Chapter 281: Exchange
Chapter 281: Exchange
When Chen Chuan saw Teacher Zheng personally come to give instructions, he didn’t dare to act arrogantly. He put down the prop saber and picked up the Xuejun Blade from the side.
Back in the arena, he stared at Teacher Zheng for a moment, then let out a light shout and slashed with his blade!
This slash was straightforward, without any fancy moves. Compared to Teacher Zheng, it was more practical to simply slash with all his might.
However, he didn’t shrink back or feel timid just because the person standing opposite him was better at saber techniques. When he slashed, he still brought the full force and determination, and it was even better than his usual state.
Teacher Zheng said "Good," clearly pleased with the momentum of his move. As he spoke, he raised his saber to meet Chen Chuan’s. With just a light tap, the force on the Xuejun Blade quickly dissipated and was deflected to the side. At the same time, Chen Chuan saw the tip of the saber pointing towards him.
His blade was deflected, and he instinctively pulled back in defense. However, the saber blade slightly swayed, as if about to slash at him. If the angle and timing were right, he wouldn’t have time to block. His saber technique involuntarily changed, but he sensed something was off. By the time he realized it, his center of gravity was slightly lost, and he unconsciously moved two steps to the side and back.
From the outside, it looked like Teacher Zheng had just stood in place, the blade of his saber slightly swaying. The person who had slashed, Chen Chuan, was the one who lost his footing and retreated.
Chen Chuan thought for a moment. Teacher Zheng’s move wasn’t some advanced technique; he had simply positioned his saber in a place Chen Chuan was very concerned about and exposed his weaknesses, forcing him to lose his composure.
As a Fighter, he couldn’t ignore these things. Even if he knew Teacher Zheng wouldn’t attack, he would still instinctively respond in the same way. It was a natural reaction to protect himself.
Teacher Zheng had waited for him to think it through before speaking. "Understood? 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 slashes at you, in the end, it will only hurt themselves."
"But to achieve this, you need a proficient foundation and advanced techniques. I don’t expect you to do this immediately, but you must know and practice diligently every day."
Chen Chuan nodded seriously. "Thank you, Teacher Zheng, I will remember your guidance."
Teacher Zheng smiled. "You should have felt that a person skilled in techniques can use one part of their strength to achieve five parts of its effect, often defeating opponents with less effort."
"However, although I advocate techniques, the most annoying and least desirable opponents for me are those who rely on techniques. When you encounter such enemies, it’s best to take them down as quickly as possible, or you’ll have a headache."
With that, he waved his hand. "Enough talk. Let’s go! I’ve prepared roasted lamb for today. After eating, we’ll start the real combat training next week!"
Time flew by, and it was already March 20th. In a private combat arena in the southeastern part of Wuding District, many disciples from various heritage sects had gathered to participate in the internal exchange tournament.
The young people were discussing who their opponents would be today. They often competed with students from Wu Yi Academy every year, and the results were usually evenly split, with both sides having their wins and losses. They were also well aware of the strengths and weaknesses of Wu Yi Academy.
Generally, the basic skills of Wu Yi Academy students were often inferior to theirs. Although Wu Yi Academy students also received early training, their teachers were hired from outside and were not as dedicated as their elders. They also lacked the accumulated teaching experience of their predecessors.
Moreover, they were primarily focused on combat training, existing solely for the purpose of martial arts, and needed to pass it down through generations. In contrast, those who entered Wu Yi Academy often sought a path to advancement and did not invest as much. Even in the most important resources, they were never lacking.
If there was a disadvantage, it was their smaller numbers. They were trained as elites, unlike the large batches of students who graduated from Wu Yi Academy each year.
Wu Yi Academy students had many opportunities to engage in external combat, making them very experienced and adept at practical fighting. They, on the other hand, believed that one should not leave until their training was complete, each having their own strengths and weaknesses.
"Did you hear that this time, the student they brought is from a local city and won a spot in Central City on his own? He’s not a recommended student and has no family background. Oh, I heard he’s the disciple of an elder from the Cheng family."
"The elder from the Cheng family?"
The young people were enlightened.
They had all heard of this person, who had a conflict with his father over different philosophies and left Central City to teach at a local Wu Yi Academy. Some elders had even used him as a negative example, warning them not to follow in his footsteps.
They were all very confident and had a psychological advantage when facing this person’s disciple.
They knew the conditions in local cities because their elders had taken them there for training, leaving a deep impression. The places were truly poor, backward, and dilapidated, and they never wanted to go back.
The cultivation resources there were scarce, and they could only use local medicines. Students from such environments often had deficiencies in their foundations. While they were still in the Second Limit, they could compete with them, but beyond that, it was a different story. It was uncertain whether the other side could even progress further.
The first young man then dropped a piece of news. "I heard this person once defeated a Third Limit Fighter."
Liu Yin, who was standing to the side, was nineteen and the most outstanding disciple of his generation. He had been quiet, not liking to belittle opponents. He believed that using words to create a psychological advantage was a sign of weakness and lack of confidence.
However, upon hearing this, he couldn’t help but pay attention.
He knew very well what a Third Limit Fighter was. Some of his family’s elders had reached this level. To be frank, he believed that no matter how well he trained, the opponent could take him down with just one move. The gap was already too large.
This student actually had such a record?
How did he do it?
He was highly skeptical.
Someone immediately voiced his doubt. "Is this true or false? It can’t be false, right?" The people around him also looked disbelieving.
"Of course, it’s true," the young man smiled. "But don’t worry, I heard he used medicine at the time."
Yes, I heard that his physique allows him to fully bring out the effects of medications, and on top of that...
Hmm, the one he fought was an Implant Fighter whose implants were mostly damaged by someone else before, so he got lucky.
"Oh, so that's how it is."
Everyone understood, and it made much more sense now.
However, the elders have warned them numerous times not to take those seemingly powerful drugs during their training, as it would prematurely deplete their potential.
So someone asked, "Isn't he afraid of destroying his foundation?"
"Hey, what choice does he have? Students from remote cities don't have many options. Aside from their bodies, what else can they use to get into the central city?"
Liu Yin lost interest in today's opponent upon hearing this. Perhaps this seemingly robust opponent is already full of holes underneath. What's the point of winning against such an opponent?
"Look, he's here."
As they were talking, a red sports car stopped at the entrance of the arena. The passenger door opened, and Chen Chuan stepped out. As he was here for the exchange as a Wu Yi student, he wore the Wu Yi uniform, and the Xuejun Blade was naturally with him.
"Hey, this guy is quite good-looking."
"He's quite energetic."
"Oh, what a shame."
The young people initially thought Chen Chuan wasn't impressive, but after seeing him, they felt sorry for him. Some even had a hint of sympathy in their eyes, thinking that they should go easy on him later and give him some face, as he already seemed pitiful.
Liu Yin sized up Chen Chuan and noticed that his pace wasn't that of a weak fighter, but he wasn't exceptionally outstanding either.
(End of Chapter)
Chapter end
Report
