With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 102 A Man of Double Standards, The Great War in the Demon's Nest

After several rounds of meals, Zong Ping looked at Meng Chuan with a serious expression and said:
"Brother Chuan, you'd better be extra careful about the joint exam in October. Some of our school's second-year students will also be participating."

After a pause, Zongping continued:
"I heard that several people in the class have their Qi and blood seemingly reaching the seventh level of Transformation."

Rumors are circulating in the preparatory classes that one of the rewards for the champion of this joint entrance examination is bonus points for the martial arts exam at Beilian University.

That's why they came to participate in this joint entrance exam of 24 schools; they all wanted to compete for bonus points and enter the Master Class.

Chen Xuewu, who was standing nearby and was also a professional martial arts school student, couldn't help but sigh upon hearing this:

"Sigh, this championship has basically nothing to do with us. Once a Seventh-Level Transformation Realm expert makes a move, who can compete?"

Wang Yue, however, was unconvinced on Meng Chuan's behalf and immediately retorted:
"That's not necessarily true! There are still about four months until the joint entrance exam. If Brother Chuan'er improves his qi and blood a bit more, his combat ability will be no less than theirs!"

Zong Ping knew that Meng Chuan had practiced two hard skills, and when he looked at Meng Chuan's two Vajra Arms, he was stunned and didn't know how to refute them.

While Liu Ru listened to their conversation with a smile on her face, she was actually getting a little anxious.

"Why do these brats talk so much?"

The group chatted for a while longer, and when it got late, Meng Chuan paid the bill and left.

Under the streetlights, Meng Chuan and Liu Ru walked side by side.

At this moment, he had no evil thoughts left in his mind; his pure desire for martial arts could withstand anything.

"Sister Ru, let's go take the tram up ahead."

"Okay, let's go to the next stop and walk a little further with me."

By the river.

In the silence, Liu Ru suddenly reached out and tried to grab Meng Chuan.

Her movements were somewhat urgent, as if she had something important to say.

Meng Chuan instinctively pulled his hand away, his eyes full of doubt.

He didn't understand what Liu Ru's sudden action was trying to achieve.

Liu Ru bit her lip and mustered her courage to say:

"Meng Chuan, you should understand what I mean."

Meng Chuan was stunned by the news.

A complex emotion flashed in his eyes—surprise, confusion, and mostly bewilderment.

Liu Ru slowly closed her eyes, as if waiting for something.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her face was filled with nervousness and anticipation.

On the spiritual platform, Liu Ru felt utterly despondent!

Venom lurks menacingly along the riverbank!

Meng Chuan stood quietly in front of her, and the wind around them seemed to stand still at that moment. The whole world fell into a strange silence.

At the same time, Meng Chuan's heart was not at peace.

"Faster, closer, I'm going to devour you!"

It turns out that Venom went to great lengths to prevent Meng Chuan from opening the protective suit.

Time ticked by, but Meng Chuan made no further move.

Liu Ru slowly opened her eyes, her innocent eyes gazing at Meng Chuan with anticipation in them.

Meng Chuan, expressionless and with a calm gaze, looked at Liu Ru and asked:
"Sister Ru, what are you expecting?"

His voice was deep and calm.

The power solidified in the air, and the sound and the fist erupted simultaneously, the booming explosion like a heavy cannon firing.

"boom!"

Liu Ru's chest caved in instantly, and she was knocked into the weeds.

After struggling to get up, a black hole-like vortex of energy slowly healed the wound.

"Devil!"

"Hahahahaha!"

Liu Ru's maniacal laughter shook the weeds along the riverbank. Her body arched strangely, and countless dark tentacles, like steel whips, bulged out from her back.

"Meng Chuan, your flavor is unique, I love it too!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she moved like a ghostly black shadow, leaping into the air and unleashing countless tentacles from her back. Using the fighting skills of the original owner of her body, she swiftly attacked Meng Chuan!
Under the moonlight, the black mucus wriggling around Liu Ru's neck gradually covered her entire head, and her large white eyes revealed a fierce and rampant glint.

Her outstretched right hand suddenly swelled to three times its original size, and the asphalt-like tentacles, along with the tentacles on her back, fiercely wrapped around Meng Chuan's elbow joint.

"boom!"

The protective suit and the steel skeleton activated simultaneously. Meng Chuan's thick, black fists and tentacles instantly emitted corrosive blue smoke when they touched the steel skeleton.

In an instant, his unparalleled combat instincts allowed him to react quickly. Meng Chuan spun around and chopped off the tentacles with his elbow, his feet rising rapidly and creating white waves.

