With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 128 The New Will, Phase Two

This was the first time Meng Chuan had revealed his willpower at the tomb of King Xiang.

Xu Qingfeng's boxing style clearly favors prolonged battles, and he didn't want to drag it out for too long.

This piercing elbow strike generated a sharp whistling sound.

Upon seeing this, Yin Tianshou, a judge, secretly clicked his tongue.

"It's interesting."

Despite the imminent crisis, Xu Qingfeng advanced instead of retreating.

The moment his palm touched his elbow, he floated up like a willow catkin in the wind, instantly neutralizing Meng Chuan's deadly attack.

Bagua – [Cloud Hands Unarmor]!
That's not the key point; Xu Qingfeng clearly didn't use his internal force to deflect the attack.

Meng Chuan, however, sensed that the killing intent was emitting mournful cries under some strange, distorted power!
This was another kind of willpower besides killing intent. His expression changed slightly. He didn't expect Xu Qingfeng to have this hidden move!
Seeing this scene from the judges' panel, Bai Junfeng sighed with emotion:

"The young martial artists of today are truly remarkable. First, they have the intent to kill, and then they have the intent to be carefree. Tsk tsk."

"It's a pity about Meng Chuan. He was good at both offense and defense, but he lost because of his lack of energy. Xu Qingfeng only needed to wear him down to win."

Luo Meng also firmly believed:
"Meng Chuan has been sent; he can't outlast Xu Qingfeng in terms of attrition."

Yunxian's Will, or simply Yunyi.

The meaning is inspired by the freedom and leisure of clouds.

Those with a free and unrestrained nature have the opportunity to comprehend this, and the state of mind that requires drifting freely like clouds, unburdened by worldly concerns, is one of the rarer types of will.

Meng Chuan calmed himself down, disregarding all the mysteries of the universe, and relied on his brute strength to charge into the Bagua.

[Six Major Openings] A continuous barrage of attacks: Top! Embrace! Single! Lift! Cross! Entangle!
A textbook-perfect short-range combat instruction, laced with surging killing intent, was poured entirely onto Xu Qingfeng!
Faced with this overwhelming attack, Xu Qingfeng's hands seemed to dance casually in mid-air.

Each time she raised her hand, it was like a beautiful woman plucking the strings of a zither, creating transparent ripples that gently neutralized the opponent's attack.

This is precisely the [Returning Wind Force] of the Clouds!
Meng Chuan felt as if he were stuck in a quagmire, and every punch he threw missed its mark.

Unable to break through with short-range attacks, he instantly changed his move to a collapsing fist.

Using his iron arm, he took the force of the returning wind and simultaneously raised his fist to the side. The sharp energy, like a sword, grazed past Xu Qingfeng's ear, carving a smooth, bowl-sized hole in the arena.

As time passed, the circle of fire gradually shrank to six feet in size.

On the judges' bench.

Everyone's hearts were in their throats. In this situation, if anyone made a mistake, they would be eliminated!

On the stage, the two had already exchanged hundreds of blows.

Zheng Zhenzhen stared in disbelief, her throat slightly agape as if being choked, her eyes wide as she followed the two figures intently.

"These two are really strong, no less than the prodigies of the same age on my Yan Hua Mountain."

As the ring of fire drew closer, the two seemed to be embracing, and in the instant their bodies intertwined, a voice rang in Meng Chuan's ear.

"Brother Meng, it seems I'm going to win."

Heaving heavily, he roared in Xu Qingfeng's ear. Meng Chuan was clearly exhausted from the battle, while Xu Qingfeng still had some strength left.

Under extreme strain, the veins on Meng Chuan's body bulged and rippled with each breath.

The iridescent light was faintly mixed under the skin and tendons, forming strange, vascular-like patterns.

"Brother Xu, don't be impatient. Next is my second phase."

Meng Chuan suddenly spoke. Under the blessing of the Rainbow Body, his muscles, physical strength, and even the cells in his body were rapidly revitalized!
As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Chuan's offensive rhythm quickened, and he once again used various moves of the Luo Family Bajiquan with ease, the transitions between moves as fast as afterimages.

