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Chapter 1108: Breaking Through the Barrier
Chapter 1108: Breaking Through the Barrier
Claireville seemed eager to ensure Chen Chuan wouldn't refuse, and before Chen could speak, he produced a gleaming silver metal card.
"This is a platinum card from Federation Precision Medical," he explained to Chen Chuan. "Our Viaustralian medical capabilities are exceptional. The holder of this card, regardless of their identity, even if they're an enemy of the Federation, can receive the best medical services at any nearby Federation Precision Medical rescue point, ensuring a swift recovery."
"And we spare no expense," he added. "I propose another wager. If I win, I'd like that necklace you won from me earlier." He paused, indicating the card in his hand, "And if I lose, this card will be yours."
Castina, standing nearby, chimed in, "Mr. Chen, from a purely value-based assessment, this card is indeed less valuable than a third-rate relic. However, in specific situations, it can be even more useful than a relic."
"Within the Federation's borders, this card provides not only meticulous medical care but also protection from Federation Precision Medical during the treatment period."
"This card is typically granted only to the Federation's upper echelons and the administrative levels of the Federation Star Academy and Dome Sword Academy. It's non-renewable, and the number of cards issued annually is decreasing. This year, across the entire Federation and its affiliated regions, there are only twelve holders of this card."
Chen Chuan quickly checked the information on his Jieping and confirmed that, indeed, the card offered not just medical services but also temporary sanctuary from a certain group within the Federation.
It was indeed valuable.
Moreover, the card was transferable, allowing anyone to possess it. Chen Chuan contemplated, "Mr. Claireville, would you like to exchange a few words?"
Claireville shook his head swiftly, having witnessed Chen Chuan's combat match with Choi Hyeon Hui. He didn't think he could win against Chen Chuan. "Then let's do this," he suggested. "We'll each send out two students.
"The previous two students were both third-tier, but such students are rare. Most students aren't at this tier. So, I propose a match between first-tier or second-tier students to truly test and reflect the actual teaching level and average standards of our academies."
He had his calculations. Daxun might value third-tier students and teachers highly during this visitation, but for students at slightly lower tiers, it wasn't the same. Even if these students lost, it wouldn't damage Daxun's reputation. Sometimes, to save face, Daxun might even intentionally concede to flatter the other party. So, he was willing to take a chance with lower-tier students.
Chen Chuan didn't mind. It was all about the fight. He glanced back and his gaze settled on Weidong.
"Weidong, how about you for this round?"
At the mention of his name, Weidong eagerly clenched his fists, ready for action. "Is it my turn?"
Claireville, upon seeing Weidong, quickly assessed him and then pointed to one of his students. Soon, a Federation student of similar height to Weidong approached.
This seemed fair, as height and weight, if one ignored those with exceptional talent, often provided an advantage in such arena battles within the initial tiers.
Weidong, unconcerned about his opponent's identity, knew only that he was about to fight. He jumped onto the battlefield without hesitation.
The Federation student across from him appeared calm, having seemingly learned from the previous experience. They had chosen a student with a better mindset.
After both students stepped forward, they exchanged friendly punches.
The Federation student immediately made a judgment upon contact.
Was this... Henglian martial arts?
Weidong's physique was deceptive; he wasn't particularly tall or robust but seemed exceptionally agile, typically associated with those skilled in unarmed combat, grappling, or weaponry.
Unexpectedly, it was Henglian.
This was rare, and when facing a Henglian expert, one must be prepared for a prolonged battle unless they could deliver a decisive blow.
The Federation student immediately retreated a few steps and raised his hand, requesting the use of weapons. Requesting weapons before the official combat match was within the rules.
Claireville explained, "Our student specializes in weapon combat, hence the need for weapons. Of course, if your student isn't proficient with weaponry, declining is fine, and we can proceed with a hand-to-hand match."
Chen Chuan glanced at Weidong, and one of the accompanying teachers spoke on his behalf, "Student Weidong, do you require a weapon?"
Weidong thought for a moment and moved to the side, as if seeking something.
Claireville, noticing this, signaled to his side, and the Federation student received a shield and a punching hammer, returning to the battlefield.
This was a wise choice when facing a Henglian expert—a shield and heavy weapon were ideal, offering both defense and the ability to deliver powerful strikes.
Weidong, in contrast, held a long lasso in his hands.
The Federation student, upon seeing this, became extremely cautious, as such a weapon, if used skillfully, could end the fight swiftly.
