Atlas of Heaven and Man.

Chapter 281 Communication
Seeing that Teacher Zheng personally came to give instructions, Chen Chuan did not dare to be careless. He put down the prop knife and picked up the Xuejun Knife beside him.

After returning to the field, he stared at Teacher Zheng for a moment, shouted softly, and slashed at him with a knife!

There is nothing fancy about this knife. Compared with Teacher Zheng's, it would be more practical to just cut it with a simple blow.

However, he did not shrink back because the person standing opposite him was stronger than him in swordsmanship. When he swung the sword, he still came with an indomitable momentum, and his condition was better than usual.

Teacher Zheng said "good", and was obviously satisfied with the momentum of his move. At the same time, he raised his knife and came forward. With just a slight knock, the power of Xue Jun's knife quickly disappeared and was deflected to the side without any hindrance. At the same time, Chen Chuan saw the tip of the knife pointing towards him.

His blade was deflected and he subconsciously pulled inward to defend himself, but the blade swayed slightly again, as if it was about to chop him down. If the angle and the timing of the cut were right, he would have no time to cover himself, and his own blade momentum could not help but change again. But this time he felt something was wrong, and when he came to his senses, he lost his balance slightly and took two steps to the side unconsciously.

From the outside, it seemed that Teacher Zheng was just standing there. The blade of the knife shook slightly, and he, the one who drew the knife, lost his balance and fell backwards.

Chen Chuan thought about it and realized that what Teacher Zheng did just now was not actually some special skill. He just placed the knife in the place that he was most concerned about and where his flaws were exposed, forcing him to lose his composure.

As a fighter, it is impossible for him to ignore these things, so even if he knows that Teacher Zheng will not attack, he will probably still respond like this unconsciously next time. This is actually an instinctive reaction to protect himself.

Teacher Zheng didn't speak immediately, apparently waiting for him to think for himself, and then he said, "Have you figured it out? Who says defense can't be offense? As long as you use your strength properly and have a precise grasp of the battle situation, even if the opponent comes to cut you, in the end, only you will be hurt.

But to achieve this level, you need to have a solid foundation and superb skills. I don’t ask you to do it right away, but you have to know that it also requires hard daily practice. "

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

Teacher Zheng smiled and said, "You should have felt that people who are good at techniques can use one point of strength to achieve five points of effect, and can often defeat their opponents with more energy-saving methods.

However, although I advocate skills, opponents who use skills are actually what I hate the most and what I least want to see. When you encounter such an enemy, it is best to kill him as soon as possible, otherwise you will have a headache. "

As he spoke, he waved his hand and said, "No more unnecessary words, let's go! We've prepared roasted lamb for today. After we finish eating, we'll start the real combat training in the second half of the month!"

In the blink of an eye, it was March 20th. In a private fighting arena located in the southeast of Wuding District, many disciples from various sects arrived today. They all came to participate in the internal exchange competition.

The young people were discussing the opponents they would meet today. Every year, they would exchange ideas with students from Wuyi College. In the past, their records were always evenly matched, with both sides winning and losing. They also knew the strengths and weaknesses of Wuyi College.

In fact, many of Wuyi's students' basic skills are not as good as theirs. Although Wuyi's students have also been taught since childhood, they are all teachers invited from outside. After all, they are outsiders and cannot be as attentive as their elders, nor do they have the teaching experience accumulated by their predecessors like them.

Not to mention that they focus on training in martial arts and exist just for the purpose of fighting, which needs to be passed down from generation to generation, while those who are admitted to Wuyi are often just looking for a stepping stone to advance, and their investment is not as much as theirs. Even in the most important resources, they are never short of it.

If there is a disadvantage, it is that they are small in number and are absolutely trained as elites, unlike the people in Wuyi College, who graduate in batches every year.

The students of Wuyi College have many opportunities to compete with each other. They are all experienced and particularly good at actual combat. However, they believe that they cannot go out until they have completed their studies, so they all have their own strengths and weaknesses.