At this moment, Xu Qingfeng already sensed that something was wrong. He thought Meng Chuan was just having a final burst of energy before death, but he didn't expect him to become more and more ferocious as he fought.

A moment later, Xu Qingfeng froze, finally forced to reveal a slight opening.

His right sleeve was torn to shreds by Meng Chuan's murderous fist wind, revealing several ring-shaped bruises on his forearm that were bleeding.

【Yunyi】 was not unrestrained; it was the mark of injury left by the continuous neutralization of hundreds of punches from Meng Chuan.

Xu Qingfeng's expression changed for the first time when he saw his lower body loosen.

When Meng Chuan used the "Top" technique for the sixth time, his long-hidden killing intent once again enveloped it.

His swinging arm and punch were like a battering ram, his powerful body strength like a roaring engine, giving this punch unlimited power!

Killing intent! Power! And the purest physical strength!
--boom!

Xu Qingfeng gritted his teeth and suddenly raised his hand, wanting to pinch the Bagua Returning Wind again.

"Crack!"

A crisp cracking sound came from Xu Qingfeng's right arm, which he was protecting his chest.

The next second, as his body fell backward, he appeared on the judges' panel.

It turned out that Luo Meng had intervened, using the speed and agility of a phoenix to snatch Xu Qingfeng back.

Otherwise, Meng Chuan's ferocious strike would have been enough to completely pulverize his arm!

The outcome has been decided.

On the judges' panel, Bai Junfeng asked:
"Venerable Yin, can you discern what this trait is?"

Meng Chuan's condition recovered instantly. This power that defied common sense could only be due to his [Special Ability] at work; no other fist or martial art could have such an effect.

Yin Tianshou adjusted his sunglasses and said with a hint of appreciation:

"I don't know either, but it's definitely a new trait of the [Life System]."

Although the effect is somewhat similar to [Multiple Cells], it is different; there is a mysterious energy at work within Meng's body.

His ability to master multiple skills largely stems from this trait.

This kid's choice is very smart. If he persists, perhaps in the not-too-distant future, he will become a grandmaster with an invincible physical body.

Bai Junfeng echoed in agreement:
"Venerable Yin sees things clearly. Without this special quality, how could ordinary students have the time and energy to learn so many hard skills?"

Since the Great Chu unified the causes of mutations in those who were born with enlightenment and those who awakened later in life into the term "Specialty," it has further subdivided their functions and effects. The "Life System" is an extremely special and rare type of Specialty.

Due to its vast and complex nature, according to the current official statistics of the Great Chu, the life system is divided into two branches: internal and external.

Externally, some traits can repair injuries, clear toxins, and soothe emotional trauma.

Those who possess this trait are born with the potential to become rare medical martial artists.

Currently, the known types can be broadly categorized into three types.

Enhances bodily functions, promotes self-repair and regeneration, and facilitates the storage and transformation of life force.

Meng Chuan's behavior clearly indicates that he is not suited to being a medic, and belongs to the second type of life system characteristics that are internal.

At the same time, Luo Meng's previously calm expression finally changed.

She was also surprised by Meng Chuan's performance; the effect of this trait was no less than her own [ethereal].

Behind the judges' panel, Meng Jiaolong stared at Xu Qingfeng's drooping severed hand, utterly bewildered.

Meng Chuan was clearly exhausted, so why did he suddenly stand up again?
As a teacher at the United Nations University, Luo Meng examined Xu Qingfeng's arm injury.

"If it's a fracture, apply medication promptly, and it's best to avoid using your right hand for the next month."

Having said that, she looked in the direction where Meng Chuan was, thinking to herself:
"Let's find some time to talk to him later."

Xu Qingfeng showed no hatred on his face. Instead, enduring the excruciating pain in his hand, he clasped his hands and smiled, saying:
"I'm impressed, Brother Meng lasts longer than me."

Meng Chuan also clasped his hands and nodded towards the judges' table, indicating that Xu Qingfeng was a respectable opponent.

