Atlas of Heaven and Man

A few more days passed, and it was soon the end of November.

Chen Chuan was originally supposed to take a monthly exam, but after getting his firearms permit, it wasn't necessary anymore.

Not just the monthly exam, but now he doesn't even need to take the mid-term or final exams.

After all, obtaining the firearms permit already proved his own strength.

His actual level has already surpassed the average student of the same or higher grade in school, and it is completely unnecessary to measure him with ordinary assessments.

This way, he doesn't have to bother preparing for exams.

However, he is not free to relax.

Next month, he may have to undertake new assignments and receive further training, so these days he goes to the fencing club's training hall early in the morning to spar with the members there, in order to become more familiar with the use of the longsword.

However, during sparring, they naturally use training swords.

Even though he has obtained the firearms permit, he doesn't need to carry weapons with him all day long while walking around the academy.

This day, after training, he returned to his dormitory, preparing to wash up and go to eat.

But as he came out of the elevator and walked to the dormitory area, he saw someone standing in front of his dormitory door.

This was a young man with a pale face and somewhat handsome features, wearing an expensive and exquisite imported formal suit.

Wei Dong was also standing there, staring at this person with wide eyes.

He looked at the two people in surprise, then looked at Wei Dong, and asked curiously, "Wei, what's going on?"

Wei Dong said, "Brother Chen, he doesn't look like a good person."

Chen Chuan smiled, "This is the dormitory building.

Since the dormitory supervisor allowed him to come here, then it should be fine."

Wei Dong thought for a moment, and said, "But he still doesn't look like a good person."

Chen Chuan hummed, and then looked at the young man, saying, "I'll handle it."

The handsome young man, hearing him say this, no longer had the calm look he had before.

He turned to Chen Chuan and said, "You are Chen Chuan?"

Chen Chuan nodded and said, "I am."

The handsome young man looked at him for a moment, and said, "I have something I want to talk to you about alone."

He emphasized, "It's very important to you."

Chen Chuan looked at him, took out his key, opened the door, raised his hand, and gestured, "Please."

The young man didn't stand on ceremony at all and walked straight in.

Chen Chuan followed him in, walked to the cabinet, poured a glass of water, and said, "There's only plain water here."

The young man came to the middle of the living room, stopped, and turned around, saying, "My name is Jing Lin, and I'm not your senior yet."

Chen Chuan nodded and said, "Then, Mr. Jing, you said you wanted to talk to me, what do you want to say?"

Jing Lin said indifferently, "My teacher wants to meet you.

You may not know his identity, but I'm telling you now, he's from the Central City.

This is an opportunity for you, and my teacher rarely gives people opportunities.

You're very lucky.

I don't know why the teacher suddenly took a liking to you, after all, you don't seem to be anything special, okay, that's all I have to say, come with me."

Saying that, he walked directly towards the outside.

But when he reached the door, he realized that Chen Chuan was still standing in place.

He frowned and said unhappily, "What are you still standing there for?

Hurry up and follow me?"

Chen Chuan turned around, his back to the floor-to-ceiling window, his long shadow falling to the side, making his face somewhat unclear, but his voice was clearly heard, "I'm sorry, Mr. Jing, I have no interest in meeting your teacher."

Jing Lin was immediately stunned, and seemed to find it a bit unbelievable.

He looked Chen Chuan up and down, and reminded him, "Do you know what you're saying?

Do you not understand the significance of this?

Forget it…"

He seemed very impatient, "I'll say it again, now, follow me, come with me to see the teacher, do you understand?"

Chen Chuan said naturally, "I'm sorry, if you only want to say these things, then I've already given you a clear answer, Mr. Jing, you can leave."

Jing Lin sneered, "Stupid!"

He said very irritably, "Do you think that what you see is everything?

I hate people like you who are so self-righteous."

Chen Chuan said calmly, "If you refuse to leave, I can ask the dormitory supervisor to ask you to leave."

Jing Lin stared at him for a moment, chuckled, lowered his head first, then raised his head, and sneered, "I knew it would end up like this.

You people from small places are always arrogant, narrow-minded, and don't know what the real world is like."

He chuckled again, "I saw your news in the newspaper.

It is said that you are very good at fighting, I want to see it for myself, and let you…"

He tugged at his tie, "…re-understand this world."

Chen Chuan looked at him, "You want to spar with me?"

"Spar?

Hehe, if that's what you think, it's fine too."

Chen Chuan nodded and said, "Okay, let's go outside."

He walked out first, and Jing Lin followed behind.

Soon, the two walked out of the corridor and came to the training area on the floor outside, and then stood facing each other.

Chen Chuan stretched his shoulders slightly, and seeing Jing Lin standing there stiffly, without any intention of moving, he reminded him, "Don't you need to warm up, Your Excellency?"

