Atlas of Heaven and Man

On the way back, Chen Chuan tried clenching his fist while running. Even though he couldn't use an alarm clock to verify it at the moment, he was certain that after this battle with Ding Shuo, the overlap time between the second me and himself had definitely increased.

Moreover, he had a feeling that this increase would be significant, possibly exceeding the time gained from defeating Shan Xiong.

However, the reason wasn't simply winning against Ding Shuo.

It was that when he overlapped with the second me and threw a full-force punch at Ding Shuo, his opponent could only parry. The unrestrained release of power, the exhilaration brought by launching attacks without any reservations, was the real reason that ignited his emotions and further promoted the overlap with the second me.

But he also had to consider a problem. He didn't know Ding Shuo's background, but Ding Shuo possessed a deeper level of strength than breathing techniques and had extremely strong resistance to blows. If he encountered someone like that in the entrance re-examination, how would he win?

Using strength against strength should be the most correct method, but from the information Yu Gang revealed, the level of strength was far higher than breathing techniques, probably not something he could master at this stage.

How should he deal with it?

He thought about it and decided to ask Yu Gang for advice again tomorrow. There should be a way here.

"Forty-one, forty-two, forty-three..."

Somewhere in a residential building, the young Wei Dong was doing inverted push-ups on the balcony railing. He kept counting in his mouth, and when he saw Chen Chuan running past below, he muttered, "He's back early today?"

These days, he exercised on the balcony morning and night and saw Chen Chuan passing through the long alley below every day, and he was already used to it. Watching Chen Chuan's back disappear, he came back to his senses, "Right, what number did I count to just now..."

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"Forget it, I'll start from the beginning..."

Chen Chuan ran all the way back home. Taking advantage of the early time, he took a shower, changed into clean clothes, and still wore the student suit he wore for the entrance exam that day.

The previous owner of his body had used some of his pocket money to buy books and watch movies. Usually, he wore mostly sturdy and durable clothes with very old styles. Only this one was decent and matched his current identity.

He left a note for Yu Wan and pushed his bicycle out the door.

After riding his bicycle onto the main road, he pedaled forward in the gentle evening breeze. The telephone poles on both sides of the road kept moving backward. In the deep blue gradient sky, golden-red flocculent fire clouds floated on the horizon, magnificent and dazzling.

This graduation party was held at the 'Duyi Hotel,' located near the city center square, twenty-seven stories high, and the second tallest building in Yangzhi City.

Although it wasn't yet dinner time, when he arrived, the hotel's parking lot was already full of vehicles.

He turned the handlebars, made a turn, parked his bicycle in the bicycle shed in the central square opposite the hotel, and then walked across the road.

When he walked to the hotel gate, he looked up. Today's graduation party was located on the rooftop terrace. Reserving a location here was not only expensive but also required some connections.

However, not all students studying at Municipal No. 1 High School were from ordinary families. There were also a few with particularly good family backgrounds and considerable influence. These classmates were responsible for organizing the party this time.

Walking into the revolving door, he passed through the lobby under the smiling guidance of a beautiful female greeter. He entered the elevator with several people.

The hotel's business was obviously very good. The elevator stopped and started on the first ten floors, with brightly dressed men and women constantly getting in and out. Most people couldn't help but take a few extra glances at him when they saw him entering the elevator.

Although he was only wearing a student uniform, he was not short. After more than a month of continuous high-intensity exercise, he looked very energetic. In addition, his facial features were upright, his eyes were clear, and his figure was very well-proportioned, making him visually pleasing.

After the twentieth floor, there were gradually fewer people. The elevator continued to rise. He watched the floor numbers on the roller turn upward one by one. After waiting until the twenty-seventh floor, the elevator car shook, and finally stopped. The lattice door slowly moved to both sides with a click.

Stepping out of the elevator, he entered a spacious safety corridor. Several elevator doors were lined up on both sides. Two female greeters were waiting in front of the door directly opposite. When they saw him coming, they smiled and handed him a registration book to sign, and then pushed open the corridor door for him.

Chen Chuan stepped over the relatively high concrete threshold and stepped outside, arriving at the rooftop terrace. Immediately, a gust of evening wind blew, stirring his hair.

This area was probably several thousand square meters, covered with rows of open-air shelters, with tables and chairs neatly arranged inside. This party was a buffet, and the waiters pushing the dining carts were setting up cutlery and preparing drinks and food.

Not far to the north was Yangzhi City's tallest building, the Molan Corporation's Gaoling Building. The deep blue glass curtain wall and the tall, streamlined building stood in a corner, out of place with the surrounding buildings.

Behind the building, a little to the north, you could see the distant Zhang Mountain, and the shadow of Jiao Mountain in the east was also clearly visible.

At this moment, the majestic sunset glow spilled down from the broken clouds, rendering rich gradient colors as it passed through the various buildings, while the vehicles and people below were bathed in a blend of light and dark twilight.

At this time, he heard bursts of exclamations and applause from behind. He looked toward the source of the sound and saw a group of students gathered there, with one person inside moving his fists and feet, accompanied by jumping and undulating.

He was immediately intrigued and walked over. He saw a slender boy in a training suit practicing moves, mainly kicks, occasionally spinning and sweeping, with shouts from his mouth, looking very imposing.