Apart from Zhao Jian, who had already been taken down the mountain for treatment by staff, everyone else looked at Meng Chuan in unison.

His previously bulging muscles gradually shrank back to normal, and he raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, concealing his fierce aura.

Zheng Zhenzhen silently gave a thumbs up; Meng Chuan's performance convinced him completely.

"handsome!"

The summit of Xiangwang Tomb.

The UN General Assembly and Yan Hua and the others still found it hard to believe the result.

Whether it's Xu Qingfeng, who has mastered top-level boxing techniques and grasped the essence of clouds, or Zheng Zhenzhen, a descendant of the Heavenly King who has comprehended the Tiger Stance.

It's reasonable for either of them to win the championship.

Unexpectedly, a student from a regular high school suddenly appeared and swept aside all the preparatory school geniuses, ultimately winning the championship.

Chen Xuewu was already very happy to have gotten sixth place, he said with a smile:

"Brother Meng is about to become truly famous this time. He has cultivated both internal and external skills, and his physical prowess is unmatched!"

Qi Fei was also extremely excited; he had truly won all the way up by "lying down" (i.e., not by doing anything).

"Isn't it a sure thing that my brother will win the championship?"

He witnessed Meng Chuan's rise from the school to the summit of Xiangwang Mountain.

Meanwhile, staff were preparing prizes to be awarded on-site, and everyone sat together chatting and waiting.

"Was your hand injury serious? I couldn't control myself at the time."

Meng Chuan explained that he was worried that he had hit too hard and it would affect Xu Qingfeng's future martial arts training.

Xu Qingfeng smiled casually:
"It's normal for fists and feet to be unpredictable; Teacher Luo said it can be fully recovered."

I'm fine. I'll practice my left-hand punch for a while, hahaha.

Meng Chuan was relieved.

"By the way, Brother Meng, will you be coming to the National Southwest Associated University for your future studies?"

He nodded and said:

"I plan to apply for the Master Class at the National Union University."

At this moment, Meng Jiaolong interjected with a grin:
"Meng Jingang's strength is no less than that of the students in Class One, and he will surely get what he wants."

【Meng Jingang】is the new nickname that she and Zheng Zhenzhen gave to Meng Chuan.

Meng Jiaolong no longer blamed Meng Chuan. What could she do if she was less skilled? She could just go back and practice more.

He never entered the seventh level of Qi and Blood in a year, yet he also possessed multiple hard skills and comprehended the killing intent.
Both of them agreed that:
"It's normal to lose to such a freakish player."

Regardless of gender, martial artists are mostly carefree, resolving grudges and affections through fists and feet, and afterwards they can still be friends.

Faced with the crowd's encouragement, Meng Chuan waved his hand.

The competition for the Master Class is fierce, so let's not celebrate too soon before things are settled.

When Zheng Zhenzhen heard that Meng Chuan wanted to apply to the North Union University, she hurriedly said:

"Don't make a decision so soon. Our Yan Hua's teaching staff is just as good as theirs. Think about it."

Although Zheng Zhenzhen was a bit of a sore loser before, she had long since forgotten about the grudge.

Based on Meng Chuan's performance today, he deserves the title of "master-level talent".

Even those martial artists who have only reached the first level of their cultivation are the backbone of their respective martial arts universities.

Moreover, Meng Chuan's potential still needs to be explored; becoming a grandmaster may not be his ultimate goal.

Therefore, she wanted to try to help her grandmother, Principal Zheng of Yanhua Martial Arts University.

Meng Chuan smiled and agreed. Although Yan Hua was very good, Meng Chuan was currently practicing Taoist martial arts, so he felt somewhat disconnected from Buddhism.

However, when Zheng Zhenzhen spoke, he suddenly thought of something.

"Whether it's his own family's Meng Jiaolong's Dragon Form Fist or the opponent's Tiger Form Fist, both are extremely powerful."

If I could break through the limits of human stance training, could I learn a form of imitative boxing?

(End of this chapter)