In the instant they were close, less than a second later, countless fists were branded onto Venom's body, blooming into streaks of black lines, while asphalt-like slime splashed and sprayed in mid-air.

Each punch contained the penetrating power of Luo's Eight Extremes, traveling along the tentacles straight to the venomous brain.

Its tentacles caused it to tumble violently, and the explosive force of its fists pushed against its body, crushing large patches of weeds.

After getting up, Venom's chest appeared to have countless small holes, but in an instant, the holes were filled with mucus and healed completely.

It shook its enormous head, yet spoke with tender eyes:
"Why did you hide your abilities before? Did you not trust Sister Ru?"

The tone rose higher and higher, and as the last word was uttered, Venom's roar drowned out the sound of its explosive charge.

A row of streetlights were crushed by the high-frequency shriek.

"clang!"

Meng Chuan deflected two steel whip-like tentacles with his Bajiquan elbow strike, and then ducked and lunged forward.

The moment the steel-boned gauntlet crushed the fifth tentacle, killing intent erupted at the tip of the fist, forming an invisible cone-shaped vortex that viciously pierced the opponent's chest along the path of the fist.

Willpower is the greatest nemesis of the Heavenly Demon. Following the guidance, the killing intent rushed in and destroyed everything in sight, as Meng Chuan witnessed.

—There, a flickering firefly of true spirit is dimming.

"Ugh!!!"

Venom was forced to vomit large amounts of black slime after being hit, its black outer armor suddenly stiffened, and Liu Ru's left eye briefly regained its clarity:
"Xiao Meng, kill me."

Before her pleas could fade, her vocal cords were once again filled with black mucus.

With a whooshing sound, Meng Chuan appeared above the opponent's head like a thunderclap.

With his legs raised like a battle axe, he slammed Liu Ru hard into the stone pavement, causing the ground to crack and spread like a spiderweb.

When the foot touched his chest, Meng Chuan's pupils contracted sharply.

Due to the effects of the [Spiritual Brightness Pill], he vaguely sensed from his heaving chest that countless tentacle-like roots of venom had entangled Liu Ru's spiritual platform inch by inch.

"get out!"

The steel skeleton emitted a violent hum, and its heavy punches rained down on the ground, scorching the Venom shell with a sizzling sound.

At the same time, large amounts of black viscous fluid oozed from Liu Ru's seven orifices, while her true spirit flickered like a candle in the wind.

Like a pool of black mud, Venom's countless tentacles drooped limply to the ground.

It tilted its head back and let out a high-pitched roar:

"Stop! If you kill me, she'll be killed too!"

Meng Chuan froze, pulled back his fist and took two steps back, watching Liu Ru stumble and disappear into the thicket of weeds behind him.

He discovered that his master's words were incomplete; in fact, there was no one who should be killed and no one who shouldn't be killed.

With a heavy blow, Liu Ru would die.

However, if he doesn't let the venom escape, he would be aiding and abetting the evildoer.

"All I want is for Sister Ru to live."

Only then did he realize that he was merely a hypocrite who followed his own heart, rather than a saint descended from heaven with a divine mandate.

Meng Chuan fumbled in his palm for a while, and the steel bone transformed back into a black watch, which he wore steadily on his wrist.

The phone rings.

"Master, just now, Sister Ru and I..."

The atmosphere in Huayun Mansion A001 was somewhat somber.

Luo Guanyun looked at Meng Chuan and saw that he was full of worry and had lost his usual energy when practicing his boxing.

He then gently comforted her:

"Since things have come to this, don't think about it anymore. I've already spoken to Long Jiu, so let the police handle the rest."

Meng Chuan did not respond immediately, but instead crossed his arms and struck the wooden stake in front of him heavily.

A series of violent impacts rang out, the sounds seemingly venting his inner frustration.

After a while, Meng Chuan stopped what he was doing and looked up:

"Master, do you think Sister Ru can be saved?"

Luo Guanyun's gaze was firm, and his tone was calm:

"It should be possible. As long as I can find her, I'll have a way to separate them."

Hearing his master's words, Meng Chuan felt a great weight lifted from his heart.

The last trace of unease dissipated into the air like flying sawdust with his elbow and fist swings.

7 month 3 day.

Nearly a month has passed since that night. Long Jiu deployed a large number of police officers to conduct a city-wide search, but they still couldn't find Liu Ru. As usual, Meng Chuan rested his two dark, steel-like arms lightly on his thighs, sitting on the rooftop and swallowing the last wisp of purple energy.

[Qi Cultivation and Armor-Piercing Exercise: Proficient (45%) → (46%) Awaiting Breakthrough]

Meng Chuan has put Liu Ru's matter aside; things have come to this point, and we must look forward.

