Atlas of Heaven and Man

At ten in the morning, the dueling arena's ring matches were in full swing. Today's battle was between Huo Yucheng and Yu Shen, and a total of three matches were scheduled.

In this kind of competition, the organizers would never allow them to determine life and death immediately. This would not be in the interest of the competition, as referees and on-site security would be watching, and a loss would be immediately declared as soon as one person was knocked down, and the two would be separated in time.

Even if there were serious injuries or physical disabilities, the medical team could rescue them in time, or replace them with implants.

At this time, the two had already walked onto the stage and began the pre-match publicity and encouragement, a process that usually took three quarters of an hour or even more than an hour.

However, at this moment, there was a commotion in the arena, and the two people who were cooperating with the pre-match publicity were a little surprised, not understanding what had happened.

A huge screen flickered, showing a scene of a crossroads, where the ground was a mess, with cars rear-ending, overturning, and piling up everywhere. Some of the vehicles were even smashed and cut in half, which didn't look like a traffic accident, but rather like the aftermath of a battle.

Then the scene zoomed in, and they saw two figures confronting each other. The destruction around them should be related to these two people. If so, these two people were undoubtedly Third Threshold combatants.

And someone immediately recognized the identity of one of them.

Wei Wusheng!

The most wanted criminal who has appeared most frequently in the news recently, but at this moment, he seems a bit miserable.

Who is the other person fighting him?

After the field signal was restored, the battle between Chen Chuan and Wei Wusheng attracted the attention of the competition organizers. After temporary discussion and decision, they requested to delay the match in the arena and transfer all field resources to the crossroads.

This was a battle of Third Threshold combatants. The competition organizers were willing to seize this opportunity to increase popularity, because without the competition's equipment, the audience could not see such fights at all, so they did not lose anything, and this could greatly win the favor of the audience, especially the upper and middle classes.

At this moment in the arena, Wei Wusheng, who was originally sitting, suddenly raised his head. In this instant, different eyes appeared in his two eyes, one resolute and brave, the other gloomy and treacherous, like two different people.

The internal alienated tissue and muscles twisted for a while, resetting the dislocated shoulder that had been kicked, and the bruising on it also subsided. Then, he stood up as if nothing had happened.

Not only that, the muscles on his body faintly bulged a circle, and you could see streaks of blue veins bulging from the muscles, especially the trapezius muscle bulging high behind his neck, and his body seemed to be a little taller as well.

The people from the Bureau of Handling looked solemn when they saw this scene. Horizontal training is exceptionally resistant to blows. No matter how many times he is knocked down, he can recover and maintain his state in a very short time unless it is a fatal injury.

Fortunately, quite a bit of time has passed. As long as Chen Chuan can hold on and drag it out until reinforcements arrive, it doesn't matter even if he can't knock this person down.

Wei Wusheng walked towards Chen Chuan again. When passing a van, he casually lifted it up and threw it towards Chen Chuan's location from dozens of meters away.

At this time, Chen Chuan leaned his body forward, and at the same time, he tapped the ground with his feet, and his figure instantly swept across the entire street, rushing towards Wei Wusheng. Even after frequency modulation, in the eyes of everyone, the two collided in the blink of an eye.

This time, when Wei Wusheng faced Chen Chuan, he was first punched in the chest by the latter, but this punch did not knock him down or back as before. Instead, he stood firm and struck back. Chen Chuan swayed to dodge, turned around, and kicked out, which Wei Wusheng blocked with his shoulder, returning a kick in the same way.

Because the two people were moving too fast and constantly spinning around their opponents, the surrounding scenery seemed to be moving rapidly as well.

Wherever they passed, everything they touched was shattered. Broken pits and holes caused by the collision of the two people's power constantly appeared on the road, and from time to time, cars were hit, overturned, or moved sideways.

Wei Wusheng blocked Chen Chuan's attacks if he could, and if he couldn't, he would take them head-on with his horizontal training, while feeling the rhythm of the opponent's breathing.

After taking hundreds of punches head-on, he noticed an opportunity. He snapped his hand and grabbed Chen Chuan's arm, sending out his capturing force to lock the latter, but the force failed to move the latter. Instead, Chen Chuan grabbed his hand and pulled it over, turned around on the spot, and threw the person out with a whoosh, knocking over several cars in a row.

A moment later, these cars were blasted open, and Wei Wusheng's tall body rushed out again. Chen Chuan slightly lowered and leaned over, dodging several powerful punches and sinister captures, grabbed his elbow, and at the same time, moved inward, with his five fingers spread, and his other hand reached towards his face.

Wei Wusheng seemed to feel something, and suddenly twisted his body, driving his elbow to block the palm, but the middle was empty. Chen Chuan suddenly kicked up under his feet, hitting the waist and crotch, and he lost his center of gravity again, staggering out.

Before he could stand firm, he felt the figure in front of him suddenly arrive, followed by a series of attacks falling on him. He had no choice but to cover his head, face, and other important parts.

Chen Chuan's heavy fists rained down on his body like a storm, hammering on every weak point, every relatively fragile joint.

Even though the opponent also had strong alienated tissue protection in these relatively fragile positions, his power was sufficient. Every punch and every kick was like a real heavy hammer, shattering the fascia and bones of the contact area, penetrating layers of force inward, constantly breaking and tearing the internal tissues.

Even if the mutated tissues could self-repair under the effect of Horizontal Training, they simply couldn't keep up with such dense and rapid attacks, where each strike inflicted sufficient damage to prevent replenishment.

