Atlas of Heaven and Man

The MACA student who received the oak leaf struggled for a moment, then glanced at Du Ma's determined face, and quickly retreated with the oak leaf, followed by several companions.

However, many MACA students still chose to stay and looked warily at Guan Xinyin, Luo Kaiyuan, and others.

Du Ma didn't try to persuade them any further, but just sighed.

Seeing people leaving, Chen Chuan stood still. He didn't care about the oak leaf, and with Du Ma blocking the way, he couldn't stop them anyway.

Guan Xinyin and Luo Kaiyuan also didn't move, but stared at Du Ma and those MACA students.

Chen Chuan didn't take the initiative to attack. If these people, including Du Ma, were willing to confront them here, there was no need to rush. The longer the time dragged on, the more people would arrive later. The MACA side should be the one anxious.

After the students behind him ran far away and left on two-wheeled motorcycles, Du Ma finally stopped waiting.

He stretched out his hands as if a bird spreading its wings, and the muscles on his body rhythmically pulsed as his hands opened. The shimmering light on them felt like water flowing smoothly, especially the fingers, which seemed to be plucking some tangible strings as they gently moved.

His breathing and movements were accompanied by a peculiar rhythm, as if he were playing music with his body.

At this moment, Guan Xinyin and Luo Kaiyuan suddenly felt uncomfortable, because every beat of Du Ma's muscle expansion and pulsation coincided with the gaps in their breathing rhythm.

The key to a fighter's exertion of strength lies in breathing. The opponent's accurate placement of the node at the connection of breaths meant that he could launch an attack on them in this gap.

This made them involuntarily want to avoid and adjust, but no matter how they changed, they would be accurately captured by Du Ma's movements, causing their breathing to become more and more chaotic, and their chests and abdomens gradually felt stuffy.

Du Ma didn't look at them, his eyes only fixed on Chen Chuan in front. A major characteristic of Yemai Studies is to sense the enemy's changes, guide and control the enemy.

The blood flow, breathing rhythm, and even the direction of power transmission of everyone here are within the perception of his mutated tissue. It is equivalent to the opponent being transparent to him unilaterally, so that he can rationally allocate skills and power, thereby controlling the direction of the battle.

Sometimes, if the difference between the two sides is relatively large, there is no need to even fight. The opponent can injure themselves due to disordered breathing rhythm.

However, Chen Chuan was an exception. Although he had just tried to induce Chen Chuan's breathing rhythm, Chen Chuan remained unmoved and maintained his original breathing. This instead put a burden on him, like trying to grab a line drawn on paper, visible but always impossible to pick up.

At this time, because of the initial shooting and subsequent fighting, there was no one coming or going on the entire street. It became empty from front to back, with only them standing here. However, in the buildings on both sides of the street, some people were carefully watching the movement on the street through the gaps in the curtains and doors.

Seeing him coming, Chen Chuan didn't retreat, but also stepped forward, walking up to him. After the two sides approached, he launched an attack first, kicking towards the opponent. This kick was very fast, and even from Du Ma's perspective, it was threatening enough.

So he lowered his body, trying to dodge, and his body had already made a forward突袭蓄势, but then he realized that this was a changing-line kick. Immediately, he slightly moved his body to the side and raised his hand to block it upward, immediately feeling a strong force transmitted from Chen Chuan's leg.

Although he received this move, he felt that the force was constantly penetrating inward, as if someone was constantly pushing him there. Under the resistance, he couldn't make other movements for a while.

After Chen Chuan restrained him in place with one kick, he took a step forward when his foot landed, reached out and grabbed, immediately grabbing Du Ma's raised forearm. Under normal circumstances, this could follow up with grappling and throwing, but he didn't do so, but tightened his five fingers!

The tearing force of Zheng San Shou was not only used on the face. The tearing force of the five fingers was enough to tear flesh, but with this exertion, he felt Du Ma's arm muscles tense up, like a suddenly inflated tire, becoming slippery and tough, and his fingers were actually bounced outward.

Immediately afterwards, he saw the other party's hand pierce out, with five fingers together, stabbing towards his chest like a poisonous snake, the speed was extremely fast. Seeing that it was too late to block, he slightly tilted his body, channeled his strength into his body, and actively crashed into it.

Du Ma felt that something was wrong. The fingers that were originally going to stab suddenly opened, turning into a palm and pushing outward, resisting his forward momentum. The other hand slapped away the hand that was trying to grab him again, and took the opportunity to grab Chen Chuan's chest clothes, ready to exert force to pull the opponent's center of gravity, but Chen Chuan kicked his ankle from below, and he immediately raised his foot.

But with this dodge, the power above could not be exerted. At this time, he saw Chen Chuan reaching out to try to grab his fingers. Having seen the strength on Chen Chuan's fingers just now, he knew that if he was caught, the place without the support of muscles and mutated tissue would definitely be torn to pieces with one grab, so he quickly let go and retreated.

