257: Chapter 254 A Battle of Wits is Also a Battle

Li Changsheng didn't care about the crowd's gaze, but his eyes subtly bypassed everyone to look into the distance.

He saw some suit-clad security guards patrolling various areas, seemingly pressing their ears and whispering something.

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Meanwhile, on the first floor of Building B of the research institute—the monitoring room inside this egg-shaped building.

There was actually a monitoring room on every underground floor; while it looked like a research facility, every underground floor was equipped with a prison-like configuration.

That is, there was a guard room and a monitoring room, and the two areas were connected.

Each floor had ten combat squads, which meant nearly seventy fully armed personnel.

On the first floor, there were also ten combat squads. Besides that, the nearby Building C was more like a small military training base, where fifty combat squads trained long-term.

Other squad members also frequently trained and stayed there.

The entire research institute could be described as armed to the teeth; if a war broke out, this place could definitely become a small military camp and respond quickly to wartime situations.

"Floor negative ten, Sub-sector A. High-priority observation target is in a behavioral conflict with others. Observe closely!"

"Received. However, it's just a normal conflict. Don't make any big moves, just observe!"

After finishing the report to the big shots in Building A of the research institute, Malfoy, the monitoring personnel watching in real-time in Building B, shrugged and then leisurely picked up his coffee.

"Malfoy, why does the boss care so much about an Asian?" a colleague nearby asked with a chuckle.

The pot-bellied Malfoy took a sip of coffee and sneered, "He's just an unlucky guy who got noticed, Coulson. Haven't you noticed? Those noticed by the boss leave here very soon."

"True." Hearing this, his colleague Coulson nodded, feeling a bit of schadenfreude. "Poor Asian lad, I hope he can be a lucky one, just like that 'Wan'."

"Lucky one? You mean 'Wan', No. 107, also from Sub-sector A?"

"Of course. Isn't he a lucky one? His number is very early, which means he's been here a long time. He's also performed excellently in the ring, which has earned him quite a few beautiful Franklins. Isn't that wonderful?

His physical condition happens not to meet the experimental standards, and he's already so wealthy. He could completely leave here and become a capitalist outside."

As Coulson spoke, a look of envy couldn't help but appear on his Face.

Hearing this, Malfoy was stunned for a moment, then started laughing.

"What's so funny, Malfoy?"

"Coulson, are you a baby?"

"Oh, shit, Malfoy, are you insulting me?"

"No! I'm just saying you're naive." Malfoy shrugged and gave a playful smile. "As long as they enter this place, they are pathetic wretches.

True, some who don't meet the standards can join the security team, but wanting to leave here? No, impossible."

"Oh? How is that possible? The company has rules and regulations, and in the contract..."

"Hehe, Coulson, don't talk to me about contracts. If you think I'm lying, you can resign right now and see if you can go back, see if you can see your dear wife and little darling," Malfoy sneered.

"This... but I can go back every week. I have two days off every week. The company hasn't restricted my personal freedom," Coulson was still puzzled.

"Of course, the company gives employees some leisure time, but that's on the premise that they know you want to stay in the company," Malfoy said flatly.

"Malfoy, what do you mean? I don't quite understand. You mean if I express that I want to leave the company, I'll..."

"No, I didn't say anything, and you didn't hear anything. In short, just remember that these test subjects are all just a bunch of turkeys on a farm."

"Turkeys? Oh, I see, Malfoy. It seems you also like reading sci-fi novels from Xia Country. I have to say, that really is a great novel."

The conversation between the two quickly drifted and began to shift toward their hobbies.

The electronic eye above their heads also moved its observation direction away.

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Li Changsheng didn't really want to do anything to Chen Youcai. After all, although the man liked to show off a bit, he was only in his thirties. Was it wrong to want to show off?

"Brother Chen, your Tai Xu Fist is also of the Taiji lineage. In that case, how about we use the Civil Match Push Hands of Traditional Martial Arts?"

Push Hands

In fact, it is very advantageous for Taiji. The boxing manual says: Ward-off, rollback, press, and push must be taken seriously; following up and down, it's hard for others to enter. Let him use great force to hit me; a pull of four ounces deflects a thousand pounds. Lead into emptiness and strike as one; stick, link, adhere, and follow without losing contact. Stillness and movement follow each other.

This kind of combat method is very elegant and does not hurt feelings. Both sides can know the depth of the other's strength without losing their sense of propriety due to violence.

Other External Martial Arts and internal styles later also had certain Push Hands methods to decide victory or defeat, which were considered acceptable methods for everyone.

Hearing this, Chen Youcai, who was already feeling uncertain because of what Zhang Zhao had said, nodded and looked at Li Changsheng with gratitude.

"This young man is quite decent. Although I don't know his strength yet, I'll give him some Face later and just stop at the right moment."

Chen Youcai felt a bit ashamed. This young man was very disciplined in martial ethics; it was he who had been in the wrong.

Seeing that the two were only doing Push Hands, many of the young onlookers shook their heads, losing interest.

Therefore, those remaining on the scene were a group of elderly Martial Masters and Wan Qianhe.

"Are you ready, young brother?"

Chen Youcai held his hands behind his back, looking like a Grandmaster.

"Anytime."

"Good! Straightforward."

Chen Youcai laughed loudly, then struck a pose, and the two slowly made contact.

Chen Youcai still had quite the style, striking a fixed-step Push Hands pose, while Li Changsheng was relatively much more casual, as if he were just casually reaching out his hand.

"Ready?"

Li Changsheng asked. Hearing this, Chen Youcai was stunned.

So arrogant?

You don't even have a pose, and you're planning to do Push Hands? Who are you looking down on?

"Rea... ready!"

Chen Youcai took a deep breath. However, as soon as he finished speaking, he felt a force suddenly come from Li Changsheng's palm. The force wasn't great, but it immediately made Chen Youcai's center of gravity lose balance.

So powerful?!

Chen Youcai quickly lowered his waist and braced his legs, intending to use following force, to overcome softness with softness, and push with his hands.

His technique was even prepared with the 'Three Shakes and Three Sways' Taiji technique, but in the next instant, he only felt a numbness in his wrist, as if his numbing point had been pressed.

He wanted to use force but couldn't; this feeling was extremely uncomfortable.

Impossible!

Chen Youcai was a bit anxious. With so many peers watching, his Face could not be lost.

But how could he know that the area Li Changsheng pressed was where the nerves and blood vessels all converged at the Pulse Gate? Li Changsheng only needed to use a little force, and Chen Youcai would be like the Sun Wukong in the Buddha's palm, unable to stir up even the slightest ripple.

He tried the four methods of ward-off, rollback, press, and push in succession, but it was truly like the Sun Wukong under the Five Fingers Mountain—he couldn't move at all.

At this moment, how could Chen Youcai not know that he had encountered a master?

"Master Chen, how about we call it a draw?"

Li Changsheng asked with a faint smile.

"Um... um... Master Li is also impressive. Chen is full of admiration. Let's stop here today."

To outsiders, if their skills weren't up to par, the two indeed looked like they were at a stalemate, as if it were a draw where neither could do anything to the other.

However, Chen Youcai was still a bit thin-skinned, and his Face felt a wave of heat.

Ashamed, I've run into a brick wall while trying to show off.

The two pulled back their hands, both showing smiles of mutual respect.