Atlas of Heaven and Man

The next morning, Chen Chuan woke up on time from a deep sleep. After getting up, he pulled open the curtains, pushed open the window, took a few deep breaths facing the morning glow on the horizon, washed up, and went out for breakfast.

After leaving the cafeteria, he headed straight for the combat training hall. On the way, he suddenly remembered the matter of that Maca student wanting to spar with him.

However, the other party's level was not high, so unless they came looking for him again, he wouldn't actively seek them out.

At this time, many students were already running around the Spring and Autumn Lake. The morning breeze swept across the lake surface, caressing his face and stirring up a few strands of hair. The wind in February was still a bit cold, but to him, it was very refreshing.

When he arrived at the arena, he went to his usual spot and picked up a training sword from the weapon rack next to him.

Although this was just a wooden sword, it was specially made before, with a special blade core inside. Its weight and length were almost the same as his Snow Monarch Blade, but today, he felt as if it had become a lot lighter.

Without a doubt, this was the result of the strengthened alienated tissues in his body.

Not only that, but yesterday he specifically checked his watch. The battle to eliminate the Flying Head had increased the overlapping time by about half an hour, which was a great improvement.

It could be imagined that as the opponents he encountered gradually became stronger, the overlapping time gained each time would likely be greater, which was undoubtedly a good thing.

He swung the sword in his hand a few times and then put his thoughts aside. He first went to the middle of the arena to practice for a while to warm up, and also to wait for today's opponent.

Although he was assigned to the Freehand Combat Department because of Cheng Zitong, he rarely attended invitation courses and open courses, so he didn't know many people in the Freehand Combat Department. On the contrary, he knew many people in the Combat Department.

However, the first-year students had just barely mastered the breathing techniques, so most of those who had sparred with him before were second-year or third-year students.

At this moment, a familiar figure walked in from outside.

"Senior Wu?"

He greeted.

Wu Han was stunned. After looking over, he revealed a smile, "Junior, you're here today." Seeing Chen Chuan holding a long sword, he became interested, "Come, come, let's try our hand today."

He walked to the weapon rack on the side and subconsciously picked up a long spear. After thinking about it, he was about to put it down when Chen Chuan's voice came from behind: "Senior Wu, use this one."

"Junior? Are you sure?"

Wu Han was a little surprised. A long weapon against a short weapon was generally advantageous, especially when a master wielded a long spear. You couldn't get close at all. To break a spear with a single blade, unless the terrain and other aspects were in your favor, you would likely be pierced by the spear before you could even get close.

Chen Chuan nodded.

Wu Han chuckled and raised his eyebrows, saying, "Junior, I know your swordsmanship is good, but… don't say that Senior took advantage of you."

Chen Chuan pointed the sword forward and said with a smile, "Let's try it."

Wu Han held the spear shaft, using his body to drive it, and pulled it out with a single movement. An ordinary short spear might not be as long as Chen Chuan's sword, but his spear was three meters long, almost twice as long as the Snow Monarch Blade. Moreover, under the control of his strength, there was no need to worry about instability and force exertion.

Just like now, he could hold the long spear with one hand at the back end, and even his fingers could gently twist on the spear shaft, the feeling of ease was like picking up a chopstick. It could be imagined that once he moved, it would be swift and fierce.

He held the spear and came to the middle of the arena, also pointing the spear tip at the opposite side. Because the spear shaft was too long and the grip was too far back, the spear body was also slightly bent.

At this time, several senior students saw the weapons held by the two and showed interested expressions, coming to the sidelines in twos and threes.

They knew Wu Han, who was a student of the Combat Department. Recently, he had obtained a weapon permit, which made many third-year students envious. And Chen Chuan was often seen here because he often competed here, and the level he showed in the past was also very high, so this spar was very interesting.

Wu Han reminded him at this time, "Junior, be careful!"

He held the spear shaft with both hands, with his waist close to the spear body. After probing twice, seeing that he didn't move, the spear tip flickered and suddenly stabbed over.

Seeing the spear tip coming, Chen Chuan did not block or dodge with his sword as expected, but instead raised his other empty hand and slashed like lightning. With a snap, the spearhead was actually cut off by his hand.

However, Wu Han did not stop because of this. He twisted his waist and hips, stepped down, and sent his backhand forward with a twist. The long spear rotated and stabbed in the direction of the force. This time, the stub of the spear directly poked at Chen Chuan's arm that was blocking in time, but he immediately felt blocked by a force, unable to penetrate.

The strength of the two people gathered in the middle, and there was a series of crackling sounds. The spear shaft broke in sections from the middle, scattering in all directions.

The surrounding spectators raised their hands to push away the flying broken shafts, but these things bounced high on the floor after landing, showing the strength originally contained in them.

Wu Han threw away the broken shaft in his hand and shouted excitedly: "Addictive!" He also praised: "Junior, this strength is really not bad!"

