Chapter 282: Offense and Defense
Chapter 282: Offense and Defense
That was so infuriating!
What do you mean by "not using any effort"?
Everyone present was young, and they couldn't bear it. Many of them glared at Chen Chuan, and one by one, they stepped out of the crowd.
Ni Qianqian immediately spoke up, "One at a time, don't lose face by ganging up on him."
These young people who stepped forward were all proud and didn't want to team up with others. Most of them immediately retreated.
Chen Chuan didn't mind. One person has one way of fighting, and two people have another. At worst, he could use his Second Self to withstand the damage and slightly unleash the Furnace Breath Method, bringing his physical abilities to a level where he could handle most of the people present.
In the arena, the remaining few glanced at each other, and in the end, only one young man with a sturdy build and a thin layer of hair remained.
The man bowed and said, "I'm Dou Bing, Chen Student." His voice was very deep, and his build clearly indicated his expertise in grappling. He seemed determined to pick himself up from where he fell.
Chen Chuan returned the bow, "Please give me guidance."
He was quite familiar with grappling. His first true opponent, Zhong Wu, excelled in this art, and so did his friend, Qiu Xin, who was still grappling with him today.
Furthermore, the Grappling Department at Wu Yi Academy was almost like the headquarters of the Mutual Aid Society, so he had secretly studied and guarded against such opponents the most.
Grappling wasn't about foolishly rushing to grab someone. Instead, it was the ultimate test of one's eye power and technique. Assuming that a bulky build meant a lack of intelligence was a stereotype. In reality, although fighters primarily trained their bodies, most of the time, they relied on their brains to win.
He had considered numerous strategies against such opponents, but later had few opportunities to test them. Now, he felt it was worth a try, and even if he failed, it wouldn't matter. There were no such skilled opponents to practice with at other times, and he didn't need to worry about winning or losing.
After thinking it over, he didn't assume a stance but casually stood there.
Dou Bing, however, was as cautious as if facing a formidable foe. He didn't underestimate Chen Chuan's casual demeanor, as their previous encounter had proven this opponent's prowess. But after a few tentative moves, Chen Chuan seemed completely unguarded, which puzzled Dou Bing.
Although he remained cautious, he wouldn't let this deter him. He was confident in his grappling skills.
So, he slowly moved closer, then suddenly lunged forward, grabbing towards Chen Chuan. If one observed the placement of his hands, they were almost identical to Chen Chuan's position when he grabbed Han Kuang. It was clear that he intended to defeat Chen Chuan using the same method Chen Chuan had used on Han Kuang.
However, to the surprise of most people in the arena, Chen Chuan didn't dodge or evade the grab. He simply allowed himself to be caught, leaving even Dou Bing in disbelief.
Not only them, but even Ni Qianqian and several older spectators were astonished, unsure of Chen Chuan's intentions.
However, with their extensive experience, they quickly considered a possibility. Could it be that he wanted to...
As Dou Bing grabbed Chen Chuan, strength surged into his body. At this point, he had already let down half his guard. Regardless of Chen Chuan's intentions, unless his strength completely overwhelmed Dou Bing, there was no chance of escape at this stage. From now on, it would be his rhythm.
He forcefully lifted Chen Chuan, then slammed him towards the ground, almost identical to how Chen Chuan had thrown Han Kuang. The audience eagerly watched, and someone couldn't help but shout "Good" prematurely.
But they didn't notice that Chen Chuan had maintained his calm throughout. Just before he hit the ground, he suddenly moved.
His body bent, and his feet wrapped around Dou Bing's neck. Then, with a backward grasp of Dou Bing's arm, he channeled strength in the opposite direction, simultaneously contracting his back and abdominal muscles.
Dou Bing's body went numb, and he instantly lost his balance. His downward slam turned into a forward roll, and his back hit the ground with a loud thud.
Chen Chuan, on the other hand, leveraged the force to land steadily, then quickly moved forward, pressing down on Dou Bing's head as he tried to lift it, slamming it down. With a loud thud, Dou Bing lay motionless.
The spectators were stunned.
The battle's rapid shift left them unable to react and hard to accept. Clearly, Chen Chuan was about to be defeated, but in the blink of an eye, the tables turned, and Dou Bing was the one lying there.
Ni Qianqian tapped her lips, painted purple with lipstick, and thought to herself, "As I expected, just like I thought a moment ago. There's almost no flaw in the release of grappling force; if there is, it's that as the force gradually dissipates, the control over the restrained person weakens."
However, the altered organism would have a brief adjustment period when released from restraint. Most people couldn't react in time, let alone launch an effective counterattack.
Yet, Chen Chuan had done just that and used this sole opportunity to counterattack.
It was a bold choice. If his reaction were a bit slower or the altered organism's adjustment were untimely, he would have been in deep trouble. Others wouldn't dare to attempt such a risky move.
What a daring move!
She couldn't help but lead the way with a light round of applause, a risky move, but it was worthy of acclaim, especially since he won. With that, all his choices were justified, and he was beyond reproach."
