Celestial Human Diagram-Chapter 77 - 67: Struggle of Force

The teacher on the stage and the students below all saw it clearly. Qiu Xin’s move was supposed to be a demonstration, meaning he should have lowered his partner gently. Instead, he didn’t hold back at all.

Even though the stage had a springy surface, a throw like that could easily knock someone unconscious—and that would be getting off easy. If things went wrong, it could cause serious injury.

They realized something was off. Fortunately, they saw Chen Chuan get up quickly and assumed it was some kind of technique, so they all breathed a sigh of relief. Some even applauded. Only Guan Xinyin remained still, her eyes fixed on the two men on stage with a serious and intent expression.

Qiu Xin slowly turned around. He looked at Chen Chuan, his eyes holding a mix of confusion and cold severity. "You said you wanted to ask me for some pointers, didn’t you?" he said. "If there’s anything you don’t understand, I can guide you."

Chen Chuan smiled faintly. "That’s good."

Teacher Xu glanced between the two but said nothing.

Chen Chuan rolled his wrists and shoulders, then stepped forward. As the two drew closer, the students below grew tense.

Qiu Xin spread his arms wide and planted his feet apart, his body leaning slightly forward. His eyes were locked on Chen Chuan. They were about the same height, but Qiu Xin was clearly larger and had a significant weight advantage.

Chen Chuan could see the confidence in Qiu Xin’s posture. It was a stance designed to use his Power defensively, allowing him to grab an opponent the moment they attacked and then settle the match with a Wrestling Takedown.

Fighters from the Wrestling Takedown Department all mastered Cloak Force, along with an offensive counterpart, Combat Wrestling Force. Once they grabbed an enemy, their Power would seep into the body. That was the very Power he had just endured.

In the past, he would have had to rely on the element of surprise to deal with someone like this, but that was no longer necessary. As he moved forward, a scraping sound echoed across the stage floor, and he shot out a kick.

Qiu Xin seemed to have anticipated this. He shifted his body to the side and raised his hands in a high-low block, his movements incredibly fast. Below the stage, Guan Xinyin recognized it as the Winch Hand technique. After blocking an attack, a simple reverse twist could lock the opponent’s limbs.

And for someone skilled in Wrestling Takedown or grappling to get a hold of even one limb was an extremely dangerous situation.

Chen Chuan didn’t put his full force into the kick. Instead, he spun his body and sent another kick upward—a lightning-fast switch kick.

However, Qiu Xin was prepared to take the hit head-on. All his vital points were covered by his Winch Hand technique, so he didn’t panic and remained still. What he wasn’t prepared for was the sudden surge of power that came from Chen Chuan’s leg as it met his arm, a power that began to seep into his body.

’Power?’

Qiu Xin was startled. He had looked into Chen Chuan’s background beforehand. ’Could he really have mastered a Force Technique after only two months at the academy?’

But this was no time for him to overthink it. Power could only be countered by Power. He had to hastily muster his own in response. Otherwise, the kick would have sent him stumbling back, and if his stance was broken, the situation would become extremely unfavorable for him.

Just then, Chen Chuan kicked again. This kick didn’t look particularly fast, but it too carried Power. Qiu Xin had just scrambled to deal with the last one and was now pinned in place by the opposing Power. Feeling another wave of it coming, he could only mobilize his own Power to counter it again, hoping to just endure it and then launch a counterattack.

However, what he didn’t expect was that after this kick came another, and then another. Chen Chuan was kicking at him relentlessly and without pause.

Chen Chuan’s kicks weren’t actually that fast; even the Class B students below could see them clearly. But each kick landed at the precise moment Qiu Xin was shifting his internal rhythm, forcing him to emit Power to counter but leaving him unable to do anything else.

So, in the eyes of the crowd, Qiu Xin looked like a training post, just standing there and taking Chen Chuan’s kicks without any counterattacks. But since this was a demonstration, maybe that was to be expected? It just looked a little strange.

Xu Wei and Guan Xinyin, however, were staring intently at the two. They could see that Qiu Xin was completely suppressed by Power, unable to make any other choice but to endure it head-on.

A contest like this was a battle of foundations, a test of who could last longer and who could endure more.

Although Chen Chuan currently held the initiative, the outcome was still uncertain. If Chen Chuan’s stamina gave out before Qiu Xin’s, then it would be the latter’s turn to launch a counterattack.

Qiu Xin was in agony. Every emission of Power put a strain on his internal organs. In a typical fight, using it five or six times was already a lot.

And that was when it was used sporadically, with time to prepare. Using it so densely and without interruption was the equivalent of fighting for one’s life.

But since he had come here today and decided to make a move, he had long stopped caring about such things. He gritted his teeth and waited for the moment Chen Chuan could no longer hold on.

