Atlas of Heaven and Man

Seeing Teacher Zheng personally offering guidance, Chen Chuan didn't dare to be careless. He put down the practice sword and picked up the Snow Monarch Saber from the side.

Returning to the center of the training area, he stared at Teacher Zheng for a moment, then with a soft shout, he slashed out!

This strike didn't employ any fancy techniques. Competing with Teacher Zheng in that regard would be less effective than simply delivering a straightforward slash.

However, he didn't shrink back or become timid just because the person standing opposite him was stronger in swordsmanship. When this strike was unleashed, it still carried an indomitable spirit, even better than his usual state.

Teacher Zheng said "Good," clearly satisfied with the momentum of this move. As he spoke, he raised his saber to meet the attack, deflecting it with a light tap. The force on the Snow Monarch Saber quickly dissipated, and it was effortlessly redirected to the side. At the same time, Chen Chuan saw the tip of Teacher Zheng's saber pointing towards him.

His saber was deflected, and he subconsciously pulled inward to defend. However, the blade of the other saber shifted slightly, as if about to strike. If the angle and timing of the cut were right, he wouldn't have time to block. His own saber stance couldn't help but change again, but at that moment, he sensed something was wrong. When he came to his senses, his center of gravity was slightly off, and he unconsciously took two steps backward and to the side.

From an outside perspective, it looked like Teacher Zheng was standing still, his saber only slightly wavering, while the one who had initiated the attack, Chen Chuan, was the one who lost his balance and retreated.

Chen Chuan pondered for a moment. Teacher Zheng's move just now wasn't some profound technique; it was simply positioning his saber in a place where Chen Chuan was extremely concerned and vulnerable, forcing him to disrupt his own formation.

As a martial artist, he couldn't ignore these vulnerabilities. Therefore, even if he knew that Teacher Zheng wouldn't attack, he estimated that he would still unconsciously make such a response the next time, which was actually a instinctive reaction to protect himself.

Teacher Zheng didn't speak immediately, apparently waiting for him to think it through himself. Then he said, "Understood now? Who says defense can't be offense? As long as you use your strength properly and have a precise grasp of the overall situation, even if the other party attacks you, they will only end up hurting themselves."

"But to reach this level, you need a solid foundation and superb skills. I don't expect you to be able to do this right away, but you need to be aware of it and practice diligently every day."

Chen Chuan nodded earnestly, "Thank you for your guidance, Teacher Zheng. I will remember it."

Teacher Zheng smiled and said, "You should feel that those skilled in technique can use one point of strength to produce five points of effect, often defeating their opponents with more effortless methods."

"However, although I personally advocate technique, technique-based opponents are actually the ones I hate the most and least want to see. When encountering such enemies, it's best to eliminate them as soon as possible, otherwise you'll have a headache."

Saying that, he waved his hand outwards, "I won't say any more unnecessary words. Let's go! Today, we'll prepare the roasted lamb as usual. After eating, in the second ten days of the month, we will enter true practical sparring!"

Time flew by, and it was now March 20th. In a private martial arts arena located southeast of the Wuding District, many disciples from various inherited factions had arrived today. They were all here to participate in the internal exchange competition.

The young people were discussing the opponents they would encounter today. Every year, they would find students from the Wuyi Academy for exchange and sparring. In the past, the record was 50-50, with each side having wins and losses, and they were also clear about the advantages and disadvantages of the Wuyi Academy.

In general, many of the Wuyi Academy students' basic skills were actually not as good as theirs. Although the Wuyi Academy students were also taught from a young age, they were all taught by teachers hired from outside. After all, they were outsiders and couldn't be as attentive as their elders, nor did they have the teaching experience accumulated by their ancestors.

Not to mention that they focused on this martial arts cultivation, existing for the sake of martial arts and needing to be passed down from generation to generation. Those who were admitted to Wuyi often only sought a stepping stone, and their investment was not as much as theirs. Even in terms of the most important resources, they were never lacking.

