Atlas of Heaven and Man

While suspended in the air, Jing Lin raised one hand to the side of his cheek, while the other hand reached straight forward.

As the distance rapidly closed, the outstretched hand, which initially seemed some distance from Chen Chuan, suddenly experienced a wriggling of the arm muscles, causing it to abruptly extend, reaching directly in front of Chen Chuan, seemingly about to touch the latter's collarbone.

However, at that moment, Chen Chuan's figure flashed forward, narrowly avoiding the hand, and instantly appeared in front of Jing Lin, the timing and rhythm of which were incredibly precise.

Jing Lin, however, revealed a smug smile, and taking advantage of Chen Chuan's approach, he suddenly tore open his mouth, the seams splitting directly to his ears, revealing sharp teeth inside, and lunged at Chen Chuan.

But as soon as this action began to materialize, a fist carrying immense power slammed heavily into his abdomen, and a burst of explosive force surged into his body.

Jing Lin groaned, his entire body arching backward, his hands and feet flailing forward, and even his long, snake-like tongue was spat out.

Chen Chuan raised his hand again, grabbed his head, and tossed it aside with disdain. Jing Lin flew horizontally, crashing to the ground, rolling several times, and then lay sprawled there in a partially twisted posture, his eyes rolled back, his mouth wide open, already unconscious.

Chen Chuan merely glanced at him casually before looking forward again. From beginning to end, his attention hadn't been focused much on Jing Lin, nor had he clearly heard what the man was saying. His focus remained on the car behind, because he knew that the person there was the one he needed to deal with today.

Tan Wang sat in the car, watching the scene unfold. This time, on his return to undergo the implant reconstruction surgery, he had taken Jing Lin along for some modifications. Although they were all low-grade, soon-to-be-disposed implants, and not particularly compatible with him, they had undoubtedly greatly increased his combat power compared to before.

He thought that if Jing Lin could take care of Chen Chuan, he wouldn't have to do it himself. Even if he couldn't, he could just watch a show. But he didn't expect him to be dealt with in one exchange. It seemed that the information in those files wasn't exaggerated.

In that case, he would have to do it himself.

After all, he was just a fighter who hadn't crossed the threshold.

He reached out and pushed the door open, stepped out of the car, adjusted his imported suit, closed the door casually, and slowly walked towards Chen Chuan.

Reaching close, he stopped, first glanced at Jing Lin lying there, stroked his chin, and said with some dissatisfaction, "You hit my toy. There should be some compensation, right?"

Chen Chuan looked at him and said calmly, "Teacher Tan, I know what you're here to do."

"Oh?"

Hearing his words, Tan Wang was a little curious. He found Chen Chuan's behavior interesting, so he didn't mind cooperating. "Why is that?"

Chen Chuan unbuttoned his coat one by one, took it off, and threw it forcefully to the other side. Then, he reached out and gripped the handle of the knife. His hair and shirt collar fluttered in the wind as he slowly said, "Because you have enough weight. You are an indispensable piece of the puzzle."

At this moment, dark clouds surged above, the sky and earth were dim, the wind grew stronger, countless branches and leaves flew across the reed marshes, and a bolt of lightning suddenly flashed across the sky, followed by a muffled thunder that rumbled past, the vibration sounding as if it was rolling around them both.

Tan Wang narrowed his long eyes, seeming to dislike Chen Chuan's tone at the moment.

But he also felt strange. In the past, no matter what reaction the prey made, he wouldn't feel disgusted, only novel and interesting, unlike now.

He looked at the sky, attributing it to the weather.

He put his hands in his pockets, "It's going to rain soon. I don't want my newly bought clothes to get wet, so I'm sorry, but I have to ask you to die quickly."

After saying this, his body leaned forward. As he stepped forward, the surrounding flying and swirling stems and leaves, the swirling branches, and the tiny water droplets all seemed to slow down.

After reaching the Third Limit, a fighter's nerve reaction speed and physical coordination will greatly surpass those of the past. In their eyes, the actions of fighters below this limit are like slow motion, unable to keep up with their movements and speed.

Moreover, he had added implants to his body. Most fighters only strengthen certain mutated tissues, which inevitably leads to flaws, like a lame giant.

But after adding implants, many shortcomings can be made up, giving them more comprehensive abilities, so he can withstand greater intensity and maintain this state for a longer period.

Facing Chen Chuan, he was more in a cat-and-mouse mood.

As he approached Chen Chuan, looking at the latter's seemingly motionless figure, he revealed a playful look, and stretched out a hand towards the latter's face.

Chen Chuan had been watching Tan Wang, but the figure suddenly disappeared from his sight. However, he didn't panic. As another lightning bolt flashed across the sky, the second self that was originally beside him suddenly vanished and instantly merged with him at this moment!