After her applause, Liu Yin immediately followed suit, his expression serious. He always believed that winning and losing were common occurrences, and there was nothing to be ashamed of in defeat. Find the reasons for your loss and plug the holes, right? Every opponent deserves respect. If you think losing is unacceptable, what's the difference between that and locking yourself in a room to declare yourself the strongest?
He was popular among the younger generation, and seeing him do this, many people reluctantly joined in the applause, and scattered, not-so-enthusiastic claps echoed in the arena.
After clapping, Ni Qianqian looked at Chen Chuan, "Chen Chuan, it's the second round. Do you need a break?"
Chen Chuan sincerely replied, "Thank you, Sister Ni. I only used a little more time than before, so I probably don't need one yet."
Hearing this, several young people in the arena couldn't help but clench their fists, making a creaking sound.
Ni Qianqian glanced and hummed, "So, who's next?"
After a while, another student stepped forward from the crowd. His body had excellent proportions, and his muscles were lean and powerful under his training uniform. He bowed to Chen Chuan, "Student Chen, I'm Ren Qiao. Please give me guidance."
Chen Chuan returned the bow, "Please give me guidance."
Ren Qiao looked at Chen Chuan with great caution. The lessons from the previous two rounds told him that he must never engage in close combat with Chen Chuan. He needed to keep him at a certain distance.
Since Chen Chuan had consecutively defeated two opponents, both with a single move, Ren Qiao's goal wasn't to defeat Chen Chuan immediately. Instead, he planned to hold his ground against this opponent and maintain his undefeated record.
At this moment, a short-haired, round-faced woman in her thirties approached Ni Qianqian. She said, "Ren Qiao has always been a very down-to-earth person. Although he's not as good as Liu Yin, he excels in stability and knows how to take things one step at a time. He should be able to hold his own against this Little Brother Chen for a while."
Ni Qianqian snapped her fingers, and a coin popped out. The short-haired woman grabbed it, examined it, and said, "An Empire-era one-yuan silver coin? It's rare to see these days. It's worth a hundred to two hundred yuan now."
Ni Qianqian said, "I bet on one round."
The short-haired woman put away the silver coin and said, "It's a bet."
Meanwhile, in the arena, Chen Chuan stood casually, his posture appearing as if he could be pushed over with a nudge. But Ren Qiao dared not underestimate him.
However, he couldn't stall for too long; otherwise, he would lose his momentum. With so many people watching, they didn't come to see him stand there doing nothing. He felt the pressure, so after waiting for a while, he decided to launch his offense.
He didn't rush in; instead, he moved closer and lifted his foot as if to kick, slightly feinting to lure Chen Chuan into changing his move or moving first. But the latter remained unmoved.
Seeing his probing attempt fail, he quickly took half a step forward and kicked up. Although it looked powerful, he was still holding back. Whether Chen Chuan advanced or retreated, he had a countermeasure ready.
After Ren Qiao entered the arena, Chen Chuan appeared casual on the surface, but he never underestimated any opponent and kept a close eye on this person.
Seeing Ren Qiao's way of attacking, he knew that this person had a psychological burden, so he started cautiously. If it were a ring match, both sides would be limited by the rules, and many methods couldn't be used. This mindset wasn't wrong for a ring match, but in this internal exchange tournament without explicit rules, such behavior wasn't a good thing.
Moreover, this was an opportunity to be exploited.
At this moment, facing his opponent's probing, Chen Chuan slightly bent his knees, spread his hands apart, and leaned forward slightly. To everyone in the arena, it seemed like he was preparing to rush forward and grab Ren Qiao's waist during his kick.
Ren Qiao was startled but quickly reacted by lowering his leg and moving the other leg back to stabilize his center of gravity.
However, at that moment, Chen Chuan changed his move again. He raised his hands slightly, aiming at Ren Qiao's head, and took a step forward.
Ren Qiao realized it wasn't a throw and hold; instead, Chen Chuan was going for his head. If he made contact, regardless of whether force was applied, he would undoubtedly be declared the loser. He quickly raised his hands to block and counterattack.
But at this moment, he glanced at Chen Chuan's foot, slightly off the ground, as if about to kick. He was startled because if that kick landed, the impact point would be the gap at his waist at that moment. He realized that the previous feint was to lure him into a false sense of security. If this strike landed, regardless of whether he was injured, it would definitely throw off his balance.
Upon this realization, he naturally tried to rectify the situation. He quickly retracted his force, attempting to shield that area. However, before he could complete the move, his over-exertion caused him to stumble to the side.
Not good!
As he felt something amiss, Chen Chuan suddenly approached, and his hands were already reaching out. One hand grabbed his waist, and the other rested on his shoulder. A surge of force penetrated him, and his body went limp. He fell to his knees with a thud.
He felt a light tap on the back of his neck with a finger joint, and his body trembled involuntarily. He then bitterly smiled and said, "I lost."
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(End of Chapter)
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