, as if Mount Tai was pressing down!

However, the gale that seemed powerful enough to whip up massive tidal waves no longer blew Chu Ge away as it had initially; his feet remained planted on the void-like ground, his body like a boat riding with the wind.

Chu Ge retreated swiftly, every muscle on his body shuddering in a strange rhythm, helping him maintain balance, opposing this superhuman force in a seemingly compliant manner.

The interlocking, forest-like white fangs drew ever closer, the wind making the corners of Chu Ge's mouth involuntarily curl into a slight grin, akin to the "ghostly smile" usually found on the faces of racers testing the limits of speed.

But Chu Ge's ghostly smile was full of absolute determination and ferocity.

Leap forward! Jump up! Not retreating, but advancing!

Boom!

Chu Ge's body collided like it had been hit by a speeding train; even with the invaluable experience from thousands of deaths, the counterforce method he had honed to perfection, his mind still buzzed, his vision went black, and he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

Chu Ge wasn't in any way surprised by this outcome; he neither overestimated himself nor underestimated the dragon. In fact, he wasn't without a way to avoid this encounter; this was entirely his own choice.

He had been passively taking hits for far too long; it was about time to launch a solid counterattack!

When facing such a behemoth, how could success be possible without paying a price?

Chu Ge's body tightly pressed against the gaps between the dragon's teeth, a carefully chosen landing spot neither sliced in half by sharp fangs nor reachable by the dragon's bites, making it an incredibly awkward spot for the dragon.

Of course, Chu Ge wasn't feeling too good either; being hit that hard was certainly painful, but had he not devised such an intricate method of cushioning blows, he wouldn't have the opportunity to engage in the next phase of the counterattack.

Chu Ge had no time to catch even a slight breath, nor did he care about the severe shaking of his internal organs from the massive collision, as the dragon, on the brink of a furious rage, started shaking its head vigorously.

This scene was actually a bit comical, looking just like a person with a piece of leek stuck between their teeth, desperately bobbing their head to dislodge the speck.

Comical as it was, Chu Ge's experience was nothing to laugh at. Everything in sight was continuously jostling, tracing fleeting afterimages, while the center of gravity of his body constantly shifted.

Suddenly, a flash of golden light appeared far away, and with focused eyes, Chu Ge seized the head-shaking momentum of the dragon to leap forcefully outward.