Atlas of Heaven and Man

For Chen Chuan, the overlapping time with his "Second Self" had already exceeded one minute, which was more than enough for him at this moment.

After the two merged, his running speed was astonishingly fast. He practically dashed in front of the first person in a single breath. That person hurriedly raised his steel pipe, but Chen Chuan flicked his wrist, and two pebbles he was holding flew out first.

A scream immediately came from the front. He stomped on the ground and launched a knee strike. Before the person could finish screaming, he was sent flying backward, obstructing the people behind him.

After landing, he grabbed the person's collar and yanked him to the right, actually throwing the person up and using him to block the incoming people from the side.

The sound of wind came from behind him. He bent over, dodging the steel pipe sweeping across. Without turning his head, he leaned backward and slammed an elbow into the person's abdomen, instantly causing him to kneel on the ground.

Figures flickered in front, and a steel pipe swung down. He raised his left arm to block it, his expression unchanged. He grabbed the pipe with a backhand and simultaneously threw a punch, hitting the attacker squarely on the bridge of his nose. The person's head snapped back, he released the pipe, and stumbled backward into the oncoming crowd, covering his face.

At this time, he heard hurried footsteps and angry shouts from behind, knowing that the people behind were catching up.

He ignored them and went to meet the crowd in front. As he approached, he took a step to the right and swept the steel pipe in his hand. This strike naturally used the whip-hand technique from the Great Dispersal Hand, twisting from the waist, his hand like a whip, instantly hitting one of the approaching people on the forearm. A visible bend appeared there, and the steel pipe fell to the ground with a clang.

His movements were coherent, using his waist to drive his arm. As the steel pipe swung, it then lashed to the left, instantly hitting a person's knee. At first, the person didn't seem to notice. He took half a step, then suddenly his leg went soft, and he fell to the ground, wailing and clutching his knee.

As Chen Chuan swung the pipe, his feet kept moving, maintaining his momentum. After a couple of strikes, he had already passed through. Two people tried to grab him, wanting to entangle him. If he were to be caught, then these people would swarm him, and it would be difficult to use his skills.

But with the blessing of the "Second Self", his steps were extremely fast. He brushed past the two people, who grabbed at empty air, lost their balance, and fell forward, causing the people around them to tumble into a pile.

Chen Chuan had already broken through the crowd. A burly man in work pants appeared in front of him. This person stood very steadily, giving a different feeling. Seeing him coming, this person raised the steel pipe in his hand and thrust it straight towards his center line.

Chen Chuan took a step to the side, while simultaneously raising and deflecting with his other hand. His fingers were slightly spread. If the steel pipe continued to thrust forward unchanged, he only needed to close his hand to grab it. However, the man kept his upper arm still and quickly flipped his wrist, causing the steel pipe to avoid the grab and suddenly strike towards his face!

But Chen Chuan's speed was even faster. Before the steel pipe could reach his face, his steps drove his body, and he had already moved out of range. The burly man in work pants, however, did not stop his attack. He raised and stomped his right foot, while simultaneously bending backward, a back arch, and the steel pipe stabbed like a spear, fast, accurate, and very unexpected.

Chen Chuan stomped his foot, and at this moment, instead of retreating, he advanced, tilting his head and leaning forward, letting the steel pipe graze past the side of his cheek. At the same time, he punched the other person's side ribs. The man was punched off the ground by his violent force, letting out a muffled groan.

Chen Chuan saw that he was still tightly gripping the steel pipe, as if he had not given up resisting. His knee suddenly rose, and he kicked him hard in the chin. Shattered teeth flew out with blood and saliva. The burly man in work pants fell backward, and a moment later, there was a dull thud as his body hit the ground.

He retracted his foot, his body motionless. He looked back slightly. There was only one person left. This person's eyes were full of horror. Seeing his gaze sweep over, he couldn't help but take a few steps back, and then simply threw away the steel pipe in his hand and turned to run away.

And the footsteps that were originally rushing over from the other end of the alley gradually slowed down at this moment, and then there was no sound at all.

Chen Chuan turned his head, carrying the steel pipe in his hand, and walked towards the group of people. Although there were still seven or eight people there, seeing him coming, they all unconsciously retreated backward. As he advanced, they continued to move backward.

Chen Chuan calmly walked through the crowd of people groaning and wailing on the ground, all the way to the place where he had stood at the beginning. He threw the steel pipe forward, and with a clang, it hit the ground in front, scaring the group of people back a few steps.

He went to the side to pick up his clothes, patted the dust off them, draped them over his shoulder, and walked towards the sunny place at the end of the alley.

This time, those remaining people no longer went up to stop him, but only watched him leave with fearful and respectful eyes.

Inside the temporary rental house, Brother Qi stood by the window, the cigarette in his mouth had gone out, and the corners of his eyes were twitching slightly. The man in the floral shirt opened his mouth wide, his face full of disbelief, and his eyes also carried a trace of fear, "This, this kid, is so good at fighting..."

On the other side, the young Wei Dong had already jumped down from the building, preparing to go over and help Chen Chuan, but he had only jumped to a retaining wall where he could stand, and before he could get down, the entire battle was over. He stared blankly at the direction Chen Chuan left, his face full of surprise: "Hey, hey, does it have to be so exaggerated?"

From the time Chen Chuan made his move to the time he knocked down these people, it only took seven or eight seconds from beginning to end. The speed, strength, and reaction he showed, he had never seen in anyone of the same age.

He glanced at it a few times, and then, as if stimulated, he turned around and quickly climbed back to his room, followed by the sound of banging and slapping the punching bag.

Chen Chuan had already walked out of the alley at this time. He came to a four-cornered phone booth, picked up the microphone, threw a coin in, dialed a number, and after waiting for the other side to connect, he said, "Is this the police station? I'm looking for Team Leader Nian Fuli. I'm his nephew, I need to talk to him."

After a while, Nian Fuli's voice came out: "Chen Chuan? What's the matter?"

Chen Chuan told him about the attack. He didn't bother to find out the origins of these people who attacked him, because he knew that the police station would definitely be able to find out, so he didn't need to waste that effort.

Nian Fuli asked, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, but I may have used a little too much force."

"Did you bring your satchel?"

"I've been running back and forth these days, it's inconvenient, so I didn't bring it."

"I understand, go back first, I'll take care of it."

Inside the Baofeng District Police Station, Nian Fuli hung up the phone, his face sank, and he said to the outside, "Xiao Wu, come here."

Immediately, a young and capable police officer walked over and said, "Master?"

Nian Fuli said, "Take some people to the Xigang District." As he spoke, he whispered a few more instructions. Xiao Wu nodded, saluted, and went out. After a while, a sharp whistle was heard outside, followed by the sound of neat military boots stepping.

Nian Fuli picked up the microphone again, dialed a number, and said after connecting, "Hello, Lao Yu, this is Lao Nian..."

In the four-cornered phone booth, Chen Chuan hung up the phone and walked out. At this moment, the figure of his "Second Self" behind him seemed to be more solid.

He looked up at the vast blue sky, with not a single cloud in sight.

Tomorrow is the enrollment day.

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