At this time, there was a lot of applause around. Although the battle just now was short, the response of both sides and the solid foundation they possessed were very commendable.

Especially Chen Chuan, although Wu Han's spear had no spearhead at the back, under the infusion of strength, even a wall would be penetrated, but he could block it with his shoulders and arms, which should also be the effect of strength, but it was not simple.

They had never seen anyone in the higher grades achieve this level, or even dare to do so. They guessed that Chen Chuan probably wasn't blocking head-on but was using some kind of technique.

This was possible. Although the劲力 (jingli, internal force) that students learned appeared to be transparent, each person had a different instructor, so there were always some unique and unknown techniques.

But this time, they were wrong.

Chen Chuan had just used a劲力 (jingli) similar to 'wrapping clothes劲(jing)' to resist the spear thrust. He deliberately used Wu Han's劲力 (jingli) to test the progress and toughness of his own异化组织 (yihua zuzhi, mutated tissue).

Now it seemed that it was indeed far superior to the past.

Although the Second Self overlapped for a moment, there were no signs of virtualization on the Second Self, indicating that he could completely withstand it in this situation.

He felt that even if he didn't use the Second Self overlap, he might be able to try it, after all, he wasn't afraid of getting hurt.

At this time, Wu Han went to the side and picked up another spear, saying with great interest, "Junior, want to try again?"

Chen Chuan smiled slightly, "Sure."

Speaking of this, he sighed, "It would be great if Big Brother Liu was still here."

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Chen Chuan said, "As long as we have enough ability, we can not only do what Senior Liu did, but also protect ourselves and then do more."

Wu Han nodded vigorously, "Junior, you're right, I have to work harder too!"

After lunch, Chen Chuan said goodbye to Wu Han and returned to his dormitory. It just so happened that the person installing the telephone had arrived. Because there was already a telephone line connected, it didn't take much time to install it.

However, according to regulations, this telephone could only be used by him alone, and there was a time limit every day. If any violation was found, the qualification for individual use would be revoked.

After the installer left, Chen Chuan came to the telephone, picked up the receiver, and originally wanted to call home, but thought that no one should be there at this time, so it would be better to wait until the evening.

After thinking about it, he called Ren Shu to tell him that if there were any commissions in the future, he could directly call this number. The latter was also very happy, so that communication would be more timely and convenient.

Ren Shu said on the phone, "Mr. Chen, the reward for handling this commission has been transferred to your account. This time, the Political Affairs Office gave our company a very high evaluation, but it's a pity that Mr. Chen is not the client, so a personal evaluation cannot be given."

Chen Chuan smiled. He didn't care about this. He wouldn't become a professional client. Doing commissions was just to obtain resources for combat training and facilitate his upward climb.

Ren Shu said again, "By the way, I have a lot of old strange tale commissions here. I wonder if Mr. Chen is interested?"

Chen Chuan glanced at the Second Self. Although the growth of the异化组织 (yihua zuzhi, mutated tissue) had stopped at the moment, the virtualization phenomenon on it had not completely disappeared, so he was not in a hurry.

"I just finished the Flying Head mission, so it seems that I have to wait a few days before taking on a commission."

"Right, right." The sound of Ren Shu patting his forehead came from the telephone receiver, "I was too excited and forgot about this. Mr. Chen, please rest well, I won't disturb you."

Chen Chuan put down the phone, but just as he was about to leave, the bell suddenly rang. He was also slightly surprised, picked it up, and it was the voice of the dormitory teacher.

"It's connected? Good, I'm notifying you that tomorrow morning at eight o'clock, you and the arranged students will gather in front of the dormitory building and go to the Foreign Affairs Bureau with the Maca exchange students. There will be a car to pick you up at that time, remember not to arrange other things."

Chen Chuan said, "Okay, the student remembers, thank you, teacher."

The dormitory teacher said, "If all of you could get scholarships, then I would save some effort, wouldn't I? I wouldn't have to notify you one by one when something happens."

Chen Chuan thought to himself, wouldn't that make you seem important?

The dormitory teacher then said with a smile, "You're not talking, are you saying bad things about me in your heart? It's okay, as long as the students study well, scolding the teacher a few times is allowed. This is a preferential treatment for you, hanging up."

Chen Chuan looked at the receiver, thinking that if you say that, wouldn't I be losing out if I didn't scold you a few times?

Hanging up the phone, he changed into his practice clothes, came to the private training room inside, adjusted his breathing, and continued today's work.

The next day.

At seven thirty in the morning, Chen Chuan had already packed up. Because it was a formal exchange occasion, he also changed into a student suit issued by the academy.

However, weapons were not allowed to be brought to foreign affairs exchanges, so the Snow Monarch Sword and firearms could not be brought, but in this kind of foreign affairs exchange occasion, there were also security teams present, so there was no need to worry about anything, and if it was really needed, as long as others had it, it meant that he also had it.

After doing the final tidying in front of the mirror, he put on his student hat, straightened it, and pushed the door out.

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