Atlas of Heaven and Man

Chen Chuan could sense You Xing's breathing. Although it was still relatively steady, it was slightly uneven. As a fighter, this indicated that his injuries were more serious than they appeared, and it was likely that his internal mutated tissues were also damaged.

Based on his experience, he could tell that the injury had occurred at most half an hour ago, but there were no signs of fighting here. If the person wasn't into self-harm, then it was very likely related to a Strange Tale.

It seemed that his successful resistance had caused the man's current predicament.

However, he could help him get rid of these problems next.

He looked at the long staff pointing at him, stuck the Snow Monarch Saber into the ground, gripped the hilt, and walked forward, slowly drawing the saber out with a scraping sound.

Before Chen Chuan could fully unsheathe his saber, You Xing pushed off with his supporting leg, his body moved, and with a push from his back hand, he sent the staff forward, the tip suddenly stabbing towards Chen Chuan.

Chen Chuan guided the saber, placing it horizontally in front of him. With a clang, he felt a strong force pushing towards him, and the force carried within it was layered, first following the blade, then penetrating into his body along the arm holding the saber, giving him the feeling of being pushed in place, unable to mobilize himself.

If he hadn't mastered the technique of deflecting force earlier, instinctively using mutated tissues to eliminate this force, then without using his Second Self, the saber might have been knocked out of his hand.

A skill-based opponent?

He couldn't help but recall what Teacher Zheng had said: these types of opponents were the most annoying and should be killed as soon as possible.

You Xing, holding the end of the staff with one hand, steadily maintained his forward thrusting posture and said in a hoarse voice, "As expected, you've taken medicine."

This was just a test. If he hadn't taken medicine, a fighter below the Third Threshold wouldn't have been able to keep up with his movements just now, and would have been killed with a single strike.

Although the effects of the medicine usually didn't last long, and it seemed like he could easily capture him after the effects wore off, he didn't dare to delay at this moment.

Since the other party had come alone, he must have made preparations. Perhaps reinforcements might arrive later, and this place was clearly exposed. He needed to kill the person as soon as possible so he could retreat earlier.

Chen Chuan stared ahead. Although Teacher Zheng's statement was correct, he didn't have Teacher Zheng's skills. Moreover, this was a rare opponent, and he had to use this person to hone his swordsmanship.

Before, it was because the high state after the overlap of the Second Self had a time limit, but now his main body could reach this state, and the Second Self could withstand various attacks, so there was no need to rush to pursue results.

One had to know, sparring partners were not easy to find.

He exerted a little force in his hand, and with a clang, the Snow Monarch Saber was completely drawn. He slowly raised the saber, pointing it forward.

With a certain distance between them, the tips of the two weapons slowly approached. Both of them maintained a certain posture, maintaining steady breaths. And just as the two weapons were about to touch, they both moved at the same time!

The two weapons collided with a clang. You Xing, at the moment of knocking the saber away with his long staff, slightly deflected the tip of the staff outwards.

At this time, his upper arm remained still, he only sank and lifted his center of gravity, and his wrist twisted accordingly, drawing out a spiral force from below, layering and converging it together, and then transferring it to the long staff.

In this instant, the staff, which was originally slightly bent outwards, suddenly straightened. He then took half a step forward and sent it forward, all the force quickly converging at the front of the staff, once again stabbing towards Chen Chuan's head.

Chen Chuan deflected the vibrating force that had penetrated into the saber during the collision, and lifted the saber upwards, placing it on the necessary route. Although he successfully deflected the long staff, the force transmitted from it caused the saber to tremble incessantly, and subtle forces constantly drilled into his body. Even if he tried to reduce it, there was still a prickly, numb feeling.

And the tip of the staff that had stabbed past broke through the rain curtain, exposing itself to the rain that was drifting in from behind. The rain there seemed to explode outwards, showing the strength of the force.

You Xing pulled back with his back hand, changing from stabbing to sweeping, striking horizontally. Chen Chuan ducked to avoid it, intending to draw his saber and launch a close-range slash, but seeing that the staff was about to sweep back again, he retreated again. A gust of wind with a dull sound swept past in front of his cheek, even the hair on his forehead was stirred up.

At this time, he had already reached the rain curtain, so he took a few big steps back and retreated to the open space outside the eaves.

You Xing seemed to be following closely, always maintaining a distance where the tip of the staff could barely touch Chen Chuan. After exiting the door, with rapid steps, the staff swept diagonally again. This time, Chen Chuan took advantage of his inconvenience in swinging through the door, took a step forward, used the saber to block the staff, and tried to break into the inner circle to unleash his saber techniques.

The force had just clashed with the long staff, and the staff shook, instantly dissolving the force. At the same time, it pressed downwards, immediately suppressing the saber he had raised. There was a clinging force on it, and Chen Chuan couldn't break free for a moment. The long saber was twisted twice by the staff, and then the long staff suddenly pushed outwards.

Originally, after these two build-ups, the force could have been unleashed to knock the long saber away, and even pull the whole person up. However, You Xing's mutated tissues were damaged, and the force was not strong enough, so he failed to send out the full force.

