Chapter 281 Communication
Seeing that Teacher Zheng personally came to give instructions, Chen Chuan did not dare to be careless. He put down the prop knife and picked up the Xuejun knife beside him.
After returning to the field, he stared at Teacher Zheng for a moment, shouted softly, and slashed with a knife!
There's nothing fancy about this strike. Compared to Teacher Zheng's, it would be more practical to just chop it off with a simple blow.
However, he did not shrink back because the person standing opposite him was better than him in swordsmanship. When he swung the sword, he still came with an indomitable momentum, and his condition was better than usual.
Teacher Zheng said "good", and was obviously very satisfied with the momentum of his move. At the same time, he raised his knife and came forward. With just a light knock, the power of Xue Jun's knife quickly disappeared, and it was deflected to the side without any hindrance. At the same time, Chen Chuan saw the tip of the knife pointing towards him.
His blade was deflected, and he subconsciously pulled inward to defend himself. However, the blade swayed slightly again, as if it was about to chop him down. If the angle and the timing of the cut were right, he would have no time to cover himself. His own blade momentum could not help but change again, but this time he felt something was wrong. When he came to his senses, he had slightly lost his balance and unconsciously took two steps to the side.
From the outside, it looked like Teacher Zheng was just standing there. The blade of the knife swayed slightly, and he, the one who drew the knife, lost his balance and fell backwards.
Chen Chuan thought about it. In fact, what Teacher Zheng did just now was not a special skill. He just placed the knife in the place where he was most concerned and where he was vulnerable, forcing him to lose his composure.
As a fighter, it is impossible for him to ignore these things, so even if he knows that Teacher Zheng will not attack, he will probably still respond like this unconsciously next time. This is actually an instinctive reaction to protect himself.
Teacher Zheng hadn't spoken immediately, apparently waiting for him to think it over. Then he said, "Have you figured it out? Who says defense can't be offense? As long as you use your strength properly and have a precise grasp of the battle situation, even if the opponent comes to attack you, in the end, the only one hurt will be yourself.
But to achieve this level, you need a solid foundation and advanced techniques. I don't ask you to do it right away, but you have to know that it requires hard and continuous daily practice."
Chen Chuan nodded seriously, "Thank you, Teacher Zheng, for your guidance. I will remember it."
Teacher Zheng smiled and said, "You should have felt that people who are skilled in techniques can use one point of strength to achieve five points of effect, and can often defeat their opponents with more energy-saving methods.
However, although I advocate for skill, I personally hate opponents who use skill the most and what I least want to see. When you encounter such an enemy, it is best to kill them immediately, otherwise you may suffer a headache."
As he spoke, he waved his hand and said, "No more unnecessary words, let's go! We've prepared some roasted lamb for today. After we finish eating, we'll start the real sparring!"
In the blink of an eye, it was March 20th. In a private fighting arena located in the southeast of Wuding District, many disciples from various sects arrived today. They all came to participate in the internal exchange competition.
The young people were all discussing their opponents. Every year, they would meet students from Wuyi Academy to exchange ideas and spar with each other. Their previous records were always evenly matched, with both sides winning and losing. They were also familiar with Wuyi Academy's strengths and weaknesses.
In fact, many of Wu Yi's students' basic skills are not as good as theirs. Although Wu Yi's students have also been taught since childhood, they are all teachers invited from outside. But after all, they are outsiders, and it is impossible for them to be as attentive as their elders, nor do they have the teaching experience accumulated by their predecessors like them.
Not to mention that they focus on training in fighting and exist just for fighting, which needs to be passed down from generation to generation, while those who are admitted to Wuyi are often just looking for a stepping stone to advance, and their investment is not as much as theirs. Even in the most important resources, they are never short of it.
If there is a disadvantage, it is that they are small in number and are absolutely trained as elites, unlike the people in Wuyi College, who graduate in batches every year.
The students of Wuyi Academy have many opportunities to fight with each other. They are all experienced and particularly good at actual combat. However, they believe that they cannot go out unless they complete their studies. Therefore, they all have their own strengths and weaknesses.