"I heard that the person we invited this time is a student who fought for a place in the central city from a local city. He relies on himself. He is not a recommended student, and he does not have any family background. Oh, I heard that he is the apprentice of the elder in the Cheng family."

"The one who got married?"

The young people suddenly realized.

They had all heard of this person, who had a conflict with his father, saying that they had different ideas, and took the initiative to leave the central city to become a teacher at the local Wuyi College. In the past, some elders had privately used this person as a negative example, telling them not to learn from him.

They were all very confident when facing this disciple, and they even had some inexplicable psychological advantages.

They knew what the conditions were like in local cities because their elders had taken them to those places to practice Buddhism. They were deeply impressed by how dilapidated, poor and backward they were. After going there once, they never wanted to go again.

The cultivation resources there are pitifully scarce, and one can only use medicines from some places. Students who come out of this environment actually lack basic skills. They are only at the second level now, and can still compete with them for a while, but it will be a different story if they go any higher. It is even uncertain whether the opponent can move up.

The young man who spoke first threw out a piece of news, "I heard that this person once defeated a fighter of the third limit."

Liu Yin was standing aside at the moment. He was nineteen years old and was the most outstanding disciple of this generation. He had not said much just now. He did not like to belittle his opponents. In his opinion, this way of creating a psychological advantage through words was a sign of weakness and lack of confidence.

But when he heard this, he unconsciously paid attention.

He was very clear about the third limit of strength, as some of the elders in his family had reached this level. To be frank, he believed that no matter how well he practiced, the opponent could knock him down with just one move, and the gap was already huge.

Did this student actually have such a record?

how did you do that?
He was very suspicious.

The question in his mind was immediately answered by someone in surprise: "Is this true or false? Could it be fake?" The people around him also looked unconvinced.

"Of course it's true," the young man smiled, "but don't worry, I heard that he was using medicine at the time. Yes, I heard that this person's physique can fully exert the effect of the medicine, plus...

Well, the guy who was fighting with him was an implant fighter, and most of his implants happened to be destroyed by someone else before, so he took advantage of him.

"So that's it."

Everyone suddenly realized that this was much more reasonable.

It’s just that the elders have warned them many times not to take drugs that seem to increase their strength during their training, because that would be overdrawing their potential in advance. So some people said, “Isn’t he afraid of destroying his own foundation?”

"Hey, what else can we do? Students from remote cities don't have much of a chance. In order to get into the central city, what else can they rely on except their own bodies?"

After hearing this, Liu Yin suddenly lost interest in today's opponent. Maybe this person looked strong on the outside, but was already riddled with holes underneath. What was the point of defeating such an opponent?

"Look, it's coming."

Even as they were talking, a red sports car stopped at the entrance of the venue. The passenger door opened and Chen Chuan got out of the car. Since he was communicating as a Wuyi student, he was wearing the Wuyi school uniform today and naturally carried the Xuejun Sword with him.

"Hey, this guy is quite good-looking."

"It's quite spirited."

"Oh, what a pity."

The young people began to think that Chen Chuan was not a good person, but after seeing him, they felt sorry for him. Some of them even had a bit of sympathy in their eyes, and thought that they should give this guy some face when they started fighting later, after all, he was already very pitiful.

Liu Yin looked at Chen Chuan. Judging from the rhythm of his movements, he was certainly not a weak player, but he was not truly outstanding.

After Ni Qianqian parked the car and got out, she put on her goggles and walked into the training hall with Chen Chuan. She said to the many young people, "This is Brother Chen. You should know his background. He only has one day, so let's not waste any more time. Who will go first?"

"I'll go first."

A young man about the same age as Chen Chuan came out and clasped his fists to him, "Han Kuang, student Chen, please give me some advice."

Seeing that he was unarmed, Chen Chuan walked aside, and Xue Jundao leaned against the weapon rack, and walked back to clasp his fists in return, "Chen Chuan, student Han, please."

