With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 100 Liu Ru Treats Her to a Meal, Domo Finally Comes True

Then, Meng Chuan stood in front of the stake and slowly assumed the starting stance of Luo-style Bajiquan.

In an instant, a chilling killing intent began to gather in his palm.

Although the surrounding classmates couldn't see anything, they instinctively moved away from Meng Chuan.

Ever since Meng Chuan mastered the killing intent, every time he gathered killing intent while punching, he would involuntarily affect the people around him.

With his current willpower, he is far from reaching the level of mastery that Luo Shi possessed.

Influencing the students around him was also a last resort. Meng Chuan discovered that when he concentrated his willpower, inspiration seemed to burst forth within him when he was boxing.

This allowed him to play more freely and unrestrainedly, making him feel exceptionally happy.

Meanwhile, the timely data feedback on the panel after testing proved that his idea was correct.

【Luo Family Bajiquan】→ Proficient 99%, Mastery 1%, Mastery 2%
Time slipped by unnoticed, and two hours passed in the blink of an eye.

When Meng Chuan regained his senses, he discovered that his main martial art had already reached the advanced stage.

He felt the heat in his hands and wiped the sweat from his head. Then he began to practice the Bengquan (a type of fist technique) that he had "stolen" from others.

His hands were filled with a flurry of punches, his arms moving swiftly forward and backward, leaving behind a trail of afterimages.

The sharp, whistling wind swept past my ears with extraordinary force.

Because the principles of boxing are interconnected, Meng Chuan's proficiency with the Bengquan (Crushing Fist) on the panel in his mind was rapidly increasing, with notifications coming every few minutes.

However, the prolonged practice of circulating qi and blood while boxing left Meng Chuan feeling exhausted.

He then stopped and stood still, his Bengquan technique improving dramatically thanks to the profound insights gained from his breakthrough in Luo's Bajiquan.

【Bengquan: Beginner (53%) → (84%) Awaiting Breakthrough】

Having exhausted most of his energy from practicing boxing, Meng Chuan stopped and felt a series of resistance sounds coming from his stomach. He looked up at the clock on the wall.

"Time for lunch!"

By the afternoon.

The improved muscle activity was indeed effective. After his blood and qi returned to normal, Meng Chuan practiced Luo-style Bajiquan several more times.

Martial arts training requires a balance of intensity and relaxation. After watching two more online lessons taught by Teacher Chen Yu while lying on the floor of the martial arts dojo, Meng Chuan prepared to go home.

Just as I stood up, the phone rang suddenly.

The screen showed that it was Liu Ru calling, and Meng Chuan answered:
[Meng Chuan, I saw online that a new Sichuan-Chongqing hot pot restaurant opened at Qiaojiekou, and the ratings are pretty good.]

Before Meng Chuan could speak, Liu Ru continued:
Actually, I mainly wanted to treat you to a meal to thank you for what happened at the martial arts tournament last time.

Venom read Liu Ru's memories and thought for a whole day before finally coming up with this lame excuse.

No need, Sister Ru, it's nothing serious.

I genuinely want to treat you to a meal to thank you in person, so please don't refuse.

On the other end of the phone, Meng Chuan inexplicably pictured a pair of shapely, tight purple yoga pants.

He wasn't some saint; he was just a young man full of vigor and passion, and to be honest, he really did want to go.
"Forget it, practicing martial arts is much better."

Meng Chuan quickly touched the granite-like muscles on his arm to suppress the nameless anger in his mind.

"Forget it, Sister Ru. The situation in the demon's lair outside the city is still unstable. You shouldn't go out at night these days. We still need to be wary of the Heavenly Demons."

After saying this, Meng Chuan, worried that his Dao heart was unstable, hurriedly hung up the phone.

On the other end of the phone, Liu Ru remained silent for a long time.

"This kid is way too afraid of dying."

After dinner, Meng Chuan returned to his room and began practicing Zhan Zhuang (standing meditation).

He stood quietly by the bed, his breathing becoming increasingly steady as he practiced standing meditation.

If an outsider were to look from a distance, Meng Chuan's posture would appear as if he were asleep, completely still.