Their disadvantage was that they were few in number, with absolute elite training, unlike the people from the Wuyi Academy, who produced batches of talent every year.

The students of the Wuyi Academy also had many opportunities to compete with outsiders, and they were all experienced and especially good at practical combat, while they emphasized that they could not go out until their studies were completed, so they each had their own strengths and weaknesses.

"I heard that this time, the person invited is a student who won a place in the Central City from a local city. He relies on himself, not a recommended student, and has no family background. Oh, I heard he is a disciple of that elder from the Cheng family."

"The one from the Cheng family?"

They were very confident in facing this person's disciple, and inexplicably had some psychological advantage.

They knew what the situation was in the local cities, because their elders had taken them to those places to practice, and their impression was very deep. It was really broken, poor, and backward. Once they went, they never wanted to go again.

The cultivation resources there were also pitifully scarce, and they could only use some local medicines. The students who came out of this environment were actually lacking in basic skills. Only now, while they were still in the Second Threshold, could they compete with them for a short time, but it would be different when they went higher, and it was even uncertain whether the other party could go higher.

The young man who spoke first then dropped a piece of news, "I heard that this person once had a record of defeating a martial artist in the Third Threshold."

Liu Yin was standing aside at the moment. He was nineteen years old and the most outstanding disciple of this generation. He had not said much just now. He didn't like belittling his opponents. In his opinion, this way of creating psychological advantages for himself through words was a sign of weakness and insecurity.

However, when he heard this, he couldn't help but pay attention.

He knew very well what kind of strength the Third Threshold was. The elders in his family had reached this level. To put it bluntly, he believed that no matter how well he practiced, the other party could knock him down with one move. The gap was already very large.

Did this student actually have such a record?

How was this done?

He was very skeptical.

The question in his mind was immediately raised in surprise by someone: "Is this true or false? Could it be fake?" Everyone else present looked incredulous.

"Of course, it's true," the young man smiled. "But don't worry, I heard he used medicine at the time. That's right, I heard that this guy's physique can fully utilize the effects of the medicine, plus..."

"Well, the one who fought him was an implanted fighter, and most of his implants had been damaged beforehand, so he got lucky."

"So that's how it is."

Everyone suddenly understood; that made much more sense.

It's just that the elders had warned them many times not to take those drugs that seemed to increase their strength during their cultivation, because that was overdrafting their potential in advance.

So someone said, "Isn't he afraid of ruining his foundation?"

"Hey, what can you do? Students from remote cities don't have many resources. To get into the central city, what else can they bet on besides their own bodies?"

Hearing this, Liu Yin suddenly lost interest in today's opponent. Maybe this guy looks strong on the surface, but underneath, he's already riddled with holes. What's the point of winning against such an opponent?

"Look, he's here."

Just as he was speaking, a red sports car stopped at the entrance of the stadium. The passenger door opened, and Chen Chuan stepped out of the car. Because it was an exchange as a Wuyi student, he was wearing the Wuyi school uniform today, and the Xuejun Saber was naturally carried with him.

"Hey, this young man is quite good-looking."

"He's very energetic."

"Alas, what a pity."

The young people initially thought Chen Chuan wasn't anything special, but after seeing him, they felt sorry for him. Some people even had a hint of sympathy in their eyes, wondering if they should show him some respect when they fought later, after all, the guy was already quite pitiful.

Liu Yin sized up Chen Chuan. Judging from the rhythm of his movements, he was indeed not a weakling, but not truly outstanding.

Ni Qianqian parked the car, moved her goggles to her head, and led Chen Chuan into the training hall, saying to the many young people, "This is young Chen. You should know his background. He only has one day, so let's not waste any time. Who wants to go first?"

"I'll go first."

A young man of about the same age as Chen Chuan walked out, cupped his fist at him, and said, "Han Kuang, Student Chen, please enlighten me."

Seeing that he was unarmed, Chen Chuan walked to the side and leaned the Xuejun Saber against the weapon rack. He walked back, cupped his fist in return, and said, "Chen Chuan, Student Han, please."

