Chapter 342: Victory in Battle, No Need for Weapons
Chapter 342: Victory in Battle, No Need for Weapons
Inside the bus, Teacher Bai's expression turned solemn as he noticed Wei Wusheng intentionally moving towards him. He couldn't help but loosen his collar.
Although apprehending Wei Wusheng wasn't his responsibility, and he had no interest in interfering, he wondered if Wei Wusheng's approach was a sign of disrespect.
Just then, he sensed something and looked outside, spotting a man with his hands in his pockets standing above a streetlight. The man exuded a rogue-like aura, but after a brief eye contact and a smile, he vanished.
Teacher Bai's gaze intensified. This was clearly another Third Dimension expert, but his identity was unclear. The situation suggested he might be Wei Wusheng's accomplice.
Under these circumstances, he couldn't act rashly. He immediately instructed the students in the bus, "The bus has been modified. Everyone stay inside and remain within my line of sight."
As the rolling object approached and was about ten meters away, a loud boom accompanied by a cloud of dust and the sound of a sword and hammer clashing abruptly halted its advance.
As the dust gradually dispersed and settled, the figures of two people became clear. Chen Chuan and Wei Wusheng stood face-to-face, their weapons, the Xuejun Blade and the hammer, locked together like a wrestling match.
After a moment, the point of contact between the hammer and the blade emitted a metallic friction sound and exhibited slight tremors. With the force pushing against each other, they both stepped back, landing and then taking a few steps outward to stabilize themselves.
Despite this being a routine separation, the excessive force and power caused both individuals to retreat about seventeen or eighteen meters in a single motion.
At that moment, where they had just passed by, a screeching sound of friction emerged. The upper half of a box truck slowly slid down, landing on the ground with a loud thud, revealing a clean, flat cut surface.
Further behind, a bus with two blown-out tires tipped over to one side, crashing with a boom, sending up a cloud of dust and scattering countless shards of glass and debris.
Chen Chuan and Wei Wusheng stared at each other, simultaneously regulating their breathing.
The brief twenty-second confrontation involved rapid movements, clashing forces, and power exchanges, all of which stimulated their altered tissues to an extreme degree. It was as if a tightly wound string was being adjusted, seizing the opportunity to find balance.
The students in the bus watched with mouths dry and hearts racing. They were aware that they weren't too far from the two fighters, but as seasoned combatants, they maintained their composure, calmly observing the scene just over ten meters away.
Wei Wusheng's reputation had reached every student, thanks to his recent actions. As for the other fighter... Chen Chuan... he was known as a reserved individual on the academy platform. The general impression was that he was unremarkable beyond his good looks.
However, no one could have imagined that this low-profile student was also a Third Dimension fighter!
Tan Zhi was particularly astonished, but suddenly, his head felt swollen, prompting him to cover his eyes. Subsequently, his mind replayed fragmented memories of the cruise ship.
He suddenly understood... could it be that...
Chen Chuan held the sword with both hands, positioning it along the centerline, his gaze fixed on Wei Wusheng. In terms of sheer power, it seemed that in this state, he couldn't overpower Wei Wusheng and might even be at a significant disadvantage. The previous attacks relied heavily on the boost from high-speed movement; a straightforward slash wouldn't have such devastating power.
Regarding speed, although there was little difference initially, Chen Chuan noticed that during the offense, Wei Wusheng's speed seemed to increase with each attack.
No, that was likely the full extent of Wei Wusheng's power, which, under pressure, gradually adapted and revived.
This was understandable. Typically, those who practiced cross-training power took time to enter the state, but their endurance and adaptability were remarkable.
In his current physical state, Chen Chuan was no longer capable of countering his opponent and might even be overpowered in the ensuing battle.
If that were the case, then...
His eyes flashed with determination, and under the guidance of his will, he released his self-imposed limitations.
In that instant, everything around him became crystal clear. Every change in light and shadow, every speck of dust floating in the air, every sound, and every change in the surrounding environment were vividly captured by his senses. As his consciousness focused, the entire world seemed to slow down.
With a turn of his hands, he gracefully raised the long sword to his upper side.
As he executed this move, everything around him seemed to freeze. He stepped forward, his sword sweeping upwards in a diagonal slash!
Teacher Bai, who had been observing the situation and anticipating potential threats, was stunned. He heard a rapid collision, and when he looked again, the scene before him made his eyes widen in surprise.
Chen Chuan stood sideways, the sword handle held at his waist, and the blade had pierced Wei Wusheng's abdomen, with the tip protruding from his back!
"What?!"