He was confident that his extra years of training would allow him to win this kind of head-to-head slugfest. But as he forced out his Power again and again to counter, his vision began to blacken, his breathing grew ragged, and veins bulged on his forehead. A tearing pain spread through his body, and his head felt like it was about to explode.

Chen Chuan’s expression, however, remained calm from beginning to end. He maintained a steady rhythm with every blow, the only sound being the repeated thud of his kicks.

After what seemed like only a dozen or so kicks, just as he was about to launch another, he saw Qiu Xin’s eyes roll back into his head. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and his breathing all but stopped. Only his body remained motionless, frozen in its stance.

He slowly drew his leg back and set it on the floor. Turning to Xu Wei, he said, "Teacher Xu, Assistant Qiu seems to be unwell. It looks like we’ll need to call the medics for him."

Teacher Xu immediately shouted down to the side, "Medics!" The medical staff, who had been waiting nearby, rushed onto the stage.

With one hand in his pocket, Chen Chuan slowly walked off the stage. Behind him, perhaps due to the vibrations from the medics rushing up, Qiu Xin’s body toppled backward, slamming onto the stage floor. His limbs twitched feebly.

As he stepped off the stage, he walked down the aisle toward the training hall’s exit, his expression placid under the awed and admiring gazes of the Class B students.

Guan Xinyin, who was still seated, thought for a moment, then followed him out. Once outside, she called out, "Chen Chuan! Chen!"

Chen Chuan turned to look at her. She walked up and extended her hand. "Chen," she said, "I’ve heard Weidong mention you."

Chen Chuan shook her hand. "Guan. Hello."

Guan Xinyin said, "That guy, Qiu Xin, has been working as an assistant for the various guest teachers lately. I heard he’s always been on good terms with Zhongwu; he was the senior who showed him the ropes.

"I suspected he was targeting you just now. I was actually thinking of going up in your place, partly to see whose was stronger—his Wrestling Takedown or my Horizontal Training. After all, opportunities like that are rare. But now it seems I was worrying for nothing."

Chen Chuan replied politely, "Still, I appreciate the thought."

In fact, he already knew about Qiu Xin’s situation when he arrived. A line in the invitation letter had mentioned it, probably written by the teacher who sent it. It was just that after mastering his Force Technique, he was looking for someone to test his skills against, so he didn’t back down and came straight here.

Guan Xinyin stared at Chen Chuan. "Chen, you mastered a Force Technique in just two months. That’s incredible. No wonder Weidong refused to admit I was stronger than you, even after I beat him so many times. It seems he was right. I wonder if we could find some time to spar?"

"Sure," Chen Chuan said. Although Guan Xinyin practiced Horizontal Training, she surely trained in other areas as well. He would never turn down an opponent willing to fight him.

"Not right now," Guan Xinyin admitted candidly. "As I am now, I’m definitely no match for you. I’ll challenge you to a match after I’ve mastered Power."

Chen Chuan smiled. "In that case, I hope you master your Force Technique soon."

Meanwhile, after leaving the dormitory, Cheng Zitong went to organize some documents. In the afternoon, he arrived at the door of the Recruitment and Preparation Department office and knocked. The person inside, Master Gao, saw it was him and said, "What is it? More progress?"

Cheng Zitong walked in, sat down across from him, and handed him a form. "My student has already mastered the Circulation Technique. I’m here to file the report so I can register him later. What do you think? Pretty fast, huh?"

"A little over two months," Master Gao said. "That is fast."

Cheng Zitong said, "I knew it. You all must think it’s ’just’ the Circulation Technique, that it has no future. So what if it’s the Circulation Technique? My student will definitely make good use of it."

"You have that much confidence in your student?" Master Gao asked.

"Are you kidding?" Cheng Zitong said. "My student and I are both of the Intuition School. How could we train without confidence?"

Master Gao looked at him. "It’s good that you’re confident."

Cheng Zitong knew him well. Hearing him say that, he involuntarily sat up a little straighter. "What do you mean by that?"

Master Gao said, "Since you’re here today, I might as well tell you. As you know, we originally intended for He Xiaoxing to be your student’s teacher, but he was unwilling to come back, so we had you fill in temporarily.

"I’ve been calling He Xiaoxing for the past while, but he remained noncommittal. However, after hearing that your student chose the Circulation Technique, his attitude has shifted. He might come back to take a look. If he decides to take Chen Chuan on as his student..." He didn’t finish, merely glancing at Cheng Zitong. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

Cheng Zitong fell silent. After a moment, he said, "He Xiaoxing is a capable man. He’s a more suitable teacher than I am. If he’s willing to teach Chen Chuan, I will step aside for someone more qualified."

"What, you’re not going to fight for it?" Master Gao said.

"What is there to fight for?"

Cheng Zitong shook his head. He picked up his briefcase and waved a hand. "I’m off." With that, he walked out.

Master Gao watched him leave and was lost in thought for a long while before returning to his paperwork.

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