As he retreated, Chen Chuan pressed forward, his hands drawing arcs aimed directly at Du Ma's ears. Du Ma ducked and withdrew, seemingly employing a technique that allowed him to instantly retreat two steps. He folded his elbows inward, bent his knees, and contracted his entire body like a spring, before suddenly releasing and launching a spiraling force upwards at an angle.

Chen Chuan met the attack with his forearm in a blocking stance. It was the first direct clash between the two since the fight began, resulting in a muffled thud, like two heavy objects colliding.

The result of this collision was that Chen Chuan remained rooted to the spot, while Du Ma stumbled back several steps. This caused the Maka students watching from behind to display expressions of disbelief.

Du Ma was one of the strongest young instructors in their academy; otherwise, he wouldn't have been chosen to lead the team this time. How could he be forced back in a head-on confrontation with a Wu Yi student?

They couldn't accept this outcome no matter what. They felt something must be wrong. The reality of the situation clashed with their emotional bias, plunging them into a conflicting state of anxiety and trepidation.

Guan Xinyin and Luo Kaiyuan didn't have so many doubts. They had personally experienced or witnessed Du Ma's strength earlier. Chen Chuan's ability to force him back filled them with surprise and a sense of admiration.

Chen Chuan watched Du Ma retreat, knowing that he hadn't truly won with that punch. A large area above his shoulder had become illusory, while Du Ma had simply dissipated the force by retreating, suffering no real damage.

The only difference was that, on the surface, he seemed to have gained the upper hand in this direct exchange.

However, after the exchange, he had a better understanding of the situation. In terms of pure strength, he might not be as good as this instructor who had reached the Second Limit, but his reaction speed should be no weaker, and perhaps even surpass him.

In that case, he could take advantage of his faster reaction speed to attack offensively, proactively trading injuries.

Therefore, he straightened up and continued to walk forward. In the eyes of the crowd, as he actively pressed towards Du Ma, he undoubtedly exuded a sense of pressure.

Du Ma looked at Chen Chuan, unharmed, and revealed a look of surprise and admiration, thinking to himself: "Talent, is it…"

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It wasn't just that last collision, but throughout their exchange, they had been using force almost constantly. Logically, a person at the First Limit would be unable to withstand emitting so much force; their body would give out first.

This was why a First Limit practitioner could never beat a Second Limit fighter. Not to mention the improvement in physical fitness and other aspects, the frequency at which they could use force was on a completely different level.

However, Chen Chuan seemed to have completely broken this rule. The only explanation was that he possessed a talent that was difficult for ordinary people to match.

He felt terrible. To think that such a talented person could be found in the Wu Yi branch of the Great Shun Republic, while they couldn't seem to find anyone like that even after searching the entire country.

After taking two steps, Chen Chuan suddenly accelerated forward and threw a punch. Du Ma saw it clearly, retreated slightly, and avoided the distance. At the same time, he kicked towards Chen Chuan's head, but the latter ignored it completely, allowing the kick to hit him while continuing to press forward, his backhand slamming heavily into Du Ma's chest.

Du Ma felt a tightness in his chest, his breathing constricted. Knowing things were bad, he hurriedly used both hands to block and parry, constantly deflecting the series of punches, elbows, and knee strikes that Chen Chuan followed up with, retreating repeatedly.

On the other side, Nali, who was fighting Zhuang Zhi, risked taking a punch to force his opponent back. He took a moment to look back and saw Du Ma being suppressed. He was somewhat anxious and puzzled. Why wasn't Instructor Du Ma using his best Maka Meridian Fist, and instead using fighting moves that leaned towards the Great Shun style? Wasn't that giving up his strengths?

Du Ma was actually very helpless. If he could have used that method, he would have done so long ago. He could sense Chen Chuan's aura, the flow of his blood, and even the strength of each attack, but the actual power and speed that the latter displayed were completely different, making it impossible for him to make a real judgment.

He also felt very uncomfortable because after twenty or thirty years of training, he had become accustomed to using his senses to coordinate his force and control his opponent. Now, he had encountered someone whose senses told him one thing, but whose actual performance was another. His brain knew what to do, but his body always took the first step and made what it thought was a "reasonable" response, which forced him to pay attention and correct his habits when making a move, always being a beat slower. This was fatal.

Moreover, even if Chen Chuan's strength wasn't as good as his, it wasn't too far off. His reaction and speed seemed to be even faster than his. Even if he hadn't consumed much stamina or suffered any damage, he was the one being suppressed in the situation.

At this moment, he realized that he might not be able to escape. But his students shouldn't have to face this outcome. He had to give them a chance to escape. Perhaps only by doing that could he bear all the blame himself.

Thinking of this, a look of determination appeared in his eyes. After choosing to clash head-on with Chen Chuan once again, he retreated far away using the force, then took a deep breath. He crossed his hands in front of him, and the muscles on his body suddenly began to writhe.

In just a moment, streaks of blue veins appeared on the surface of his body, like the thin stems and veins of leaves. At the same time, his body became red and hot, transmitting a sense of danger outwards.

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