Teacher Bai was shocked by the scene before him. What had just happened in that instant? He hadn't been able to capture any of Chen Chuan's movements!
The students behind him exclaimed in surprise.
Chen Chuan tilted his body slightly, his gaze fixed on Wei Wusheng's towering figure. Blood flowed from the latter's neck, and a slanting gash across his chest revealed the flesh beneath.
In that instant, Chen Chuan had unleashed six strikes, intending to capitalize on the sudden surge of speed to decapitate Wei Wusheng.
Such a strategy would render even the strongest cross-training skills useless.
However, just as he was about to sever Wei Wusheng's head, the latter suddenly erupted with a reaction and speed far surpassing his previous display. Using his hammer, he deftly blocked the slashing blow of the sword and subsequently parried the remaining attacks, only failing to evade the final thrust.
Or perhaps...it was a deliberate move on Wei Wusheng's part.
Chen Chuan felt the sword's movement restricted within Wei Wusheng's body, entangled by a resilient, viscous force, as if his muscles and altered internal organs had completely locked it in place.
At that moment, Wei Wusheng suddenly raised his hands high, the movement appearing remarkably slow and powerful. Even the second-limit students at the back could see the entire process clearly, but in reality, within an instant, he had lifted the hammer above his head.
His towering figure blocked the sunlight from behind, and the hammer seemed to absorb all the force.
After a brief pause, the hammer plummeted downward with immense force!
Chen Chuan watched the descending hammerhead, knowing that if he didn't abandon his sword and dodge, the hammer would crush his head and body, replaying the scene from the cruise ship.
But as the hammer fell halfway, before its full force was unleashed, Chen Chuan twisted his waist, palm up, and with a deft motion, he caught the hammerhead with a resilient force, preventing it from falling further.
As he resisted, he unavoidably endured the nearly crushing downward force, but his altered internal organs layer by layer, neutralized and dissipated the force.
In a swift and precise movement, he flipped through the pages of a book, each action flawless.
It was evident that Wei Wusheng had gathered all his strength for that strike, and Chen Chuan, using his smaller frame to counter the larger force, perfectly neutralized the power. This was the culmination of his technical training over the past few months.
Next, he needed to capitalize on Wei Wusheng's momentary weakness after exerting such force, mobilizing his own altered internal organs for a counterattack. Whether he chose to draw his sword and strike again or deepen the wound, he had the advantage.
But before he could act, a resilient force emanated from the hammerhead, surprising Chen Chuan. The two forces seamlessly connected, one following the other without pause.
Under the sudden pressure of this force, Chen Chuan immediately engaged another set of altered internal organs, originally intended for offense, to neutralize the incoming power.
Although his body remained unharmed, his posture lowered, and his feet sank into the ground.
Realizing the situation, Chen Chuan understood that Wei Wusheng aimed to pin him down. If he didn't resolve this issue, he would be embedded in the ground, facing a predicament similar to the one he encountered with Youxuan.
Maintaining a calm gaze, Chen Chuan's sword-holding hand trembled slightly, and the sword itself responded with a tremor.
Wei Wusheng felt the sword come to life, its altered internal organs nearly escaping his control. A moment's relaxation, and it would break free.
With a steely gaze, Wei Wusheng made a startling move. He suddenly released the hammer's handle, abandoning the weapon. With a swift motion, he reached for Chen Chuan's shoulder, attempting to grasp it.
Chen Chuan's eyes flashed with alertness, sensing the danger. He didn't forcefully grab the sword but instead released his grip, stepping back while simultaneously drawing Wei Wusheng's hammer into his own grasp. His movement was almost imperceptible, and his posture remained unchanged as he moved ten meters away.
Chen Chuan glanced at Wei Wusheng, who hadn't pursued him, then at the hammer in his hand, unfamiliar with its use, and discarded it.
Wei Wusheng reached for the blade, slowly drawing it out of his body, and with a flick of his wrist, threw the sword away.
His abdominal wound rapidly closed, and the injuries on his neck and forehead, though stained with residual blood, showed no signs of the previous slashes.
Chen Chuan realized that compared to the previous encounter, Wei Wusheng's strength had not only increased but seemed to possess an additional force, completely opposite to the previous one.
It wasn't like a fighter skillfully coordinating altered internal organs from different body parts; instead, it was as if he had a separate set of organs, equally powerful. It was as if two people inhabited his body.
These two forces seemed to operate independently, only merging in moments when his life was threatened.
Wei Wusheng removed his hat, placing it on the car's hood, and unbuttoned his collar. Unable to use his weapon temporarily, he decided to rely on his fists and feet.
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(End of Chapter)
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