With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 127 Instant Kill of the Snake Crane, the Limit of Physical Strength!
Meng Jiaolong was so angry that she started cursing.

Although she didn't like Zhao Jian, it was a matter of honor and disgrace for the school, and she didn't expect Meng Chuan to do such a thing.

At this moment, Zhao Jian was secretly looking for an opportunity to launch a sneak attack, but he did not expect that a heavy tank with an eight-cylinder engine would fiercely drive towards him!
His expression was one of utter astonishment, but his inner composure quickly prevailed.

His footsteps were like a python crossing a river, and with a whoosh, he dodged to the side.

His judgment was very accurate. At this moment, Meng Chuan had all four of his hard skills activated. If his cunning hand were to strike, the finger would probably be broken on the spot.

But Meng Chuan had already sensed the man's intentions and changed direction in advance while in mid-air.

With elbows folded like battering rams, continue pressing down in the direction the opponent is dodging.

Zhao Jian was shocked and furious:
"So you're being unreasonable and unforgiving? Do you think I'm a pushover?"

Faced with Meng Chuan's powerful attack, his muscles instantly rippled and coiled like snakes, gathering power in a spiral.

At the same time, the crane-like posture, combined with raising the breath and shrinking the body, concentrates the two forces and brings them together at the dantian.

His narrow eyes were fixed on Meng Chuan's movements.

moment!

Using the expansive, bouncy force of a crane, like a white crane spreading its wings, the accumulated serpentine spiral power is unleashed.

This spring-like recoil force, wrapped around Zhao Jian's arm, burst forth instantly!

Who says snakes are difficult to handle!

This is—the [Spinning Python Soaring Through the Sky Fist]!
Meng Chuan instantly understood Zhao Jian's intention. The biggest weakness of his elbow strike was the gap between his arms.

This person wants to penetrate this place and pierce straight into his chest!

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
In an instant, Meng Chuan changed his move to short-range attacks, throwing four punches in a flash to neutralize the opponent's powerful strike.

In a mere three inches of land, the Eight Extremes reign supreme!
The snake-like hand kept pressing down on him, and Meng Chuan's muscles tensed, dissipating the snake-like force into nothingness.

At the same time, a series of hundred punches!

boom--!
Because the speed of the short-range punches was so rapid, the continuous sounds of the punches blended into a long, explosive sound.

Zhao Jian was unable to defend himself and his figure kept retreating. Before he knew it, he had been forced to the edge of the fire circle by Meng Chuan.

"Roasting a python wouldn't be bad!"

Whether it's the sharp, piercing bite of a crane's beak or the grotesque, winding fist of a snake.

Despite his traditional ways, Meng remained unfazed, his skin taut and he stubbornly endured it.

After going through countless rounds of rigorous training, what is this little pain!
Edge of the ring.

Even with the illusionary fire, Zhao Jian could feel scorching flames licking his buttocks from behind!

Meng Chuan continued to maintain a steady pace of attack, gradually pushing the opponent towards the edge of the circle to avoid an unexpected defeat.

On the judges' panel, Meng Jiaolong's heart was in her throat.

She never expected that Zhao Jian, who was no less capable than her, would be forced to the brink of life and death by Meng Chuan in just a few moves!
Looking at Meng Chuan's seemingly indestructible body, Meng Jiaolong felt a vague unease.
"Can Xu Qingfeng break this tortoise shell?"

At the same time, Xu Qingfeng's Bagua Palm enveloped the three of them.

Indeed, Chen Xuewu also joined the melee. Meng Chuan and Zhao Jian were fighting too fast, and he couldn't get involved at all.

Standing there was too awkward, so he withdrew and joined the battle on the other side.

Xu Qingfeng's Qi and Blood value is definitely more than just nearly a hundred points.

He moved nimbly between the three people, his feet treading the Tai Chi Yin-Yang steps.

He stretched out his palms like swimming dragons, completely trapping the three of them in an impenetrable barrier.

He even had the leisure to look behind him, only to see Meng Chuan about to smash Zhao Jian to pieces.