He carefully positioned the shield in front of him, peering through its openings to observe Weidong's movements while listening to his breathing.
Weydong, with a lasso in hand, suddenly swung it twice, aiming directly at the Federation trainee. Startled, the trainee quickly dodged, knowing that being ensnared would leave him at the mercy of his opponent.
But Weydong, after throwing the lasso, made an unexpected move. He rushed forward, appearing to leap for a mid-air kick. This caused the trainee to slightly elevate his shield, and at that moment, Weydong slid on the ground, his legs sweeping towards the trainee's legs.
Against such an attack, the trainee could easily crush his opponent's legs by pressing down on the shield. However, Weydong, being a Henglian martial artist, made this approach unstable.
If the trainee used the hammer, he might also get injured in the process, and it was uncertain who would come out on top. So, his final choice was to jump, then use the shield to ram into his opponent.
As he jumped, Weydong's legs swiftly entangled the trainee's, twisting around his legs and pulling him down with a thud. Weydong then flipped over, raising his fist, while the trainee quickly lifted his shield to block.
Weydong exerted force with his legs, causing the trainee's legs to emit a series of cracking sounds. The trainee's face paled.
The spectators below realized the issue—Weydong's altered fascia and skeletal muscles were superior.
Chen Chuan wasn't surprised by this situation. After Weydong's training in his practice room, he had been consuming Confluent Earth ingredients daily, even if their absorption capacity was limited, allowing only small amounts at a time. But the consistent intake made a difference.
Even as an elite, the trainee typically used high-grade nutritional gel for supplementation, not indulging in daily consumption of Confluent Earth ingredients.
Moreover, Weydong had unlimited Simulation Domain resources for training and sparring, an advantage the trainee lacked. Weydong's training duration might even surpass the trainee's, and being a Henglian martial artist, his robust physique was evident.
The trainee, however, displayed remarkable resilience. Despite the injury to his legs, he calmly maintained his stance, believing he wasn't defeated yet. With the hammer in hand, a single hit to a critical area could turn the tables.
Weydong pressed his body against the shield, grabbed its edge, and forcefully flipped it aside. Being above, his strength was smoother and more explosive, and the trainee, in pain, couldn't stabilize himself.
With his defense gone, the trainee went all out, twisting his waist, ignoring his injuries, and concentrating his full strength to lift the hammer and strike Weydong's head. With their entanglement, a miss was unlikely, and the sound of the hammer hitting the trainee's head reverberated throughout the arena.
The force was so great that the hammer's handle bent, but Weydong merely swayed to the side, shook his head, and regained his senses. Simultaneously, he pulled the trainee's wrist with one hand and grabbed the arm trying to protect the face with the other, then used his bleeding head to butt the trainee.
The impact was no less intense than before, causing the trainee's forehead skin and flesh to explode, revealing a layer of grayish implant bone underneath. He had undergone some implant modifications, preventing immediate loss of consciousness.
Weydong released the trainee's legs, nimbly mounting him, and began pounding his face with his fists. The trainee tried to block with his hands, but Weydong pulled them away, striking his face directly.
In this close-quarters combat, a Qinjing or Qinbaojing technique might have subdued the opponent, but without them, it came down to endurance and striking power.
The trainee, aware of his disadvantageous position, hardened his resolve. Ignoring the punches to his face, he grabbed the punching hammer and relentlessly smashed Weydong's head, who, in turn, didn't dodge but continued to attack the trainee's face.
The two traded blows, testing each other's resilience, as the arena reverberated with continuous dull thuds. Even as a low-level combat, their ferocity made many surrounding students' hearts tremble.
After enduring dozens of punches, the trainee's face was smashed flat, and even the implant tissue fluid splattered out. Finally, his eyes rolled back, losing consciousness.
Weydong, his body swaying, stood up, blood flowing from his nose, and his skull appeared caved in at certain spots.
The students and teachers below realized that towards the end, Weydong could have easily picked up the lasso and restrained his opponent's neck, quickly disabling his combat ability. But he chose to endure.
He was a ruthless fighter.
A few claps sounded from the audience, followed by more applause. This raw and pure display of violence resonated with their tastes.
Claireville's expression worsened, his mouth twitching. Finally, he sighed, "It's me..."
Before he could finish, Weydong's body emitted a series of crackling sounds, and the previously caved-in skull sections re-expanded, with a subtle glow of vitality flowing beneath his skin.
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