Atlas of Heaven and Man.

Chapter 291: Killing
Chen Chuan could sense that You Xing's breathing was relatively steady but slightly uneven. For a fighter like him to have this condition, it meant that his injuries were more serious than they looked, and it was very likely that his internal alienated tissues were also damaged.

Based on his experience, he could tell that the injury had occurred at most half an hour ago, but there were no signs of a fight. If the person did not have a hobby of self-mutilation, then this was most likely related to a ghost story.

It seemed that it was his successful resistance that caused this person the trouble at the moment.

But next, he can help this person get rid of these.

He looked at the long stick pointing at him, stuck the Xuejun Knife into the ground, held the handle and walked forward. With a friction sound, he slowly pulled the knife out.

You Xing didn't wait for his sword to be completely unsheathed. He kicked out with his supporting leg, and his body moved along. With the push of his back hand, he thrust the stick forward, and the front end suddenly poked towards Chen Chuan.

Chen Chuan drew the blade and placed it horizontally in front of him. With a clang, he felt a strong force rushing towards him. The force it carried was layered, first along the blade, then along the arm holding the blade and into his body. He felt as if he was pushed to the spot and unable to move himself.

If he had not mastered the force-unloading technique before and had not instinctively used the alienated tissue to eliminate these forces, the blade would have slipped out of his hand without the use of his second self.

A skilled opponent?

He couldn't help but think of what Teacher Zheng said, that this kind of opponent was the one he hated the most and he wanted to kill him as quickly as possible when he met one.

You Xing held the end of the stick with one hand, maintaining a steady forward thrust, and said in a hoarse voice, "Sure enough, he took the medicine."

This was just a test. If he hadn't taken the medicine, a fighter below the third level would have no chance of keeping up with his previous moves and would be killed with one stick.

Although the effect of the medicine usually does not last too long, it seems that he can save effort by just waiting for the effect to wear off, but he did not dare to delay at this moment.

Since the other party came alone, he must have made preparations. Maybe reinforcements would come later. Moreover, this place was obviously exposed. He had to kill the man as soon as possible so that he could evacuate early.

Chen Chuan stared ahead. Although what Teacher Zheng said was correct, he did not have Teacher Zheng's skills. Moreover, this was a rare opponent. He had to use this person to hone his swordsmanship.

In the past, the high state after the second self overlapped was time-limited, but now his main body can reach this state, and the second self can withstand all kinds of harm, so there is no need to rush to pursue the result.

You know, it’s not easy to find a sparring partner.

He exerted a little force with his hands, and with a clang, Xuejun's sword was completely pulled out. He slowly raised the sword and pointed it forward.

At a certain distance, the front ends of the two weapons slowly approached each other. Both men maintained a certain posture and took even breaths. And just when the two weapons were about to come together, both men moved at the same time!
The two weapons collided with a clang. At the moment You Xing used the long stick to knock the blade open, the front end of the stick also tilted slightly outwards.

At this time, his upper arms did not move, but his center of gravity sank and lifted, and his wrist twisted, and a rotating force was drawn out from below, gathering together layer by layer, and then went to the long stick.

At this moment, the stick that was originally slightly bent toward the outside suddenly straightened. He took another half step forward and pushed it forward. All the strength quickly gathered at the front end of the stick and poked it towards Chen Chuan's head again.

Chen Chuan removed the shock force that had penetrated into the blade during the collision, then lifted the blade upwards and placed it on the route that the opponent had to take. Although he successfully deflected the long stick, the force from it caused the blade to tremble constantly. The subtle force continued to penetrate into his body, and even though he tried to reduce it, he still felt a tingling and numb feeling.

The front end of the stick broke through the rain curtain and was exposed to the rain coming from behind. The rain there scattered outwards as if it had exploded, which showed how powerful the force was.

You Xing used his back hand to push again, changing from a poke to a sweep, and pushed sideways. Chen Chuan leaned over to dodge, and was about to raise his knife to chop him in close, but he saw the stick showing signs of sweeping back. He stepped back again, and a strong wind swept past his cheek with a dull sound, and even the hair ends on his forehead were moved.

At this time, he was already sticking to the rain curtain, so he simply took a few steps back and retreated to the flat ground outside the eaves.

You Xing seemed to be following on time, always keeping a distance from Chen Chuan that the tip of his stick could just touch. After he walked out of the door, he moved forward quickly and chopped the stick diagonally again. This time, Chen Chuan took advantage of the inconvenience of swinging the stick as he passed through the door, took a step forward, blocked the stick with his knife, and tried to break into the inner circle and use the knife.

As soon as the force collided with the long stick, the stick shook, instantly dissipating the force. At the same time, it stuck down and immediately pressed down the raised blade. There was a sticky force on it, and Chen Chuan was unable to dissolve it for a while. The long blade was twisted twice by the stick, and the long stick was suddenly pushed out again.

Originally, after these two attempts of building up momentum, this move could have sent the long sword flying in the next move, and even moved the whole person along. However, Youxing's mutated tissue was damaged, and his strength was not sufficient, so he was unable to deliver his full strength.

Chen Chuan felt a strong force coming from his hand, as if someone grabbed the blade and pulled it to the side. He stepped back, his center of gravity sank, and the two sets of alienated tissues simultaneously formed a sinking force, holding the blade firmly, and his body did not shake at all. At this time, the water mist that was dispersed when the stick was first poked was completely dispersed in the air, and the cool water droplets fell on the two people along with the wind, and the surrounding branches and rain curtains also swayed.

