Chapter 96 Reality

Chapter 96 Reality

Chapter 96 Reality
A few more days passed, and soon it was the end of November.

Chen Chuan originally needed to take monthly exams, but after obtaining the weapon certificate, this was no longer necessary. Not only the monthly exams, but now he doesn't even need to take the midterm and final exams.

After all, being able to obtain a weapon license has already proved his own strength. His actual level has exceeded that of ordinary students of the same grade or senior grades in school. There is no need to measure him with ordinary assessments.

This way he doesn't have to bother preparing for the exam, but he doesn't have free time. By next month, he may have a new assignment and receive further training, so these days he goes to the training hall of the military department early in the morning to practice with the students there in order to become more familiar with the use of the long sword.

However, when practicing, he naturally used training knives. Even if he had a weapon license, he didn't need to carry a weapon with him all day long when walking around the academy.

After the training that day, he returned to the dormitory, preparing to wash up and go to eat. However, when he came out of the elevator and walked to the dormitory area, he saw a man standing at the door of his dormitory. This was a pale and handsome young man wearing a set of expensive and exquisite imported formal attire.

Wei Dong was also standing there, staring 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?"

Weidong said: "Brother Chen, he doesn't look like a good person."

Chen Chuan smiled and said, "This is the dormitory building. Since the dormitory supervisor allowed him to come here, then I think there should be no problem."

Wei Dong thought for a moment and said, "But he still doesn't look like a good person."

Chen Chuan nodded, looked at the young man again and said, "Let me handle it." Wei Dong said, "Okay." Then he went back to the room and slammed the door.

Chen Chuan then asked the young man, "What is the matter with this senior student? Why are you standing at the door of my dormitory?"

When the handsome young man heard him say that, 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 talk to you alone." He emphasized, "It's very important to you."

Chen Chuan glanced at him, took out the key, opened the door, raised his hand and said, "Please come in."

The young man walked in without any politeness. 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 came to me to talk about something. What do you want to talk about?"

Jing Lin said calmly: "My teacher wants to see you. You may not know his identity, but I will tell you now that he is from the central city. This is an opportunity for you, and my teacher rarely gives people opportunities.

You are very lucky. I don't know why the teacher suddenly took a fancy to you. After all, you don't look special. Well, let's stop here and follow me."

Having said that, he walked straight outside.

But when he walked to the door, he found that Chen Chuan was still standing there without moving. He frowned and said unhappily: "Why are you still standing there? Why don't you hurry up and catch up?"

Chen Chuan turned around, his back to the French window. His long shadow fell to one side, making his face unclear, but his voice came out clearly: "I'm sorry, Mr. Jing, I have no interest in meeting your teacher."

Jing Lin was stunned and seemed to find it a little unbelievable. He looked Chen Chuan up and down and reminded him, "Do you know what you are talking about? Don't you understand the meaning here? Forget it..." He seemed very impatient, "I'll say it again. Now, follow me and go to see the teacher. Do you understand?"

Chen Chuan said in a natural tone: "I'm sorry, if that's all you want to say, then I've already given you a clear answer, Mr. Jing, you can go now."

Jing Lin sneered, "Stupid!" He said irritably, "Do you think what you see is everything? I hate people like you who are so self-righteous the most."

Chen Chuan said calmly: "If you don't want to leave, I can ask the dormitory supervisor to ask you to leave."

Jing Lin stared at him for a moment, then chuckled. He lowered his head, then raised it again, sneering, "I knew it would end up like this. You people from small places are always so arrogant and you only see the world from a narrow perspective. You don't know what the real world is like."

He snorted again, "I read about you in the newspaper. I heard you're a good fighter. I want to see for myself, and let you..." He pulled his tie, "understand the world again."

Chen Chuan looked at him, "You want to spar with me?"

"Sparring? Haha, if that's what you think, fine."

Chen Chuan nodded and said, "Okay, let's go outside." He walked out first, and Jing Lin followed. After a while, the two walked out of the corridor and came to the training ground on the outside floor, and then stood face to face.

Chen Chuan moved his shoulders slightly, and seeing Jing Lin standing there straight and straight, with no intention of moving, he reminded him, "Don't you need to warm up your body?"

Jing Lin said coldly: "No need, let's start now, it will be over soon anyway."

Chen Chuan said: "Then let's get started."

