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Chapter 138 is all about high technology! (3k views)

Looking at the students sweating profusely in the arena, Meng Chuan sensed that almost none of them were below the fifth level of Qi and Blood.

He thought to himself:
"It seems Zong Ping wasn't being modest after all; he really did come here to be at the bottom."

He then remembered Zongping and called him.

While waiting for Zongping to arrive, Xu Qingfeng continued to explain some of the school's regulations.

Although he doesn't attend school here, he still needs to follow certain rules to practice martial arts.

A moment later, Zongping ran over.

"Brother Qingfeng, and Brother Chuan, what brings you here? I was in class, so I rushed over."

Meng Chuan then took out the pass and explained, and Zong Ping said enviously:
"Brother Chuan, this is because Principal Yang values ​​you. It has to be you!"

Meng Chuan smiled faintly; he actually knew what Principal Yang was thinking.

Even without special treatment, with Professor Luo around, he would definitely still choose Beilian University.

Of course, unless Yan Hua's offer is too tempting to refuse.
I'm not strong enough yet. I believe Master Luo will tell me when the martial arts exam is over.

"They're all top-tier martial arts universities, so we'll go to whichever one pays the most, hahaha."

Zongping continued:

"Brother Chuan, thank you. I haven't had a chance to thank you for Zhao Jian's matter yet."

After a pause, Zongping explained:
“That bastard Zhao Jian has a grudge against me. If it weren’t for you, Brother Chuan, discovering it in time and punishing him.”

If he continues to lurk in the school, he'll eventually get me.

Meng Chuan was speechless upon hearing this.

Thinking back to when Zong Ping mocked Qi Fei at Ping'an Middle School.

He couldn't help but speak up:

"You should be more careful with your words in the future; learn to be mindful of your speech while you're still young."

Xu Qingfeng went back to practice his stance training, while Meng Chuan followed Zong Ping and tried out various new martial arts equipment in the martial arts arena.

After experiencing it, he found it to be very advanced, with many things he had never seen before.

However, he felt that none of them were very effective; practicing boxing was still the most comfortable way to hit wooden stakes.

“There are wooden stakes here too, Brother Chuan, let’s go over there.”

In a short while, Meng Chuan stood in front of a silver pillar, and Zong Ping began to introduce it:

"Brother Chuan, this is a punching post made primarily of liquid silicon metal."

Compared to ordinary wooden stakes, these not only don't hurt your hands, but they can also heal themselves if they are deformed from being hit.

Meng Chuan had never seen such a high-tech wooden stake before, so he stepped forward and reached out to feel it.

When you place your hand on it, it feels soft, like flowing rubber.

With a slight exertion of his five fingers, the surface immediately hardened, increasing resistance.

Meng Chuan asked curiously:

"Zongping, is this thing sturdy? How much will we have to pay if it gets broken?"

Since it wasn't something from his own school, he was strong enough to ask clearly.

Upon hearing this, the students practicing boxing nearby looked at the two of them with disdain.

"These are all cutting-edge equipment produced by the United Nations University's own laboratories. You think you can break them? You'd be lucky if you could even make a small dent."

After saying that, the man turned his head to the side and continued punching. In his opinion, Meng Chuan was like a country bumpkin who had come to the city, with no knowledge whatsoever.

Meng Chuan wasn't annoyed. He needed this boxing stance just right. Even the iron-core wooden stakes were a bit too much for him to handle.

Seeing that Zongping was getting the urge to talk back, he prepared to go and cause trouble for that person.

Meng Chuan grabbed him and said:
"Zongping, help me get this thing, I want to test this stake."

Meng Chuan stood in front of the high-tech boxing stance, stretched his arms slightly, and the cracking sound of his bones immediately rang out.

The students who witnessed this scene lost their contempt and instead developed more respect for Meng Chuan.

Those who can generate a resounding thud in their bones when extending their arms and exerting force are masters who have deeply immersed themselves in the art of boxing, not just those who pursue superficial forms of qi and blood.

But he still didn't believe that Meng Chuan could win over this silicon gold pile.

His punching power is basically second to none, except for those in Class 1 of the second year of high school.

Even he couldn't break through, so how could this person he'd never even met possibly do it?
Preparatory high schools are only two years long.

Exceptionally outstanding students are directly admitted to Beilian University after graduating from the second year of high school, and are then placed in classes with the martial arts students of that year, but these students only account for about 20%.

The remaining students who did not advance directly to the next grade will stay in the second year of high school to continue their studies and build their foundation.

If they are still unable to advance to the next level of education after one year, they will be eliminated and sent back to their original school to take the martial arts exam.

Some of them chose to withdraw from the program voluntarily, intending to attend other universities in Wuhan.

Of course, the number of such students is extremely small, and there may not be even one each year.

Because unless you want to develop in the coastal south, in the north, the United Nations General Assembly is the uncrowned king.

Meng Chuan stood still in front of the stake and placed his palm on its surface again.

Then, a loud, booming sound erupted from the bones!

Meng Chuan leaned forward, channeling all his strength into his palms, and suddenly pressed down.

After picking it up, a clear five-finger print immediately appeared on the silicon gold stake.

Its surface began to flow slowly after it no longer felt any pressure.

A moment later, the handprint on the silicon gold stake disappeared, returning to its original state.

Meng Chuan smiled and said to Zong Ping:
"It's really good stuff."

Zongping silently gave a thumbs up:
"Brother Chuan is awesome."

He's been at the UN General Assembly for over half a year now, and it's rare to see someone press a hole in a silicon gold pile with one hand without needing to sprint and explode.

