A few more days passed, and the time quickly came to the end of November.
Chen Chuan originally needed to take monthly exams, but after getting the weapon certificate, it was no longer necessary. Not only the monthly exams, but now he no longer had to take the midterm and final exams.
After all, being able to obtain the weapon certificate has already proved his own strength. His true level has exceeded that of ordinary students of the same grade or senior class in school. There is no need to use ordinary assessments to measure it.
This way he doesn't have to worry about preparing for the exam, but he doesn't have time to spare. By next month, he may have to get a new assignment and receive further training, so these days he goes to the military early in the morning. He went to the training hall of the Attack Department and practiced with the students there in order to become more familiar with the use of the long sword.
However, he naturally uses training knives during sparring. Even if he has a weapon certificate, he does not need to carry weapons around the academy all day long.
After training that day, he went back to his dormitory, ready to wash up and go to eat. But when he got out of the elevator and walked to the dormitory area, he saw a person standing at the door of his dormitory. This was a pale-faced, handsome-looking man. Some handsome young men were wearing expensive and exquisite imported costumes.
And Wei Dong was also standing there, glaring at this man.
He looked at the two people in surprise, then looked at Wei Dong, and asked curiously: "Brother Wei, what are you doing?"
Wei Dong said: "Brother Chen, he doesn't look like a good person."
Chen Chuan smiled and said, "This is the dormitory building. Since the dormitory teacher can let him come here, then it is no problem to come."
Wei Dong thought for a while and said, "But he still doesn't look like a good person."
Chen Chuan hummed, looked at the young man again, and said, "I'll handle it." Wei Dong said, "Okay." With that, he quickly returned to the room and slammed the door.
Chen Chuan then asked the young man: "What does this senior have to do here? Why are you standing at the door of my dormitory?"
When the handsome young man heard what he said, he was no longer as calm as before. He turned to Chen Chuan and said, "Are you Chen Chuan?"
Chen Chuan nodded and said, "It's me."
The handsome young man looked at him for a moment and said, "I have something to discuss with you alone." He added in a more serious tone, "It's very important to you."
Chen Chuan glanced at him, took out the key and opened the door, raised his hand and said, "Please."
The young man walked in without any courtesy. Chen Chuan followed him in, walked to the cabinet, poured a glass of water, and said, "There is only boiled water here."
The young man came to the middle of the living room, stood still, turned around, and said, "My name is Jing Lin, and I'm not your senior yet."
Chen Chuan nodded and said, "Well, Mr. Jing, you asked me to talk about something. What do you want to say?"
Jing Lin said calmly: "My teacher wants to meet you. You may not know his identity, but I am telling you now that he is from Central City. This is an opportunity for you, and my teacher rarely gives people Opportunity.
You're lucky. I don't know why the teacher suddenly took a fancy to you. After all, you don't look special. Well, that's all. Come with me. "
With that said, he walked directly outside.
It was only after he walked to the door that he realized that Chen Chuan was still standing there. He frowned and said displeasedly: "Why are you still standing there? Why don't you hurry up and follow him?"
Chen Chuan turned around, with his back to the floor-to-ceiling window. A long shadow fell on the side, making his face a little unclear, but his voice came out clearly: "I'm sorry, Mr. Jing, I don't care about the teacher who went to see you." Not the slightest bit interested.”
Jing Lin was suddenly stunned, and seemed to find it a little unbelievable. He looked at Chen Chuan up and down, and reminded: "Do you know what you are talking about? Do you not understand the meaning of this? Forget it..." He seemed to be very impatient, "I say it again, now, follow me and follow me to see the teacher. Do you understand?"
Chen Chuan said in a natural tone: "I'm sorry. If you just want to say this, then I have given you a clear answer. Mr. Jing, you can go."
Jing Lin sneered, "Stupid!" He said irritably: "Do you think what you see is everything? I hate self-righteous people like you the most."
Chen Chuan said calmly: "If you refuse to leave, I can ask the dormitory teacher to ask you to leave."
Jing Lin stared at him for a moment and laughed. He lowered his head first, then raised his head, and said with a sneer: "I knew it would be like this in the end. People from small places like you are always arrogant and look at the sky from a well. You don't know the real truth." What the world is.”
He chuckled again, "I have read about you in the newspaper. It is said that you are very good at fighting. I want to see it and let you..." He pulled off his tie and "understand the world again."
Chen Chuan looked at him, "Do you want to compete with me?"
"Sparring? Haha, if that's what you think, that's fine too."
Chen Chuan nodded and said, "Okay, let's go outside." He walked out first, and Jing Lin followed him.
After a while, the two people walked out of the corridor, came to the training space on the floor outside, and then stood face to face.