"With only three months left until the joint entrance exam, I should be able to steadily reach the mastery level of the Qi Cultivation and Armor-Piercing Technique."

According to the Taoist Master Yishan, when one's armor-wearing skills are mastered and one can circulate energy throughout the body, a semi-transparent, scale-like, invisible protective membrane can be formed.

In its normal state, it can cover all vital organs of the body, allowing it to withstand ordinary gunfire. Even without deliberate activation, it can withstand the slashing and stabbing of a low-level martial artist wielding a steel knife.

In addition, due to internal nourishment, blood density will increase significantly.

When supplied to the internal organs, it can significantly enhance their ability to resist toxins and stress.

Even if the wound is invaded by the corrosive mucus of the Venomous Demon that night, it will be blocked by the tough inner membrane on the surface of the organ, and at the same time, it can be forced out of the body by accelerating blood circulation.

Because Meng Chuan had recently become very interested in hard kung fu, he researched a lot of information about it online and studied it carefully.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard they searched, they could not find a martial art that could rival Wudang's top-tier hard skill, Armor-Piercing Kung Fu.

The powerful internal nourishing effects of the Armor-Piercing Skill are precisely its unique charm, which captivated Meng Chuan.

As Meng Chuan exhaled his last breath, he slowly opened his eyes.

With the joint entrance exam just around the corner, I couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation as I recalled the talented individuals Zongping had mentioned.

Ping An Middle School Martial Arts Arena.

Meng Chuan is still asking Teacher Chen Tie for help with rehearsals.

The surrounding classmates were already used to this scene.

"Watching this makes me want to practice some hard skills. Is it that addictive?"

"What are you practicing? You haven't even mastered the Fierce Tiger Fist, and you want to learn hard skills?"

"To be honest, I was really envious when I saw it last month, so I secretly tried practicing it twice."

"How's the effect?"

"To be honest, standing meditation is painful enough, so don't torture yourself any further."

Seeing that Meng Chuan is so strong and still works so hard.

After exchanging a few casual words, everyone quickly immersed themselves in their intense martial arts practice.

"Stop talking nonsense, your brother can beat you like a mob right now, get back to training!"

In the distance, Principal Zong watched this scene with satisfaction. Under Meng Chuan's subtle influence, all the martial arts students in the school began to roll up their sleeves.

A corner of the world.

When Chen Tie woke up this morning, his blood and qi had actually broken through the eighth level, which had been stuck for a long time. He immediately told the principal the good news.

"I, Chen Tie, want a raise."

Principal Zong: "???"

"Dude, hit my arm for another five minutes."

Chen Tie was full of energy today, and every strike he made was full of passion.

"Then you'll have to bear with it, okay!"

After finishing the practice session, Chen Tie was covered in sweat.

Even though he broke through to the eighth level and his strength had increased considerably, he still found it very difficult to fight, as if he were hitting a large lump of iron.

[Tama Iron Arm: Mastery (1%) Awaiting Limit Break]

At this moment, the progress of the Iron Arm of Doma surpassed that of the Armored Body by a whole realm.

Meng Chuan tapped his arm a few times, producing a metallic clanging sound.

The arms' resistance to blows was further enhanced, but that was about it; the armor-clad technique was so effective that it basically covered everything.

Looking at this scene, Chen Tie said thoughtfully:
"Fewer and fewer people are practicing hard skills these days, so your hard skill will be the key to victory."

Meng Chuan thought so too.

"Having what others don't has is my biggest advantage, and it's also one of the correct ways to use the panel."

after dinner.

Meng Chuan practiced boxing with Master Luo for another three hours. As Luo's Bajiquan got closer and closer to perfection, each bit of proficiency required nearly three or four days of effort.

Half past ten.

Luo Guanyun said with a smile:

"Are you feeling that the progress is too slow and a little dissatisfied?"
Actually, your progress is quite fast. At your current pace, you'll definitely achieve mastery of Luo's Eight Extremes in less than a year and enter the seventh stage of Qi and Blood.

Meng Chuan nodded in agreement, his eyes filled with determination.

Based on his current progress in cultivating the Luo Family Eight Extremes, he knew that he would not be able to break through to the seventh level before the joint examination.

Therefore, he recently shifted part of his focus in practicing boxing techniques to the Bengquan (崩拳).

[Crushing Fist: Mastery (38%) Awaiting Limit Break]

The Bengquan technique has reached its peak and is getting closer and closer to breaking its limit.