A classmate beside him introduced boastfully, "Senior Brother Sheng Hai is now a member of the 'Show Will Fist' club. He started practicing in the first year of middle school and has been doing it for four years now."

Chen Chuan had tried to learn about some of the local fist clubs and training halls in Yangzhi City for the exams. 'Show Will Fist' was originally a type of boxing introduced from abroad, but later, domestic fighting experts added some new moves and usages to make it more complete. It is considered a relatively popular genre nowadays.

Because the fist club is very good at publicity, it is now spread all over the country and has a high reputation. Because the movements of 'Show Will Fist' are fierce and handsome, many students practice this.

He had seen classmates practicing this boxing technique in school before. At that time, he just watched the excitement and thought the movements were quite good-looking, but now when he looks at it again, he has a different feeling.

These coherent movements are mostly just for visual impact. In a real confrontation, unless the difference between the two sides is too great, they generally cannot be used.

He understood a principle: the foundation of any fighting lies in the body, and the moves are just specific applications. Therefore, under normal circumstances, it is the person who is strong, not the moves or the school.

He watched carefully for a while. This classmate named Sheng Hai has decent strength, good coordination, and the movements have a good sense of rhythm. Not to mention how he is in actual combat, but he has definitely practiced for a long time and put in a lot of effort.

Sheng Hai practiced for a while, then stopped. Although he had been moving for a while, he was not out of breath at all, and he didn't sweat much.

He said with a smile, "Every year, the city and the government will send people to our 'Show Will Fist' club to select suitable boxers to participate in confrontation matches and arena matches. Film companies also often come to select action actors. Do you know Xi Mubing? The big action star came from our 'Show Will Fist' club. Joining our fist club offers many opportunities."

"Yes," the classmate beside him, who should be with him, said, "If you practice well, you can also go out and open a fist club. Our fist club's master started by joining the fist club as a student and then became the master."

As he said that, he immediately took out some advertising papers from his bag and distributed them to the surrounding students, saying, "Take a look, students. If you are interested, you can come to us, or you can go directly to the fist club to experience it. We offer free teaching for the first week."

At this time, a student suddenly asked, "How does 'Show Will Fist' club compare to the Martial Arts University?"

That classmate just laughed dryly.

There was a student who said, "Can that be compared? My dad said that the security consultants in their bureau are all students from the Martial Arts University, and the security equipment for the municipal government every year is also purchased from the Martial Arts University. What is a fist club?"

A female classmate also chimed in, "My mom said that there are many hooligans in the fist clubs, many who participate in gangs. It's better to go to such places less. If you want to learn fighting, it's better to go to a proper training hall and hire a trainer to come to teach. A course is only a few hundred."

After they said this, the other students were too embarrassed to take the advertising flyers. Some, even if they were too embarrassed to refuse directly, would secretly throw them away after taking them.

After the surrounding students dispersed, Sheng Hai and that male classmate only took a few steps when a gust of wind blew over, and a flyer floated out and was stepped on.

The male classmate said angrily, "How can they do this?"

Sheng Hai should have seen this situation before and wasn't too angry. He patted him on the shoulder and said, "Forget it, let's go."

"Oh." That male classmate thought for a while, then walked over and bent down to pick up the flyer. At this time, he felt a shadow in front of him. He looked up and saw a tall and upright boy walking up to him. He couldn't help but be stunned.

Chen Chuan reached out and said, "Classmate, can you give me a copy of the flyer?"

"Huh? Okay, okay!" The male classmate was very happy and handed him a flyer. He said enthusiastically, "My name is Liang Tong. If you want to go to the fist hall, you can ask me if you have any questions."

Chen Chuan took the advertising paper and looked at it, and asked, "I heard that there is a free week of teaching. What do you teach?"

Liang Tong said, "Mainly some basic moves."

Chen Chuan said, "What if you already have a little bit of foundation?"

Liang Tong said without hesitation, "That's fine too. Many students who come to the fist club have a certain foundation, and there are also those who have learned boxing in other fist clubs before. We will arrange for the students of the fist club to come up for confrontation experience, so that they can intuitively understand 'Show Will Fist'." He thought for a while, and added, "Of course, it is also possible to simply find sparring partners."

Chen Chuan said, "As long as the fee is in place, right?"

Liang Tong laughed.

Chen Chuan also smiled and said, "Thank you, classmate Liang."

"It's okay." Liang Tong remembered something and reminded, "The address is on the flyer. The fist clubs in each district are different. If you come to our district, you can get a discount with the flyer."

Chen Chuan said okay, then waved his hand and separated from the two.

Sheng Hai didn't say anything just now, but at this time he asked, "Is that classmate also from your First High School?"

Liang Tong said, "It should be. I've seen him before, he seems to be from Class Four, but I just can't remember his name."

Sheng Hai looked at Chen Chuan's receding back and said affirmatively, "That classmate of yours should have practiced."

Liang Tong said, "Is that so? I don't know. It's normal to have practiced, right?" He didn't find anything strange. There are fist clubs and training halls everywhere in Da Shun Republic. It's not uncommon for a student to have practiced boxing. Aren't Sheng Hai and himself like that?

Sheng Hai thought to himself that the 'practiced' he said was not that simple. When Chen Chuan was standing in front of him just now, he had an indescribable feeling, which he had only felt on the senior boxers and several coaches of the fist club.

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