Chen Chuan felt a strong force coming from his hand, as if someone had grabbed the saber and was pulling it violently to one side. He stepped back with his rear foot, his center of gravity sank, and two sets of mutated tissues simultaneously formed a sinking force, forcibly holding the saber in place, and his body didn't even sway.

And at this time, the water mist that had exploded when the initial staff strike was launched had completely dissipated in the air. The cool water droplets fell on the two of them along with a gust of wind, and the surrounding branches and rain curtain also swayed along with it.

You Xing retracted his staff after exhausting his strength, pulling back with both hands, while slightly recovering his breath.

Chen Chuan tore off the outer garment, revealing the black casual clothes underneath. Rain fell on him, and wisps of faint white vapor rose from his body. Under the light in front of the door, he seemed to be enveloped in a layer of white light.

Chen Chuan stepped back to avoid it. Seeing the range of his attack widen, he immediately took advantage of the staff's movement to one side to block it with his knife. At the same time, he took a vertical step inward, causing the bricks under his feet to shatter. Before the shattered pieces outside his body could fall to the ground, he swept them up and charged forward.

But then he saw You Xing place his front hand on the staff, using his rear hand as a pivot to press down. He deliberately exposed the rear end of the staff, which immediately pried up, accurately striking the front end of the blade. As the knife was knocked open, his front hand pressed down again, and the staff turned smoothly, smashing down towards him.

Chen Chuan was guided by his skillful force, and the blade involuntarily lifted upward, exposing his defenses. However, at this moment, he did not try to force it down. Instead, he lifted his hand along with the force, and facing the attacking staff, he continued to step forward, lifting the hilt of his long knife upward, creating a clang as it blocked the falling staff.

In the instant of impact, a force poured down from the staff, causing a large area of the ground where his feet were planted to crack open, and his feet were almost buried in it.

He did not use his mutated tissue to fully receive this blow. He would do so during practice, but at this moment, he preferred to let his muscles and bones bear it, because this would allow his mutated tissue to be fully mobilized.

He was not good at using skills, but he could overwhelm his opponent with pure strength. This hard block was the opportunity he had been waiting for. At this moment, he took a breath, and his mutated tissue throughout his body was suddenly activated, and a powerful and unmatched force burst out from the point where the staff and knife made contact.

You Xing immediately felt the change in force. He could have dissipated it, but the damage to his mutated tissue prevented him from making such timely and subtle changes. As a result, the staff was knocked upwards, and he was forced to take two steps back by the force it carried.

Chen Chuan seized this opportunity and would not let it go. He raised the blade, which was already raised with both hands, and suddenly slashed down at the person. You Xing, in the process of retreating, turned the staff in his hands and held it horizontally in front of him.

With a clang, the force of the slash pressed down, and his knees bent involuntarily, and his feet sank as well, not only stepping into the floor, but also burying his ankles in the mud below, as if he had been nailed down.

He immediately knew something was wrong. If he lost the momentum of his body, the power of the staff would be greatly reduced.

Chen Chuan wanted to force him to confront him head-on. You Xing was stuck in place, which allowed him to find the rhythm he had during training.

While pressing down, he dragged it back, and then twisted his wrist, a reverse sweep. You Xing's eyes narrowed, and he gripped the staff with both hands, quickly pushing it to the side, intending to use the force to push himself away when he blocked the knife. However, the force from the knife was light and飘飘, completely lacking the powerful劲力 of before.

Because he also had the skill of allocating and mobilizing mutated tissue, this misjudgment was not enough to make him overexert himself, but his own injuries dashed his hopes of escape. At this time, Chen Chuan brought the knife勢 again, and another slash came down, and he had to raise the staff to block again.

Chen Chuan slashed out more than a dozen times in a row. Although You Xing was stuck in place and unable to move, he blocked each knife with incredible danger, relying on his solid basic skills, and never made a mistake or exposed a flaw in his defense.

Because the two men fought too quickly, and the powerful force and movements stirred up a whistling airflow, the rain that blew in splashed out before it even fell on them. Even the brick and wood fragments generated by the collision were swept out together, and the light on top shook violently, as if a vortex expanding outward was formed with the two as the center.

You Xing had reached his limit at this moment, because his inability to move made it difficult for him to use many skills, and the force from Chen Chuan's knife was real. Although a part of each collision was dissipated by the mutated tissue, each time it knocked him down a little, and now the mud below was almost buried up to his calves.

And because he had lost the initiative, his injured mutated tissue could not recover, so when the twenty-first knife slashed over, he lost his strength, and the staff suddenly slipped from one hand, swinging far away, and his chest was wide open. Then, a cold light flashed, and when he saw clearly, the long knife had already pierced through his heart.

He looked up at Chen Chuan's calm eyes, knowing what was about to happen, and a look of horror appeared in his eyes, and he said, "Wait, wait, I..."

Chen Chuan said apologetically: "Sorry, I disturbed you, have a good journey." He pressed the back of the knife with his other hand, retreated, and suddenly drew the knife, swiped the blade from behind, and with a chi sound, You Xing's head flew out, rolled to the stone statue of the civet cat, bumped into it, rolled back a little, and then stopped.

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