Atlas of Heaven and Man

Chen Chuan had previously felt that he couldn't afford the academy's recommendation opportunities due to their high price, but this time he felt he could try applying.

Because he always felt that the money lying in his platform account would be taken away by someone by any means possible, even if he didn't use it himself, so he might as well exchange it for something of value sooner.

After contacting the academy platform, he found the application section and checked it. They provided an application form.

The form had an appendix explaining that every formal student of the Martial Valor Academy could apply once a month. The academy would adjust the order based on the student's application time, evaluation score, and the number of applicants. Each irradiation would cost an internal fee ranging from three thousand to five thousand yuan.

Chen Chuan looked at the number. At this rate, ten thousand yuan wouldn't last long, probably only supporting him for two or three times. However, being able to support him for two or three months was still acceptable, and he could think of other ways next.

After filling out the form, he submitted it. Soon after, the platform informed him that he had entered the queue and asked him to wait patiently for a specific reply.

After a while, the platform notified him again that because the monthly quota had already been set at the beginning of the month, he would have to wait until next month. He would be charged three thousand yuan. Below was an additional message informing students that if they were unable to pay, the academy could provide loan services with an interest rate of only twenty-five percent.

He casually swiped away the message. Queuing up wasn't a problem, as long as he could actually get his turn.

He tidied up his things, took a shower, and after returning, he pulled down the curtains and browsed today's news.

Despite the fact that the explosion at the Taowo Market killed many people, perhaps because it wasn't qualified to be on the mainstream news or due to timing, he couldn't find any reports. He could only see it in the fringe news.

The report there was about a fighter's violent crime, which was quickly resolved by the Enforcement Officers of the Bureau of Handling Affairs. The comment section below was, as always, full of arguments.

Chen Chuan saw himself in the scene footage. Judging from the angle, the person who released this footage was likely one of the security patrol members at the time.

People were also arguing about his strength below. Most people believed he was a Third Threshold fighter because his speed was extraordinarily fast, almost imperceptible to ordinary people.

However, he noticed that a person named "Dancing on Bottle Caps" left a very interesting voice message:

"I'm sure this is a Second Threshold fighter.

There are differences between Second Threshold fighters as well. The reason you can't see his movements clearly is because this person's overall coordination is excellent. From leaping up to breaking through the window and then falling into the market, the whole process is seamless, without any pauses, and the power is distributed perfectly, not a bit more or less."

His words immediately provoked a wave of ridicule, saying that he was pretending to understand when he didn't, and more analyses proved him wrong.

Chen Chuan knew that the judgment of "Dancing on Bottle Caps" was correct because he indeed did not use the speed and power comparable to the Third Threshold at that time.

However, not everyone in the comments below disagreed with "Dancing on Bottle Caps." One person said that he was right because the leaping action at that time was very smooth, bringing a very comfortable enjoyment to people like them who understood fighting.

Because Chen Chuan's back was facing the camera in the scene, and his face couldn't be seen, they also discussed his identity below. Someone thought he was not from the Bureau of Handling Affairs because that outfit was not the uniform of the Bureau of Handling Affairs, but rather more like that of the Bureau of General Affairs. However, this comment disappeared immediately, and it seemed that this person never spoke again afterward.

While Chen Chuan was checking, a call suddenly came in. He saw that it was Tan Zhi calling him, so he answered it. The latter's voice immediately rang out:

"I say, Student Chen, how about coming out to relax this break day? By the way, I'll introduce you to some classmates. You might be able to help each other in the future."

Chen Chuan asked, "Where are we going?"

He asked, "Is it safe?"

"Absolutely safe. We've held many activities before. We won't leave the central city sea area, and all the boundary permits can be used. It won't be boring."

Chen Chuan said, "Okay, Student Tan, I will go. Thank you."

Tan Zhi said, "You're welcome. I was the one who guided you when you enrolled. We should contact each other more often. Student Chen, you will slowly understand."

After Chen Chuan finished the call, he watched the news for a while, then casually checked the movies below. The previous Chen Chuan liked to watch movies very much, but old movies and central city movies are different. The latter has a real sense of immersion, especially when wearing the boundary permit provided by the Bureau of Handling Affairs, which makes people feel like they are there.

This way, even some old movies can bring a novel feeling, allowing people to better immerse themselves in the movie and experience the world of the protagonist.

But after watching the ads for three minutes, it prompted him to pay. He decisively closed it. Seeing that it was almost ten o'clock, he went to rest.

The next morning at five o'clock, he woke up on time. He started with his daily training. At eight o'clock, he contacted Teacher Zheng, who taught him knife techniques. The latter said he was free now, and if it was convenient, he could come over now. So, he tidied up and went out.