You Xing used the stick to attack, then pulled his hands back and took a deep breath.

Chen Chuan tore off his coat, revealing the black casual clothes underneath. Raindrops fell on his body, and faint white mist drifted out from his body. Under the light in front of the door, it seemed as if his body was covered with a layer of white light.

He held the knife with his backhand, supported the back of the knife with one hand, and stared ahead. This was exactly the opponent he was expecting. Through actual combat, he would be able to experience and understand more.

You Xing's bloodshot eyes were staring at him. There was a ghost staring at him from behind. He just wanted to end the battle quickly and resolve the imminent crisis, so after a slight adjustment, without any nonsense, he rushed forward a few steps, moved his hands forward, held the stick behind his back, turned around suddenly, and swung the long stick out with the help of the spinning force. The rain in front seemed to be cut by a sharp blade, and a semicircular shock wave appeared.

After Chen Chuan stepped back to avoid the attack, he saw that the range of his attack was widening, so he immediately took advantage of the long stick to move to the side to block the direction with his knife, and then he took a leap inside. The bricks and stones under his feet collapsed with a loud bang, and the broken part outside his body was swept forward by him before it even hit the ground.

But You Xing was seen holding the stick with his front hand, and pressing down with his back hand as the axis, intentionally exposing the back part of the stick handle and prying it up, accurately hitting the front end of the blade, knocking the blade open while pressing down with his front hand again, and the stick turned along the way and fell towards him.

Chen Chuan was guided by his skillful force, and the blade of his sword could not help but lift up. His sword was originally exposed, but he did not force it at this time. Instead, he raised his hand along with the force, faced the incoming stick, and continued to step forward, and lifted the handle of the long sword upwards, and with a bang, it hit the falling stick.

At the moment of collision, a force from the stick poured down, causing a large piece of the place where his feet were standing to shatter, and both feet were almost buried in it.

He did not use all of his alienated tissue to take the blow. He would do so during practice, but at this moment he would rather let his muscles and bones bear it, because this would allow his alienated tissue to be fully mobilized.

He was not good at using skills, but he could overwhelm his opponent with pure strength. This hard fight was the opportunity he had been waiting for. At this moment, he took a deep breath, and the alienated tissues throughout his body were violently pulled. An extremely powerful force burst out from the place where the stick and the knife touched.

You Xing immediately felt the change in force. He could have easily dissipated it, but the damage to the alienated tissue prevented him from making such a timely and subtle change. As a result, the stick was hit and bounced upwards, and he was driven back two steps by the force from it.

How could Chen Chuan miss this opportunity? He swung the knife, which was already raised in both hands, downwards towards the man. While retreating, You Xing turned the stick with both hands and held it horizontally in front of him.

With a bang, the force of the chopping came down on him, and his knees bent involuntarily. His feet sank, and not only did they step into the floor, but his ankles were buried in the soil below, as if they were nailed down.

He immediately realized that something was wrong. Without the support of his body, the power of the stick would be reduced by more than half.

Chen Chuan wanted to force the other person to fight him head-on. You Xing was stunned on the spot, which made him find the rhythm of his previous training.

While pressing down, he dragged it backwards, turned his wrist, and made a counter-attack. You Xing's eyes focused, and he grasped the stick with both hands and pushed it to one side quickly. He intended to use the force to push himself forward while blocking the knife. However, the power from the knife was light and fluttering, and it was totally lacking the strong force from before.

Because he also had the skills to distribute and mobilize the alien organization, this misjudgment did not cause him to use too much strength, but his own injuries made his plan of escaping fail. At this time, Chen Chuan used the knife's momentum again and chopped down again, so he had to raise the stick to block it again.

Chen Chuan slashed out more than ten times in a row. Although You Xing was frozen in place and unable to move, he blocked each blow with incredible ease. Relying on his solid basic skills, he never made any mistakes or had any defensive loopholes.

Because the two men fought too quickly, the powerful force and movements brought about a whistling airflow, and the rain that blew in splashed out before it fell on them. Even the brick and wood fragments produced by the collision were swept out. The lights on the ceiling shook violently, as if a vortex expanding outward had formed with the two people as the center.

You Xing had reached his limit at this moment. Due to the inconvenience of movement, it was difficult for him to use many of his skills. The power transmitted from Chen Chuandao was real. Although a part of each impact was eliminated by alienated organization, it knocked him down a little each time. Now the mud below was almost buried up to his calves.

And because he had lost the initiative, his injured alienated tissue could not recover, so when the 21st sword came at him, he lost his strength, and the stick suddenly slipped out of his hand and swung far away, leaving his chest wide open. Then a cold light flashed, and when he could see clearly, the sword had already pierced through his heart.

He looked up at Chen Chuan's calm eyes, knowing what would happen next. A look of fear appeared in his eyes, and he said, "Wait, wait, I..."

Chen Chuan said apologetically, "Sorry to bother you. Goodbye." He put his other hand on the back of the knife, stepped back, drew out the knife suddenly, turned around, and the blade swept from behind. With a "swish", You Xing's head flew out and rolled in front of the stone sculpture of a civet cat, bumped it, rolled back, and then stopped.

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(End of this chapter)