But this is one of the proofs of having mastered the stance training to a high level.

[Taiyi Three Talents Stance: Human Stance (69%) → (70%) Awaiting Limit Break]

The 70% mark is a major hurdle, and also the final threshold to the Human Stance Realm.

Meng Chuan easily overcame this obstacle by persisting and upholding the principle of "one certificate for all."

Only after receiving a breakthrough notification on the panel did Meng Chuan slowly move his limbs, which were slightly stiff from standing in the stance for a long time.

Once his limbs had calmed down, Meng Chuan could truly feel that his body seemed to have become lighter.

It's as if the harmony between body and soul has reached a new level.

Meng Chuan is not one of those martial artists with the ability of inner vision. The specific reactions after his breakthrough will need to be explored in future training and practice.

In fact, once the proficiency reaches 70%, the difficulty of practicing either Xingyi Human Stance or Xiangxing Tiger Stance will reach a higher level.

Meng Chuan roughly assessed the situation and concluded that if he could maintain his current state and complete the daily standing meditation practice, improving by two or three points per month should not be difficult.

This is already considered fast, as seen with martial arts teachers Liang Weilong and Chen Tie at the school.

They've been standing there for so many years, and they're still stuck at around 80 or 90%.

However, this is also related to his later abandonment of stance training.

Standing meditation is a time-consuming but arduous practice, but its main function is to increase a martial artist's capacity to store qi and blood.

If the body's Qi and blood cannot be improved, expanding the body's capacity will be of no use.

Just as Meng Chuan was pondering the stance training, there was a knock on the door.

"Chuan'er, your package has arrived!"

Meng Chuan's thoughts were interrupted, and he stepped forward to open the door.

The aunt was holding a tightly wrapped styrofoam box in her arms.

He quickly reached out and took it.

Auntie was panting heavily, and after catching her breath for a while, she said:

"This box is so heavy! What did you buy?"

The courier company owner said this package was insured for a million yuan; I was terrified of dropping it while carrying it.

It turned out that Xue Na had just finished square dancing downstairs and then went to the post station to pick up a package for Meng Chuan.

After receiving the box, Meng Chuan used his palm as a knife, channeling his strength into his fingertips and gently slicing along the seam of the box.

With a soft "hiss," the box opened.

Upon closer inspection, a hint of surprise flashed in Meng Chuan's eyes; it was the Tantric body-strengthening oil he had been longing for.

Auntie looked curiously at the styrofoam box on the table and asked, "Chuan'er, what is this?" Meng Chuan took out the Tantric oil from it and explained:

"These are for martial arts training, they came from the Western Regions."

Because they're all packaged in glass bottles, they're easily bumped and damaged, which is why the insurance premium is so high.

Hearing this, Xue Na's eyes flashed with curiosity, and she couldn't help but ask:
"How much will this cost?"

Meng Chuan paused, his tone calm:

"These add up to a total of 25."

Upon hearing this, Xue Na was immediately shocked.

She carefully picked up a bottle from the pile, and saw a yellowish, murky liquid slowly flowing inside, looking like it was worthless.

"How can something like this cost so much? Forget it, make sure you check the stuff carefully. I don't understand the world of you martial artists."

Just as she was about to leave so as not to disturb Meng Chuan's martial arts practice, she turned back and gritted her teeth, saying:
“If you don’t have enough money, just tell your aunt. Your uncle and I still have some savings.”

Meng Chuan smiled and agreed.

After his aunt left, Meng Chuan watched the training videos of "Tama Iron Arm" several times.

After silently memorizing all the acupoints where his arm had been struck, he finally felt at ease enough to go to sleep.

The next day.

Meng Chuan arrived at the school's martial arts arena early in the morning, practicing his boxing while waiting for Teacher Chen Tie.

The two of them have been fighting every time they meet at school lately, so when they saw Meng Chuan greeting them, they were quite surprised.
Chen Tie was a ruthless man who didn't talk much. He slapped Meng Chuan on the back of the neck, preparing to beat Meng Chuan from head to toe.

Meng Chuan reacted extremely quickly, jumping back and saying:
"Teacher, wait a moment, I'm applying some oil."