The crowd dispersed immediately.

After Han Kuang and Chen Chuan looked at each other for a moment, they made a sound of foot sliding, kicked forward, and took a big step forward. He suddenly moved forward, and a gust of wind blew around him.

The people watching around nodded secretly. Jinzhuang 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 walk fast and move forward and backward freely. Han Kuang's move was fast and steady, and his foundation was very solid.

Chen Chuan keeps a low profile at the moment and does not appear to be in a crushing posture when attacking, because this way he can use his opponent to practice his own skills at the same time.

Han Kuang took the initiative to attack, and his momentum was strong from the beginning. Under normal circumstances, he should have avoided him at this time and looked for an opportunity when his breath changed, but he did not do so. Instead, he did the opposite and took the initiative to rush forward.

Of course Han Kuang would not be frightened by his action. He had practiced sparring with others countless times in private and was very familiar with most of his opponents' reactions. He immediately realized that Chen Chuan wanted to strike back, predict his actions in advance, curb his offensive, and seize the initiative in one fell swoop.

But since he dared to take the initiative, how could he let Chen Chuan break it so easily? At this moment, his body did not move, but under his raised knees, his calves were slightly retracted inwards, and his body, which had been rushing forward, landed half a step ahead of time.

Just such a small change in distance resulted in a completely different result from the original one. Chen Chuan's original intention to restrain his moves immediately became useless. Instead, it was equivalent to sending himself up. Now he only had to wait for Chen Chuan's moves to take shape or for him to change his moves hastily, and then he could find a gap to sneak in.

Seeing this exchange of moves, the young people present all cheered secretly. Chen Chuan's response was pretty good, but his intention was too obvious. If it happened to an ordinary person, he would be caught off guard. However, although Han Kuang seemed reckless, he actually hid a trap, and this time he was able to control his opponent instead.

Facing his response, Chen Chuan didn't seem to have any intention of changing his tactics. He stretched out his hand, one hand grabbed Han Kuang's shoulder, and the other hand grabbed his other elbow.

Han Kuang was not panicked at all. In his opinion, this was Chen Chuan's last struggle. By the time the latter touched him, his attack had already arrived. He turned his body lightly and punched out, hitting Chen Chuan in the chest, and the force was released.

Steady!

Although this punch was at a small angle, the "Xiao Gui Jin Method" could be used. It was to exert force at a small angle and in a subtle way. Even the flick of a finger could generate the strength of the whole body. It was impossible to defend against and hit the chest directly. There was almost no suspense.

However, what happened next made him stunned. Chen Chuan took the punch, but his body didn't even shake. It was as if all the force was absorbed by him.

At this time, he clasped his shoulders and elbows with both hands, and then he exerted force, lifted Han Kuang up on the spot, and threw him to the ground to the side!
With a bang, the wooden floor shook violently, as if it had hit everyone's heart hard. Han Kuang fell to the ground with his arms and legs spread out, and his body bounced a bit. Because he hit the ground on his back and was holding his breath, his face turned pale and he looked up blankly, unable to speak.

The people who saw this scene couldn't help but be shocked, "Wrestling and hugging? Didn't he use a knife?"

Liu Yin was also surprised. He saw it clearly just now. Chen Chuan took advantage of Han Kuang's attack on him to resist with his strength, and at the same time grabbed and threw his opponent down. This was the most authentic wrestling technique and strength, but Chen Chuan's body shape did not look like a wrestler, so it was no wonder that Han Kuang miscalculated.

Chen Chuan adjusted his shirt and took the time to check his cuffs. This time he did not use his second self to transfer the damage, but instead used Zhou Yuan Jin method to simulate the force of the wrestling hug, with a very good effect.

Ni Qianqian asked, "Student Chen, do you want to continue? According to the rules of the exchange competition, you can rest after playing a game before coming back."

Chen Chuan said casually: "No, it didn't take me much effort, just continue."

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(End of this chapter)