"I heard that the person we invited this time is a student who fought for a place in the Central City from a local city. He relies on himself and is not a recommended student, nor does he have any family background. Oh, I heard that he is the apprentice of the elder in the Cheng family."
"The one who got married?"
The young people suddenly realized.
They had all heard of this person, who had a conflict with his father, saying that they had different ideas, and took the initiative to leave the central city to become a teacher at the local Wuyi College. In the past, some elders had used this person as a negative example in private, telling them not to learn from him.
They were all very confident when facing this disciple, and they even had some inexplicable psychological advantages.
They knew what the situation was like in local cities because their elders had taken them there to practice cultivation. They were deeply impressed by how dilapidated, poor, and backward they were. After going there once, they never wanted to go again.
The cultivation resources there are also pitifully scarce, and one can only use medicines from some places. Students who come out of this environment actually lack basic knowledge. They are only at the second limit now, and can still compete with them for a while, but it will be different if they move up further. It is even uncertain whether the opponent can move up.
The young man who spoke first threw out a piece of news, "I heard that this guy once had a record of defeating a fighter of the third limit."
Liu Yin was standing aside at the moment. He was nineteen years old and was the most outstanding disciple of this generation. He had not said much just now. He did not like to belittle his opponents. In his opinion, this way of creating a psychological advantage through words was a sign of weakness and lack of confidence.
But when he heard this, he unconsciously paid attention.
He knew very well what the third limit of strength was. Some of the elders in his family had reached this level. To be frank, he believed that no matter how well he practiced, the opponent could knock him down with just one move. The gap was already huge.
Did this student actually have such a record?
How is this done?
He was very suspicious.
The question in his mind was immediately answered by someone in surprise: "Is this true or false? Could it be fake?" The people around him also looked unconvinced.
"Of course it's true," the young man smiled, "but don't worry, I heard he was using medication at the time. Yes, I heard that this person's physique can fully utilize the effects of the medicine, plus...
Well, the guy he was fighting with was an implant fighter, and it just so happened that most of his implants had been destroyed by someone before, so he took advantage of him.
"So that's how it is."
Everyone suddenly realized that this made much more sense.
However, their elders have warned them many times not to take drugs that seem to increase their strength during their training, because that would be overdrawing their potential in advance.
So some people say, “Isn’t he afraid of destroying his own foundation?”
"Hey, what can we do? Students from remote cities don't have much resources. In order to enter the central city, what else can they rely on except their own bodies?"
After hearing this, Liu Yin suddenly lost interest in today's opponent. Maybe this person looks strong on the surface, but is already riddled with holes underneath. What's the point of defeating such an opponent?
"Look, here it comes."
As they were talking, a red sports car stopped at the entrance of the venue. The passenger door opened and Chen Chuan got out of the car. Since he was communicating as a Wuyi student, he was wearing the Wuyi school uniform today, and naturally he carried the Xuejun Sword with him.
"Hey, this guy is quite good-looking."
"It's quite spirited."
"Oh, what a pity."
The young people initially thought that Chen Chuan was not a very good person, but after seeing him, they felt sorry for him. Some of them even looked at him with a bit of sympathy, thinking that they should give this guy some face when they started fighting later, after all, he was already very pitiful.
Liu Yin looked at Chen Chuan. Judging from the rhythm of his movements, he was indeed not a weak player, but he was not truly outstanding.
After Ni Qianqian parked the car and got out, she put on her goggles and walked into the training hall with Chen Chuan. She said to the crowd of young people, "This is Brother Chen. You should all know his background. He only has one day, so without further ado, who will go first?"
"I'll go first."
A young man about the same age as Chen Chuan came out and bowed to him, "Han Kuang, student Chen, please give me some advice."
Seeing that he was unarmed, Chen Chuan walked aside, and the Xuejun Sword leaned against the weapon rack. He walked back and clasped his fists in return, "Chen Chuan, student Han, please."
Everyone dispersed immediately.