His sight caught Tan Wang's figure again. He watched as the other party's hand gradually approached, and with a spin, he drew his knife, bringing out a flash of light!

Tan Wang felt something was wrong when he saw Chen Chuan's gaze. His long-honed danger perception made him react quickly, and he raised his hand.

With a clang, he directly used his arm to block the knife strike, and a hint of surprise appeared on his face, because Chen Chuan's speed had suddenly increased.

Before he could figure this out, the light of the knife rose again, slashing at him continuously. He quickly retreated to dodge, constantly using various parts of his body to block the knife.

It could be seen that dense scales had risen on his face and body. This was the implanted armor on his body, which grew together with his own mutated tissue, and with the cooperation of strength and the high-toughness muscles under the skin, it could resist small-caliber firearms and various knives and swords.

He didn't need extra weapons, because he himself was a weapon.

After blocking more than a dozen knife strikes in a row, he gradually recovered from the state of being passively attacked. After blocking another stab, the muscles in his legs and back squirmed for a while, and he suddenly leaned back, leaping out in an unconventional posture, instantly breaking free from the range of the knife.

After reaching the back, he somersaulted in the air and stood firm again.

Although he had escaped the knife's momentum, after the continuous slashing just now, even if he was fine, the imported suit on his body had turned into strips of cloth.

Rumble, accompanied by another thunderous sound, the long-brewing torrential rain finally fell at this time, quickly making a dense rustling sound on the ground.

Chen Chuan held the long knife in one hand, stroked the back of the knife with the other, and held it diagonally in front of him, saying, "It seems that Teacher Tan doesn't need to change clothes."

Tan Wang snorted and tore off all the clothes on his body that had become rags, revealing a body full of gray-blue scales.

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At this time, the muscles around his eyes squirmed for a while, and his eyes suddenly turned into vertical pupils.

This was his mutated snake pupil. By expanding the range of the pupil, he could receive more light and improve visual acuity, which was especially suitable for combat in this almost dim environment.

Chen Chuan glanced at the scales on his body. He could feel that when the knife struck just now, the force was difficult to land, and it was all slipped away by a flexible force. In addition to the function of the scales themselves, it should also be combined with the dissipation of force.

As a higher-limit fighter, Tan Wang himself should have a lot of experience in dealing with sword weapons, and it is not surprising that he can do this.

And he didn't suffer from the confrontation just now, because using force to resolve it also consumes physical strength. Even if he reaches the third limit, he can't exert it infinitely. He can make the opponent use force to resist with just ordinary knife slashes, which is a profit from a tactical point of view.

After merging with the second self, as long as he doesn't suffer serious impact, he can now maintain a combat state for eight hours, and how long can Tan Wang continuously output force, even if he is at the third limit?

At this time, Tan Wang stared at Chen Chuan for a while, and the ease he had at the beginning when he was teasing his prey was long gone from his eyes. He was surprised that Chen Chuan's speed could keep up with him. What kind of drug did he use?

"Is it some new medicine from 'Heaven Follows Hundred Herbs'?"

This was the most likely thing. There were no such high-level implants outside the central city, but there were various unverified prohibited drugs circulating, and sometimes special effects did occur.

But in this way, Chen Chuan was equivalent to pulling his reaction and speed to almost the same level as him, so his advantage that was enough to crush fighters below the limit no longer existed.

But fortunately, general drugs have medicinal effects. When the medicinal effects pass, there will be a more tired and even a dilapidated body left.

Because a person is a whole, Chen Chuan can only reach the second limit at most, and it is impossible to have the physical strength of the third limit. Forcibly elevated by drugs does not mean that there is no damage, it is only temporarily suppressed.

This kind of medicine is still useful. I can ask about the origin after the end, and maybe I can make a profit to make up for the loss this time.

He turned his thoughts in his heart, slowly separated his feet, stood still, and did not take the initiative to attack. He was waiting for the arrival of the end of the drug effect.

Chen Chuan did not choose to confront him. He wanted to force Tan Wang to fight him. He needed to keep a certain amount of pressure on the latter, so that he would keep using his strength to resist, continuously consuming his physical strength, so as to increase his chances of winning little by little.

He stepped forward and slashed diagonally, the blade splitting a perfect arc of water in the torrential rain.

However, in Tan Wang's eyes, this move undoubtedly confirmed his own speculation. He chuckled and took a step back, moving backwards at an extremely fast speed, his figure blurred, as if he had suddenly disappeared in place.

However, after Chen Chuan took a step forward, his figure seemed to disappear as well, and then a series of collision sounds came from the air.

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