Chen Chuan moved his shoulders a little, and when he saw Jing Lin standing there straight and straight with no intention of moving, he reminded him, "Your Majesty, don't you need to warm up your lower body?"
Jing Lin said coldly: "No need, let's start now, it will be over soon anyway."
Chen Chuanchuan: "Then let's get started."
Jing Lin raised his hand and said, "See clearly." As he said this, his body suddenly swayed, and he didn't see him move. He seemed to leave the place at once, and the next moment he came to Chen Chuan's side, and he still maintained his posture. Maintain the original standing posture.
Jing Lin glanced at Chen Chuan, who seemed to be standing there motionless, with a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth. He stretched out his hand to press his shoulder. However, before he could put his hand on it, his palm suddenly hurt. Suddenly, he found that his hand was actually He was slapped away by Chen Chuan's outstretched hand.
Um?
He was very surprised. His movements were driven by alienated tissues stimulated by special techniques, which were far beyond the reaction of ordinary fighters. How could Chen Chuan, who was still at the first limit at most, be able to keep up?
Before he could recover from his surprise, Chen Chuan's body suddenly turned around and he was face to face with him in an instant, and the hand had already grabbed his wrist with a snap.
Jing Lin's eyes narrowed.
When Chen Chuan held him, his palms naturally penetrated with force. If an ordinary person was held by him like this, if there was no alienated tissue that strengthened the wrist joints, or if he resisted with the same force, then this part would be pinched in one go. It is not impossible to break it.
But this time, I didn't feel the opponent's resistance. The force I sent out was like a stone in the ocean, without causing any reaction. The opponent didn't pull his hand away. Instead, he sent it upward, and actually slipped out a part, and then his wrist Everything further down was inserted under his wrist. In the process, the entire arm was like a swimming snake body.
Jing Lin's eyes showed coldness. Being entangled by him, he could break all the bones of Chen Chuan's arm with just one twist. Only in this way could the latter learn a lesson.
Then when he exerted his strength, he found that the arm that was entangled with him was not his arm, but seemed to be made of steel and could not be twisted at all. There was a hint of disbelief in his eyes.
How can this be?
This entangled competition is, to put it bluntly, a confrontation between the strength and power of alienated organizations. How long has the young man in front of him been practicing? How many alienated organizations can be formed in just two or three months? How could he possibly be able to block it under such intense pressure?
Chen Chuan could feel bursts of power coming from his arms. More than that, he could detect that Jing Lin had a tightening force almost all over his body. This was almost separated from the breathing rhythm. There was no precursor or gap when exerting force. , which was completely different from the enemies he had encountered before.
But just like that, he gently moved his arm outward, and a powerful force burst out. Jing Lin couldn't help but be pulled off his center of gravity, and his feet staggered two steps.
Then Chen Chuan stepped on his foot, suddenly exerted force, and suddenly rushed forward. Jing Lin's eyes shrank when he saw this, but two hands climbed up his arms, and at the same time he pressed down and tried to drag him.
However, this move seemed to have no effect. Chen Chuan was almost dragged forward, and there was a rapid and sharp friction sound on the floor.
After just a few steps, Chen Chuan came to the wall, and with a flick of his hand, Jing Lin was suddenly lifted up and smashed towards the wall. He suddenly opened his eyes wide, "You..."
There was a bang and the whole wall shook. However, when they collided, the muscles on his back squirmed, removing the power.
Chen Chuan showed no expression on his face as he pulled him back, lifted him up into the air, and threw him against the wall!
"boom!"
Jing Lin couldn't help coughing, extremely frightened and angry, and said: "Stop! Stop!"
"boom!"
Chen Chuan ignored his words and smashed him against the wall over and over again. The huge banging sound could be heard throughout the seventh floor, causing some students in the dormitory to walk out involuntarily. Seeing what happened, the dormitory teacher also came here with a serious expression.
The fierce collisions continued. Every time, Jing Lin's face became uglier. At first, he could still rely on his special muscles and strength to resist and resolve them. However, as such collisions occurred more frequently, he felt that he could not resist the collision. The tight force could no longer be maintained, and all the bones in his body seemed to have become loose during the collision, but no matter how hard he tried in the middle, he could not resist that pure and powerful force.
The most important thing is that in such frequent and fierce confrontations, Chen Chuan showed no sign of exhaustion.
"How can it be……"
Jing Lin's face was filled with shock and anger. After another collision, he finally reached his limit. His whole strength instantly collapsed, as if the original condensed body suddenly became extremely loose.
After Chen Chuan felt that the two arms wrapped around him had softened, like two dead snakes, he shook his hands and shook them off, leaving Jing Lin behind.
Dropped on the ground. He straightened his clothes and walked back. After two steps, he turned his head and said, "Welcome to the real world." With that, he walked out of here in the presence of a crowd of students and dormitory teachers.
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