With his recent intensive practice of Bengquan (a type of fist technique), Meng Chuan has gained a deeper understanding of the martial principles behind the technique.

"The fist of the wood element is known for its penetrating power; the fist of the fire element is swift and explosive, with an astonishing momentum."

In addition, there are water-based boxing styles that emphasize coiling energy and are as flexible as water.

Earth-based fist techniques, as heavy as a mountain and as steady and powerful as metal-based fist techniques, as sharp as a knife and as sharp as metal.

Each type of boxing, with its different attributes, embodies the principle of mutual generation and restraint.

Meng Chuan secretly planned that once he had mastered the Luo Family Eight Extremes, he would definitely practice all of these boxing techniques and explore their mysteries.

July 10th, night.

Meng Chuan stood alone on the roof of his house, focused on practicing his boxing.

Master Luo has been frequently stationed at the Demon's Nest lately and is often away from home, so he has been practicing at home by himself.

During this period, he gained a lot of experience in practicing Bengquan (a type of fist technique). With each straight punch, the principles of boxing and martial arts were subtly and gradually improved.

At this time, the phone rang.

Meng Chuan stopped his punching motion and answered the phone:
【What's wrong, Master Luo?】

Master Luo is currently stationed at the Demon's Nest, so his phone call is definitely not just for casual conversation.

On the other end of the phone, Luo Guanyun spoke quickly:
Stay home and try not to go out. I have something to do. Okay, bye.

After hanging up the phone, Meng Chuan pondered to himself.

"I'm afraid the Demon Nest will make some big moves tonight."

He went downstairs in a few steps, finished talking to his uncle and aunt, and then went back to his room to practice standing meditation.

Inside the room, Meng Chuan was practicing his stance while looking out the window.

The blinding light illuminated the sky and earth; was it dawn?

Every hair on his body stood on end, and the sudden burst of white light outside the window shattered the horizon, completely swallowing the night.

Meng Chuan clearly saw that the clouds in the direction of the Demon Nest in the distance were being twisted into a vortex by some great force, and the ring-shaped light tides were coming in waves like the Milky Way rolling back.

He rushed to the bedside, and as the second wave of light swept across the city, his pupils shrank to pinpoints.

He glimpsed the depths of the radiant waves, where a humanoid silhouette seemed to be, surrounded by thousands of feathers of light that fell from the shattered sky. The brilliance on each feather was dazzling, like shooting stars falling from the heavens.

"Is this the level that martial arts can reach?"

Meanwhile, inside the demon's lair outside the city.

The shadow of the thousand-headed dragon demon covered the entire sky, and each dragon head was breathing out annihilating black mist.

"bed bugs!!!"

"I am the Demon Lord with a Thousand Heads!"

When its thirty-seventh head opened its vertical pupils, the golden dragon's protective aura shattered, and its entire spine was pressed into the earth's veins by its massive claws.

Where the dragon's blood was splashed, golden lotuses sprouted, only to be burned into scalding lava by the surging demonic flames.

【Eight Heavenly Dragon Sounds】!
The golden dragon's reverse scales burst forth with five-colored light, and its broken left horn erupted with Sanskrit chains that bound its ankles.

Three thousand phantom images of Buddhas floated in the rosy light spewed from the dragon's head, forcefully tearing out a hundred-mile-wide pure land amidst the world-ending black tide.

More than six hundred dragon heads roared simultaneously, and the dark hurricane that swirled around the Demon Lord disrupted the clouds.

The remaining heads, which had kept their eyes closed, gradually began to awaken. As each pupil opened, their aura grew even more immense.

"How dare you, you evil beast!"

A crimson meteor shattered the demonic barrier, and the air where a figure stepped remained vaporized and burned.

It was none other than the president of the Northern Union University, [Martial Peak of the Sui Dynasty]!
The shockwave from the landing alone created a huge vacuum zone in the Sea of ​​Demon Flames.

The demonic flames swept in once more, and the shockwaves generated by the principal's fists clashing together forcefully supported a massive hemispherical shelter within the demonic flames.

Zheng Yulan stood atop the golden dragon, waving her hand to unleash a five-colored beam of light that shone with Buddhist radiance.

After a brief stalemate, they finally managed to withstand the Demon Lord's imminent unleashing of a thousand heads opening simultaneously.

"Zhou Sheng is almost here, hold on a little longer!"

Just as the 709th head of the Thousand-Headed Demon Lord cracked open with bloodshot eyes, a clear sound of a jade chime suddenly came from beyond the nine heavens.

Immediately afterwards, countless feathers of light pierced through the dark clouds of demonic barrier and landed on the numerous ferocious dragon heads.
(End of this chapter)