As the handprints intertwined, Xu Qingfeng murmured to himself.

"I need to speed things up a bit."

In an instant!
The Bagua Palm technique, which was originally as smooth and gentle as the wind, suddenly became as heavy as a mountain.

Every time Chen Xuewu raised his arm to retaliate, the force was like a heavy hammer, making his arm go numb.

Xu Qingfeng's palm techniques became increasingly fierce. Each strike seemed to be precisely calculated, accurately targeting the three men's weak points, whether it was a throat strike, an abdomen strike, or a joint strike.

The three initially intended to cooperate in resisting, but their rhythm was gradually disrupted.

The judges' attention was instantly drawn to this battlefield.

From the perspective of martial arts practitioners, Xu Qingfeng's hands seemed to be pushing an invisible yet powerfully imposing Bagua formation.

Under the suppression of the Bagua Formation, the three of them were as if they were stuck in a quagmire, and could only be pushed hard towards the edge of the fire circle on the edge of the arena.

The palm strike whistled, stirring the air into a buzzing sound.

In the audience, Zheng Zhenzhen was dumbfounded. Xu Qingfeng's Bagua trap was truly ingenious.

Meng Jiaolong, standing to the side, gestured with her chin and said:

Now you know why I'm not panicking, right?

This Xu Qingfeng is the real bastard; he still has some trump cards up his sleeve.

The heat wave behind him grew increasingly intense, as if it were burning his throat dry.

At this critical moment, Zhao Jian finally seized the opportunity, intercepted the fist flying through the air, and unleashed the [Spirit Serpent Coiling Roots] technique.

Using all four limbs, like a nimble snake, he climbed up Meng Chuan's arm with incredible flexibility, clinging tightly and refusing to let go.

Zhao Jian's muscles tensed up again, his power as cunning and penetrating as a snake's tongue!
It was the ultimate move of his perfected [Snake Entangling Shadow Fist] – the strangulation strike!

Meng Chuan felt the twisting forces coming from all directions around his body, but he showed no sign of panic. Facing Zhao Jian's close entanglement, he shuddered and his whole body twitched, subtly incorporating the skillful force of Bajiquan, dissolving the opponent's entanglement inch by inch.

The two danced on the edge of a cliff, with Meng Chuan like a perfectly steered boat in turbulent waves, making it difficult for Zhao Jian to find a foothold.

"Die!"

Finally, Meng Chuan seized the opportunity and, taking advantage of the moment when Zhao Jian bent over behind him, suddenly thrust his waist forward.

A destructive force traveled through his body, causing Zhao Jian's hands to go numb.

Then Meng Chuan flipped his hand and grabbed his legs, and the surging force from his limbs and bones gathered between his arms.

He first used his flexibility to neutralize Zhao Jian's resistance.

Then, like a howling mountain wind, the "strange snake" was forcibly pulled off his body!
Then, like throwing a cannonball, he lifted it directly above his head and threw it out.

Just when everyone thought Zhao Jian was about to be eliminated!
He stretched his arms back and stood upright in mid-air, regaining his balance.

If you've broken out of your niche but haven't yet achieved widespread success, you're not considered eliminated!

"Go down, you!"

With a burst of speed, Meng Chuan leaped into the air, his right leg rising high and drawing a graceful arc like a battle axe, bringing immense power as it cleaved down from above!

Zhao Jian panicked completely. His ability to levitate in mid-air was already an exquisite feat, and a second jump was impossible.

His pupils contracted sharply, his eyes filled with fear and despair.

"boom!"

With a dull thud, Meng Chuan's foot slammed into Zhao Jian's shoulder. The force sent Zhao Jian flying off course, his head conical as he plunged straight into the mud behind him.

Only after the dust settled could one see that a deep, human-shaped crater had been smashed into the ground.

Fortunately, Zhao Jian's Crane Soaring into the Sky allowed him to successfully reach third place before being defeated!
The sixth place goes to Chen Xuewu, who was sent flying by Baguazhang.

The two had a nearly three-fold difference in their health and mana, so being able to withstand two blows was quite a feat.