Wei Wusheng's condition deteriorated under this relentless assault. After a continuous bombardment lasting two minutes, he began to feel dizzy. His body was desperately diverting energy to self-repair, and the constant barrage of injuries was causing insufficient blood flow to his brain.

At that moment, he suddenly felt a heavy blow to his knee, causing him to fall sideways. He immediately saw a foot sweeping towards his head. He hastily raised his arm to shield his face, blocking the blow, but his body slid several meters across the ground.

After rolling once, he quickly got to his feet and swung an elbow at Chen Chuan, who was pursuing him. Chen Chuan ducked, raised his hand to parry, and then grabbed his arm. With a turn of his body, he effortlessly swept him off his back, unleashing the force of the 'Crashing Embrace' technique, slamming him hard onto the ground.

With a boom, the ground where Wei Wusheng's back impacted cracked open in a large area. The intense vibration of his internal organs, even his tough bones, began to fracture. He couldn't help but utter a groan as blood spilled from his mouth.

Lying there, he looked up and saw Chen Chuan gazing down at him with a calm expression. "Is that all...?" he roared, desperately trying to get up. However, he only managed to rise halfway before a fist came crashing down on his face, slamming him back down!

And that wasn't the end. Chen Chuan's other fist came down again. Wei Wusheng's hands suddenly became soft, like snakes, coiling upwards, trying to lock the fist. However, the muscles in Chen Chuan's arm tensed suddenly, snapping the two arms apart, and he landed a punch on Wei Wusheng's face, driving his entire head into the ground.

Immediately following, fist after fist rained down like a dense storm, all aimed at his head. Under the continuous pounding, the ground behind his head cracked as if it were being hammered, and a shallow pit gradually formed behind him.

All the spectators in the arena held their breath, watching this scene with wide eyes.

After Chen Chuan had thrown countless punches, a cracking sound echoed out. His fist stopped there. He could feel that the hard skull beneath had been cracked by his blows, and the body beneath him was no longer breathing.

He slowly stood up from the ground, leaving the body behind, and walked away. However, after he had taken about twenty steps, he heard movement behind him.

He turned back and saw a slender figure wearing a black, foreign-made suit standing there. He didn't know when the figure had appeared.

He felt a slight familiarity. He seemed to have seen this person somewhere before. After a moment of recollection, he realized it was Han Laomao?

This person grabbed Wei Wusheng's hair, and at the same time, the sharp five fingers of his other hand slashed across his neck. "Wei Wusheng's head, I've claimed it!"

In just a moment, he could take Wei Wusheng's head away, leave this place, and collect the bounty. As for the damage Chen Chuan had inflicted earlier...

Heh, the bounty only required Wei Wusheng's head. Whoever had the head, got the bounty.

Who told Chen Chuan to be careless? He had been waiting for this opportunity until now.

But just as his five claws were about to sever the head, his usually invincible claws encountered a layer of hard resistance, surprising him. Sensing something was wrong, he immediately jumped up from the spot, trying to leave.

His movements were incredibly agile and swift. Even if Wei Wusheng was strong, it was useless if he couldn't touch him. That was why he was able to take on this job and dared to proclaim it so boldly.

However, this time, just as he leaped into the air, he felt someone grab his foot, causing him great alarm.

But he was a skilled fighter after all. Using that force, he suddenly flipped and twisted downwards, a disengagement method that could allow him to escape even if he was caught. As he rolled, his hands stabbed towards Wei Wusheng's chest. However, just as his five fingers pierced into the flesh, they were clamped by a layer of flexible muscle, unable to pull out.

Now his entire body was stuck on Wei Wusheng.

Not good!

Cold sweat broke out on Han Laomao's forehead.

At this moment, he felt the body beneath him slowly sit up and grab his other leg. He realized what was happening and cried out in panic: "Don't..."

Before he could finish shouting, Wei Wusheng grabbed his legs and pulled them outwards with a violent rip, tearing the entire person in half!

Large amounts of internal organs and blood fell down, scattering onto the ground and his body.

Chen Chuan focused his gaze and saw Wei Wusheng's eyes roll back, clearly unconscious, even without breath. Yet, he was actually able to stand up. This situation looked extremely terrifying.

At the same time, he felt a strong thumping sound, ringing in his ears. He looked at the other's chest. "Is it the heart...?"

Although Wei Wusheng's head was cracked and his consciousness was completely lost, another will hidden in his body became active.

This will residing in the heart, taking advantage of the disappearance of his consciousness, used the threat of extreme life-threatening danger, causing the two forces to finally entangle in one place, and the two hearts grew together.

But at this moment, it was no longer Wei Wusheng who existed, but Xiong Jianyi!

Chen Chuan watched him try to stand up from the shallow pit again, slowly raised his hand, brought his five fingers together, and then took a step forward. At that moment, the Second Self instantly merged with him, instantly crossing the twenty meters of space. With a whoosh, the entire forearm, like a knife, deeply pierced into Wei Wusheng's chest.

He looked at the person's terrifying face and slowly said: "Rest in peace." Then, he clenched his five fingers, violently crushing the thing that was beating.

Wei Wusheng's body trembled violently, his head drooped down, and countless blood flowed from his facial features and wounds all over his body.

Chen Chuan slowly pulled out his arm, letting the body that had just stood up fall back down, smashing into the original broken ground, the flowing blood quickly filling the shallow pit.

At this time, he also felt as if some kind of restraint had been released, and a bell-like resounding echoed in his ears. At the same time, a powerful force rapidly rushed towards his limbs.

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