Jing Lin raised his hand and said, "Look carefully." As he spoke, his body suddenly shook. He didn't see how he moved. It seemed that he left his original place and came to the side of Chen Chuan the next moment. He still maintained the original standing posture.

Jing Lin glanced at Chen Chuan who seemed to be standing there motionless, with a slight sneer on his lips. He reached out to press his shoulder, but before he put his hand on it, he suddenly felt a pain in his palm, and suddenly found that his hand was slapped away by the hand that Chen Chuan stretched out.

Ok?
He was very surprised. His movements were driven by alienated organizations stimulated by special techniques, which were far beyond the reactions of ordinary fighters. How could Chen Chuan, who was at most at the first limit, possibly keep up?
Before he could recover from his surprise, Chen Chuan's body suddenly turned around, and he was facing him in an instant, and his hand had already grabbed his wrist.

Jing Lin's eyes narrowed.

When Chen Chuan held him, force naturally penetrated into his palm. If an ordinary person was held like this by him, and if there was no alienated tissue to strengthen the wrist joint, or if he also resisted with force, it would not be impossible to crush this part in one go.

But this time he did not feel any resistance from the opponent, and the force he exerted was like a stone sinking into the sea, without causing any reaction. The opponent did not withdraw his hand, but instead pushed it upwards, and it actually slid out a bit, then cut his wrist down and inserted under his wrist. During this process, the whole arm was like a wandering snake.

Jing Lin's eyes showed coldness. With Chen Chuan's arm entangled by him, he only needed to twist it to break all the bones in his arm. Only in this way could the latter learn a lesson.

Then he exerted force, but found that what he was entangled did not seem to be his arm, but seemed to be made of cast iron and steel. He could not move it at all. There was a hint of disbelief in his eyes.

How can this be?

This kind of entangled competition is actually a confrontation between the strength and power of the alienated organizations. How long has this young man in front of him been training? How many alienated organizations can he form in just two or three months? How can he resist under such intense pressure?
Chen Chuan could feel the waves of strength coming from his arms. More than that, he could sense that Jing Lin had a tightening force all over his body, which was almost separated from the rhythm of his breathing. There was no warning or gap when he exerted his strength. This was completely different from the enemies he had encountered before.

But just like that, he gently pulled his arm outward, and a powerful force burst out, causing Jing Lin's center of gravity to shift and his feet to stagger two steps.

Then Chen Chuan stepped on the ground, exerted force suddenly, and suddenly rushed forward. Seeing this, Jing Lin's eyes narrowed, but he climbed up his arms with both hands and pressed down his center of gravity to try to drag him.

However, this action seemed to have no effect, and Chen Chuan almost dragged him forward, with a rapid and sharp friction sound on the floor.

After just a few steps, Chen Chuan had already reached the wall, and then he swung his hand, and Jing Lin was suddenly lifted up and thrown against the wall. He suddenly opened his eyes wide, "You..."

With a bang, the entire wall shook. However, when the two collided, the muscles on his back moved, dissipating the force.

Chen Chuan, however, had no expression on his face. He pulled him back, lifted him up into the air, and threw him against the wall!
"boom!"

Jing Lin couldn't help but cough, extremely shocked and angry, and said: "Stop! Stop right there!"

"boom!"

Chen Chuan simply ignored his words and slammed him against the wall over and over again. The huge bang could be heard throughout the seventh floor, attracting some students in the dormitory building to come out to see what was going on. The dormitory manager also came over with a serious look on his face.

The fierce collision continued, and every time it happened, Jing Lin's face became uglier. At first, he could rely on his special muscles and strength to resist and resolve it, but as such collisions occurred more frequently, he felt that the strength he had held tightly was a bit loose, and the bones all over his body seemed to become loose in the collision. However, no matter how hard he tried, he could not resist that pure and powerful force.

The most important thing is that despite such frequent and intense confrontations, Chen Chuan did not show any signs of exhaustion at all.

"How can it be……"

Jing Lin's face was filled with shock and anger. After another collision, he finally reached his limit. His entire body's strength collapsed instantly, as if a condensed body had suddenly become extremely loose.

When Chen Chuan felt the two arms that were wrapped around him become soft like two dead snakes, he shook them off and threw Jing Lin to 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 away as the students and dormitory teachers saw him off.

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(End of this chapter)