Jing Lin said coldly, "There's no need. Let's start now. It'll be over soon anyway."

Chen Chuan said, "Then let's begin."

Jing Lin raised his hand. "Watch carefully." As he spoke, his body suddenly swayed. No one saw how he moved, but he seemed to leave his original spot in an instant, and the next moment he was at Chen Chuan's side, still maintaining his original standing posture.

Jing Lin glanced at Chen Chuan, who seemed to be standing there motionless, a sneer on his lips. He reached out to press Chen Chuan's shoulder, but before his hand could land, his palm suddenly felt a sharp pain. He was shocked to discover that his hand had been slapped away by Chen Chuan's outstretched hand.

Huh?

He was utterly astonished. His movement was propelled by specialized alienized tissues stimulated by a special technique, far exceeding the reaction speed of ordinary fighters. How could Chen Chuan, who was at most at the First Limit, possibly keep up?

Before he could recover from his shock, Chen Chuan's body suddenly turned, facing him in an instant. And that hand had already seized his wrist with a 'snap'.

Jing Lin's eyes narrowed.

When Chen Chuan grabbed him, a powerful force naturally seeped into his hand. If an ordinary person were held like this, without alienized tissues to strengthen the wrist joint, or a similar force to resist, it wouldn't be impossible to crush that part.

But this time, he didn't feel any force resisting him. The force he exerted was like a stone sinking into the sea, without causing the slightest reaction. Instead of pulling his hand away, the other party pushed it upward, somehow slipping a section out, and then slicing his wrist downward, inserting it under his wrist. During this process, his entire arm was like a slithering snake.

Jing Lin's eyes flashed with coldness. Once he was entangled like this, he only needed to twist, and he could break all the bones in Chen Chuan's arm. Only in this way could he teach the latter a lesson.

Then, as he exerted force, he discovered that what he was entangled with didn't seem to be an arm, but rather something cast from steel, impossible to twist. A trace of disbelief appeared in his eyes.

How was this possible?

This kind of entanglement and competition was, in essence, a contest between the toughness and force exertion of alienized tissues. How long had this young man been training? How many alienized tissues could he have formed in just two or three months? How could he withstand his pressure at this intensity?

Chen Chuan could feel the waves of power coming from his arm. Not only that, but he could also sense that Jing Lin had a tense power almost all over his body. This was almost disconnected from his breathing rhythm. There was no warning or gap when exerting force. This was completely different from the enemies he had encountered before.

However, if that was all, he gently pulled his arm outward, and a powerful force erupted. Jing Lin couldn't help but have his center of gravity shifted, staggering two steps.

Then, Chen Chuan stepped down, suddenly exerting force, and suddenly rushed forward. Jing Lin's eyes narrowed when he saw this, but he grabbed Chen Chuan's arm with both hands, while pressing down his center of gravity, trying to drag him down.

However, this action didn't seem to have any effect. He was almost dragged forward by Chen Chuan, and a rapid and sharp friction sound came from the floor.

After only a few steps, Chen Chuan had already reached the wall, and then with a flick of his hand, Jing Lin was suddenly lifted up and slammed horizontally against the wall. His eyes widened in shock, "You…"

With a 'bang,' the entire wall shook. However, at the moment of impact, the muscles on his back wriggled, dissipating the force.

Chen Chuan, however, was expressionless. He pulled him back and lifted his entire body into the air, and then threw him against the wall again!

"Bang!"

Jing Lin couldn't help but cough, extremely shocked and angry. He said, "Stop! Stop it!"

"Bang!"

Chen Chuan completely ignored his words, slamming him against the wall again and again. The entire seventh floor could hear the huge crashing sound, causing some students in the dormitory building to come out to see what was happening. The dormitory supervisor also came here with a serious expression.

And the fierce impact continued. Each time he came down, Jing Lin's face would become more unsightly. At first, he could rely on special muscles and bones and strength to resist and resolve the impact, but as such impacts occurred frequently, he felt that the strength he had originally held tight was a little unsustainable, and the bones all over his body seemed to be loosening in the collision. But no matter how he exerted force halfway, he couldn't resist that pure and powerful force.

The most crucial thing was that in such frequent and violent confrontations, Chen Chuan didn't show the slightest sign of exhaustion.

"How is this possible…"

Jing Lin's face was filled with shock and anger. After another impact, he finally reached his limit. The power of his whole body collapsed in an instant, as if the original cohesive body had suddenly become loose and incomparable.

When Chen Chuan felt that the two arms that were wrapped around him had become soft, like two dead snakes, he shook his hand and threw them away, dropping Jing Lin to the ground. He straightened his clothes, walked back, and after two steps, turned his head and said, "Welcome to the real world." With that, he walked away from here under the watchful eyes of a group of students and the dormitory supervisor.

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