After Han Kuang and Chen Chuan looked at each other for a moment, they kicked forward with a thud, and took a big step forward. They suddenly moved forward, and a gust of strong wind wrapped around them.
The people watching around nodded secretly. Jinzhuang is not only about practicing strength, but also about footwork. If the footwork is well practiced, the center of gravity is stable, and one can walk fast and move forward and backward freely. Han Kuang's move was fast and steady, and his foundation was very solid.
Chen Chuan keeps a low profile at this moment and does not appear to be crushing when attacking, because this way he can use his opponent to practice his own skills at the same time.
Han Kuang took the initiative to attack, and his momentum was at its peak from the start. Normally, he should have avoided him at this time and waited for his breath to change, looking for an opportunity, but he did not do so. Instead, he did the opposite and took the initiative to rush forward.
Of course, Han Kuang would not be scared by his action. He had practiced sparring with others countless times in private and was very familiar with most of his opponents' reactions. He immediately realized that Chen Chuan wanted to strike back, predict his actions in advance, curb his offensive, and then seize the initiative in one fell swoop.
But since he dared to take the initiative, how could he let Chen Chuan break it so easily? At this time, his body did not move, but under his raised knees, his calves were slightly retracted inwards, and his body, which had originally rushed forward, landed half a step ahead of time.
Just such a small change in distance resulted in a completely different result from the original one. Chen Chuan's original intention to restrain his moves immediately became useless. Instead, it was equivalent to sending himself up. He only had to wait for Chen Chuan's moves to take shape or for him to change his moves hastily, and then he could find an opportunity to sneak in.
Seeing this exchange of moves, the young people present all cheered secretly. Chen Chuan's response was pretty good, but his intention was too obvious. If it were an ordinary person, he would be caught off guard. However, Han Kuang seemed reckless, but in fact he had hidden traps, and this time he was the one who had the upper hand over his opponent.
Facing his response, Chen Chuan didn't seem to have any intention of changing his tactics. He stretched out his hand, one hand grabbed Han Kuang's shoulder, and the other hand grabbed his other elbow.
Han Kuang was not panicked at all. In his opinion, this was Chen Chuan's last struggle. By the time the latter touched him, his attack had already arrived. He turned his body lightly and punched out, hitting Chen Chuan in the chest, and the force was released.
It’s settled!
Although this punch was at a small angle, it used the "Xiao Gui Jin Method", which was to exert force at a small angle and in a subtle way. Even the flick of a finger could generate the strength of the whole body. It was impossible to defend against and it hit the chest directly. There was almost no suspense.
However, what happened next made him stunned. Chen Chuan took the punch, but his body didn't even shake. It seemed that all the force was absorbed by him.
At this time, he clasped his shoulders and elbows with both hands, and then with a force, he lifted Han Kuang up on the spot and threw him to the ground to the side!
With a bang, the wooden floor shook violently, as if it had struck everyone's heart hard. Han Kuang fell to the ground with his arms and legs spread out, and his body bounced a little. Because he was holding his breath due to hitting his back, his face turned pale for a moment, his eyes staring blankly upwards, and he couldn't even speak.
The people who saw this scene couldn't help but be shocked, "Wrestling? Didn't he use a knife?"
Liu Yin was also surprised. He saw it clearly just now. Chen Chuan took advantage of Han Kuang's attack to resist it with his strength, and at the same time grabbed and threw his opponent to the ground. This was the most authentic wrestling technique and strength, but Chen Chuan's body shape did not look like a wrestler, so it was no wonder that Han Kuang miscalculated.
Chen Chuan adjusted his shirt and took the time to check his cuffs. This time he did not use his second self to transfer the damage, but instead used Zhou Yuan Jin method to simulate the force of the wrestling and hugging, with a very good effect.
Ni Qianqian asked, "Student Chen, do you want to continue? According to the rules of the exchange competition, you can rest after playing a game before continuing."
Chen Chuan said casually, "No, it didn't take much effort on my part. Go ahead."
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(End of this chapter)
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