After saying that, Meng Chuan picked up the Tantric Body Strengthening Oil and gently unscrewed the cap.

He recalled the dosage mentioned in the video last night and carefully applied the tantric oil evenly to his arm.

As the Tantric oil was applied, an indescribable, strange smell filled the air.

Teacher Chen Tie was already exhausted from working 8 a.m., and when he smelled this odor, he couldn't help but frown slightly.

He covered his mouth and nose, and asked with a puzzled look:

"Are you smearing poop on me? It smells awful! I don't want this stuff on my hands, what if it gets on them?"

Meng Chuan patiently explained it to the teacher.

Chen Tie then understood and asked speechlessly:
"Are you being stubborn again? Didn't I tell you, you've already mastered top-tier hard skills? Even if you can practice those two together, these third-rate ones are basically ineffective, and they smell terrible too."

He had also heard of Meng Chuan's story, and persisted in practicing for twelve and a half years, becoming the god among gods of Guoyiquan.

Meng Chuan's eyes revealed confidence:

"Then I've succeeded, haven't I?"

Chen Tie stopped abruptly upon hearing the sound, and was slightly stunned.

He smiled bitterly and shook his head:

"Go ahead and be stubborn, come on."

The familiar snapping sound rang out.

When Coach Chen Tie's striking motion reached his arm area...

Meng Chuan guided Teacher Chen Tie to strike the specific acupoints explained in the video.

He carefully examined his body and found that it indeed did not affect his practice of the Armor-Wearing Skill.

With each precise strike from Teacher Chen Tie, the esoteric oil applied to Meng Chuan's arm gradually seeped into the muscles along the acupoints being struck, slowly merging with his body.

A few minutes later, a notification appeared on the panel.

The words "【Tama Iron Arm】" are already clearly visible.

"It's done!"

Meng Chuan breathed a sigh of relief, then felt a surge of joy:

"The 25 yuan was well spent!"

Chen Tie was helping Meng Chuanpai hit his chest when he looked up and saw that Meng Chuanpai's expression was slightly relieved.

"I don't understand today's young people."

After the match ended, Meng Chuan couldn't wait to check the panel.

[Tama Iron Arm: Beginner (5%) - Awaiting Breakthrough]

[Limit Break Trait: Rock Arm (Basic)]

Meng Chuan smiled knowingly. Success!

Moreover, with the armored body and pearls as a precedent, the proficiency of the Iron Wall of Domo increased extremely quickly, and it could even rise further after the effects of the medicine were fully absorbed.

Before he could ponder it carefully, a burning sensation suddenly came from his arms.

Meng Chuan's expression changed slightly, and the burning sensation gradually subsided after half an hour.

He pondered to himself:
"You can't punch when the burning sensation subsides, which is a minor drawback, but it's acceptable if it doesn't last long."

Time flew by, and Meng Chuan remained immersed in the world of martial arts without ever stopping.

May 28th, Infinite Martial Arts Hall.

Meng Chuan swung his arm out like a steel whip, and at the same time, his body shot forward. With a whooshing sound, he instantly moved to the path below Chen Xuewu's sprint.

He successfully predicted the opponent's attack trajectory.

He then lowered his waist and sat on his horse, using his shoulders as a fulcrum to support the opponent's full weight, and then suddenly exerted force to send Chen Xuewu flying.

Although, as the teacher said, the effects of Doma Iron Arm and Yangqi Armor-Clad Exercise do overlap to some extent.

But aside from his special abilities, his arm strength was ultimately three points greater.

Otherwise, the "Mountain-Carrying Stance" of Luo's Eight Extremes technique would have been difficult to execute so smoothly.

"Brother Meng, you're getting stronger and stronger."

Chen Xuewu rubbed the sore and numb parts of his body, but his gaze was fixed on Meng Chuan's arms:
"But look at the color of your arms."

At this moment, Meng Chuan's arm, bathed in the sunlight streaming through the window, appeared faintly dark and yellowish.

It's possible that the esoteric oil and the muscle-regenerating ointment reacted with each other, causing the already sallow arms to turn dark brown, making them look as if they had been cast in molten iron.

(End of this chapter)