Teacher Zheng's residence was in the Wuding District, not far from the Xuangong Building. It only took him about ten minutes by car, so he arrived before eight thirty. After knocking on the door, the teacher opened it himself and led him inside with a smile.

This teacher was under fifty years old, with a burly figure, a ruddy complexion, a full beard, and a loud voice. He spoke directly and gave the impression of being very forthright.

Entering the gate, there was a spacious front yard. Under the retractable rain shelters on both sides were various knives, at least dozens in total, in various shapes from home and abroad.

Teacher Zheng said, "My house looks pretty big, right? Heh, big as it is, I'm still carrying a loan. I also need to complete some tasks assigned by the Bureau of Special Affairs. Young man, you need to think about it too. When you graduate from the academy, if you want to make a name for yourself in the central city, you'll need a place of your own sooner or later."

As he spoke, he walked to the weapon rack and said, "I'll take a look at your basics first." He casually picked up a knife from the weapon rack and then gently chopped at Chen Chuan.

His movements were not fast, allowing Chen Chuan to see clearly, but he had a feeling that he couldn't avoid it. He immediately raised his knife to meet it, but didn't feel any force on the blade, as if it really was just a light, floating strike.

However, just as he thought this, a force suddenly surged up. He reacted quickly and immediately adjusted, but his whole body was pushed sideways half a step by this force.

Teacher Zheng put down the knife and said, "I roughly know your level."

Chen Chuan pondered in his heart. He had been suppressing his state since entering the door, because for this kind of technical training, suppressing his state would make it easier to achieve results. Otherwise, if he relied solely on strength and speed, this training would be meaningless.

But that one strike, he felt that even if he released his state, he wouldn't be able to block it. It was very likely that the result would still be the same.

There was nothing special about it, it was just that Teacher Zheng's skill in using force was far superior to his. Even if he knew the subtlety of this strike, he probably wouldn't be able to keep up with the power adjustment.

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Of course, a real life-and-death battle was different from this, but skill was undoubtedly completely suppressed. However, this was precisely the purpose of his coming here to learn.

Teacher Zheng then said, "Skills can be practiced, but a person's courage and confidence are easily scattered and not easily gathered. You didn't block the strike just now, but what I saw was your unconvinced and undaunted gaze. That's very good. It's not shameful to be inferior in skill. Just find a way to catch up. If you don't have that drive, then practicing is a waste of time."

"Well, your foundation is very solid, so many steps can be omitted. Based on your situation, I will break this training down into several stages. Today, I will first teach you how to defend."

He got straight to the point, without any hesitation, and immediately began to demonstrate with the knife, teaching Chen Chuan how to cooperate with breathing and alienized tissues to neutralize and dissipate force.

He was very patient. When teaching, he didn't seem as rash as he appeared on the surface. At crucial moments, he could always point out some subtle shortcomings that Chen Chuan had overlooked. His teaching was like his knife skills, rough yet delicate.

Chen Chuan practiced for a morning and basically mastered the use of these forces. After all, his foundation was there. The Zhou Yuan Force Technique made his own alienized tissue coordination quite high, so he didn't have to adjust as painstakingly as others.

In fact, if the alienized tissues were not enough to support the original exertion of force, then the teacher would need to find a way to adjust the student's method of exerting force, or find a way to take medicine, and try to grow some alienized tissues in areas that already had a foundation to cooperate.

This is what a teacher who instructs in skills really needs to do.

They often cannot completely impart the skills to the students, but need to carefully select or adjust the force based on the student's alienized tissues. This requires a certain amount of knowledge and professional ability. Even if an ordinary fighter is very strong, they do not have the ability to teach students in this way.

And Chen Chuan mastered it so quickly, which surprised Teacher Zheng. In this case, he could directly skip those adjustment steps and directly enter the key part.

"The best way to master skills is through actual combat. There is nothing that can train people more than this. For a fighter, it is better to fight once than to say it a hundred times."

Teacher Zheng shouted, "Zheng Tongtong."

Quick and rhythmic footsteps came from outside. After a while, a very sturdy girl in her early twenties walked in. She looked very similar to Teacher Zheng, with a round face, thick arms and legs, but she didn't feel bloated at all. On the contrary, she gave people a very agile feeling when walking.

Teacher Zheng said, "This is student Chen Chuan. You spar with him for a few moves."

"Okay."

Zheng Tongtong seemed to have inherited Teacher Zheng's straightforward personality. Without saying a word, she picked up a heavy, thick-backed knife from the rack, clasped her fist at Chen Chuan, and said, "Junior, please enlighten me."

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