Everyone immediately dispersed.

After Han Kuang and Chen Chuan looked at each other for a moment, he took a step forward with a whoosh, kicking forward and driving his body forward in a big stride. He suddenly approached, and a gust of wind wrapped around him.

The onlookers nodded secretly. Jing Zhuang is not only about practicing strength, but also about footwork. If the footwork is well practiced, the center of gravity is stable, and one can move quickly, advancing and retreating freely. Han Kuang's advance was fast and stable, with a very solid foundation.

At this moment, Chen Chuan maintained a low profile, so that his attack would not present a crushing posture, because this way he could use his opponent to train his own skills.

Han Kuang took the initiative to attack, and his momentum was strong from the start. Under normal circumstances, one should avoid him at this time, and look for opportunities when he changes his breath, but he didn't do that. Instead, he went against the grain and took the initiative to meet him head-on.

Of course, Han Kuang would not be intimidated by his actions. He had practiced against others countless times in private, and he was very familiar with most of his opponent's reactions. He immediately saw that Chen Chuan wanted to use a counterattack, predict his movements in advance, and then suppress his offensive, and then take the initiative in one fell swoop.

But since he dared to take the initiative to attack, how could he let Chen Chuan break it so easily? At this time, his body was still, but below his raised knee, his calf was slightly retracted inward, and the body that was rushing forward suddenly landed half a step ahead of time.

It was just this little change in distance that made the original result completely different. Chen Chuan's original intention to restrain his moves immediately became useless. Instead, it was equivalent to sending himself up. Next, he only had to wait for Chen Chuan's movements to take shape or change his moves in a hurry, and he could find an opportunity to enter.

Seeing this exchange of moves, the young people present secretly cheered. Chen Chuan's response was not bad, but his intention was too obvious. If he met an ordinary person, he would be caught off guard, but Han Kuang seemed reckless, but in fact he hid a trap. This time, he turned around and took control of his opponent.

Faced with his response, Chen Chuan didn't seem to mean to change his moves at all. He stretched out his hand, one hand grabbing Han Kuang's shoulder, and the other hand buckling down on his other elbow.

Han Kuang was not flustered at all. In his opinion, this was Chen Chuan's last struggle. When the latter touched him, his attack would have arrived one step earlier. He turned his body lightly and punched out, hitting Chen Chuan's chest squarely, and his strength followed.

Steady!

Although the angle of this punch was small, it used the "Small Return Strength Method", which is to exert force at small angles and subtle places. Even the flick of a finger can exert the strength of the whole body, making it impossible to defend against. It directly hit the chest, with almost no suspense.

However, what happened next stunned him. Chen Chuan took his punch, and his body didn't even shake. It was as if he had swallowed all the strength.

At this time, both hands were buckled on his shoulders and elbows respectively, and then with a burst of strength, Han Kuang was lifted up on the spot and thrown to the ground on the side!

With a bang, the wooden floor shook violently, as if hitting everyone's heart heavily. Han Kuang fell on his back on the ground, and his body bounced a little because his back hit the ground, causing him to hold his breath. For a while, his face turned pale, his eyes blankly looking up, and he couldn't even speak.

People who saw this scene couldn't help but be surprised, "Wrestling Strength? Isn't he using a knife?"

Liu Yin was also very surprised. He had seen very clearly just now that Chen Chuan used his strength to resist Han Kuang's attack for a moment, and at the same time grabbed and knocked down his opponent. This was the most authentic wrestling technique and strength, but Chen Chuan didn't look like someone who practiced wrestling, so it's no wonder Han Kuang miscalculated.

Chen Chuan straightened his jacket and even took the time to tidy up his cuffs. This time, he didn't use Second Self to transfer the damage, but used Zhou Yuan Strength Method to simulate wrestling strength, and the effect was very good.

Ni Qianqian asked, "Student Chen, do you want to continue? According to the rules of the exchange competition, you can rest well after you have played a game and then come again."

Chen Chuan said casually, "No need, I didn't spend much effort, let's continue."

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