Yan Hua and the other man struggled for a moment before Xu Qingfeng spun around, grabbed their legs with his bare hands as if reaching for a pearl, and then threw them away into the distance.

Immediately afterwards, Xu Qingfeng, as swift as a galloping horse, stepped onto the ladder to heaven in just a few strides.

This method, like the one passed down by Meng, is clearly a ladder to the clouds at a perfect level!
dong dong!

He then swiftly delivered two side kicks with lightning speed, sending the two men flying out of the fire circle that had shrunk by half.

Legend has it that in the turbulent late years of the past, martial arts became very popular.

A martial arts prodigy named Chen Xuanfeng was obsessed with martial arts from a young age and sought out famous masters everywhere.

He first studied Bajiquan, and later became a disciple of a Tai Chi master, immersing himself in the mysteries of Tai Chi.

In the practice of Tai Chi, he experienced the secrets of overcoming hardness with softness and deflecting great force with minimal effort. His movements were as fluid as clouds and water, and his ability to neutralize and deflect force was unparalleled.

He later secluded himself to ponder deeply, integrating the hard power of Bajiquan, the soft power of Taijiquan, with the agile footwork and varied palm techniques of Baguazhang.

After countless attempts and failures, he finally created a brand new martial art – Xingyi Bagua Lianhuan Zhang!

Xu Qingfeng is the seventh-generation inheritor of this top-secret boxing style!
Xu Qingfeng glanced back and smiled faintly:

"Brother Meng, it just so happens that it's just the two of us left."

The ring of fire danced within the arena, shrinking at a visible speed.

Xu Qingfeng ripped off the wooden hairpin from his head, his white robe and hair fluttering like clouds.

Under Meng Chuan's perception, the yin-yang fish pattern under the opponent's feet was faintly visible in the firelight.

"bring it on."

Meng Chuan exhaled a heavy breath, and a deep, rumbling shout like muffled thunder rolled from his throat!

His bones suddenly cracked like popping beans, and his already angular shoulder blades bulged upwards.

Beneath the skin of the neck, bulging dark red blood vessels were visible, each interspersed with throbbing blue veins.

Gradually, his arms took on a dark metallic color, and when they were crossed, they made a sound like metal clashing.

As the white smoke dissipated, Meng Chuan's muscles were bulging all over his body, yet they exuded a unique and powerful beauty.

"Damn, that's amazing!"

Zheng Zhenzhen stared at Meng Chuan's astonishing transformation, her almond-shaped eyes narrowing into thin slits.

"Brother Meng, be careful!"

Before Xu Qingfeng finished speaking, his Bagua Palm technique moved like a dragon reaching out its claws, the palm wind sweeping across Meng Chuan's chest and leaving three white marks on it.

Meng Chuan crossed his arms to block, and then quickly countered with Bajiquan, causing the air to buzz.

But Xu Qingfeng deftly deflected them all with a flick of his wrist. His palm strikes flowed like the Bagua diagram, bypassing the iron-like defenses and heading straight for the vital point between his ribs!
Meng Chuan instantly activated his armor-clad skill to its maximum effect, causing the muscles in his waist and abdomen to suddenly swell, forcefully neutralizing the incoming palm strike.

He then stomped his right foot on the ground, a dull thud echoing from the arena, and his entire body shot out like an arrow.

His practical experience is extremely rich. Under these circumstances, he must break in and engage in close-quarters combat!

Seeing Meng Chuan's fierce attack, Xu Qingfeng's coat fluttered as he stepped on the Bagua Qiankun, his violent fist force grazing his temples and exploding into golden lotuses in the fire circle behind him.

The two stepped onto the ladder to the clouds at the same time, their figures separating and reuniting in mid-air, their fists and palms creating waves of air.

Xu Qingfeng's palms spun like millstones, and the dense palm shadows condensed into a visible Bagua vortex in mid-air.

In an instant, Meng Chuan's eyes flashed with a sharp light. His left arm blocked the vortex of energy, and his right elbow suddenly struck the opponent's mind like a cannonball!
The killing intent was lurking between his elbows!

(End of this chapter)