He seemed completely bewildered by Chuan Ge's strength; no wonder he could single-handedly defeat Zhao Jian—he was truly formidable. The student next to him was somewhat shocked; he practiced on the silicon-gold stake every day, and such terrifying strength was truly rare.

He bowed and apologized for his previous disrespect.

Meng Chuan waved his hand, saying that the quality of the students in the preparatory high school of the United Nations University was quite high, except for a few individuals.

It's just the nature of a young person, not something despicable.

Other students who were exercising also came over to watch after hearing the sound of Meng Chuan exerting his strength.

The players who can impress the silicon gold piles are all extraordinary. To be able to study here, diligence and eagerness to learn are the minimum requirements. You can also learn a lot by watching the masters practice pile driving.

Ignoring everything else, Meng Chuan took a deep breath and began to practice his boxing, slowly unfolding the Bajiquan stance.

The Luo family's Eight Extremes are nearing completion in the next few days.

Seize the opportunity to complete the task as soon as possible and learn top-notch boxing techniques!
The moment the fist struck the silicon-gold pillar, ripples spread across the surface of the bright silver pillar.

Meng Chuan's boxing style suddenly came to fruition. He used a series of soft punches and short strikes, like kneading dough, repeatedly pounding and pressing the indentations of the stake with his knuckles.

A sharp elbow strike from behind, accompanied by a strong gust of wind, scraped a deep crater into the silicon gold stake.

Before it could automatically repair itself, Meng Chuan launched a full-scale offensive, bombarding it repeatedly.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of punches erupted, striking from the top of the pile to the bottom.

When the 56th swing punch landed seven inches from the stake, the silicon-gold stake emitted a loud, booming sound.

The others were so shocked that their eyes almost popped out. The originally round silicon gold pile slowly began to show a sharp octagonal outline under the sculptor Meng Chuan's skill!
"Fuck! This young man!"

"This person controls his strength so well, every punch he throws is almost perfect!"

Those who can reach the top level are not lacking in discerning eyes. These are Meng Chuan's two major qualities: the combination of a permanent certificate and a powerful strike to achieve top-tier results.

Immediately afterwards, Meng Chuan took a half step back and assumed a long fist stance.

With powerful arm strikes and slashing blows, Meng Chuan's thick calluses rubbed against the silicon-gold, sparking dazzling sparks.

By the 136th strike, the surface of the silicon gold stake finally revealed a regular rectangular outline.

Meng Chuan attacked from both sides with his fists, fiercely slamming into the remaining two arcs.

The bulging veins on his neck evaporated his sweat into white steam, and with the final knee strike, the remaining curved surfaces were finally flattened.

From then on, the round piles were completely transformed into square piles!

Meng Chuan paused for a moment, feeling the skill level within his body jump again, and was immediately satisfied.

"This is awesome! I need to take a picture of the square pile to record it and show it to my roommate later."

After saying that, the student took out his phone and started taking pictures of the square silicon gold pile.

He has been a student at the pre-university level for two years and has never seen such a bizarre square pile.

Someone said with a shocked expression:
"Is this guy a new transfer student? He's so strong, I've never seen him before."

"I don't know, but I guess so. It seems like our school is about to have another amazing person."

Zongping stood aside, his face beaming with pride.

"This is my older brother, isn't he awesome?"

"Awesome! You're my older brother, right? You're my older brother now too."

The man gave a thumbs-up as a sign of respect.

For students who come here, their family background is secondary.

Only those who are better fighters and have stronger boxing skills can earn the respect of others.

"Of course! Even Xu Qingfeng can't beat my older brother. Do you know how valuable it is to get first place in the joint entrance exam?"

Inside the dormitory, Xu Qingfeng was practicing standing meditation when he suddenly sneezed, followed by a sharp pain in his hand.

With the physical abilities of a high-level martial artist, it's almost impossible for them to catch a cold. He looked puzzled.

"Who's insulting me?"

At this moment, the silicon gold pile began to slowly recover. Although Meng Chuan had completely deformed it, it was able to be repaired to its original state after a short while. This is the power of technology.

Meng Chuan asked Zong Ping:
"Is this for sale? I'd like to buy one."

He has recently been looking at various martial arts equipment online. There is a large open space in the attic of his new house, which is very suitable for conversion into a martial arts room of his own.

Although Master Luo gave me the key to his house, I can go to the martial arts room to practice whenever I want.

But sometimes when his teacher's wife was around, Meng Chuan liked to practice boxing shirtless when he was sweating and putting in a lot of effort.

Being covered in sweat is never very convenient.

After experiencing it firsthand, Meng Chuan felt that the silicon gold pile was so useful that even if it cost millions, it would be worth it.

Zong Ping pondered for a moment, then hesitated and said:
"Brother Chuan, this is not for sale by the United University. We can only use it when practicing in the martial arts arena."

"Ok."

Meng Chuan nodded, preparing to go to the "advisor" again after a while to ask for help.

I can't go now; it's too frequent. I need to slow down for now.
After the silicon gold pile was restored, Meng Chuan finished his breathing exercise and got up to start practicing his boxing again.

This time, everyone crowded around to get a closer look.

As they watched, the crowd asked him about his methods and techniques for generating force.

The reason is simple: Meng Chuan's stake-driving technique is textbook-perfect, with every punch delivered perfectly, combining power and beauty.

Meng Chuan was also very open-minded; he would explain things to anyone who asked him a question while he was practicing. Without his special qualities, whether one could understand the answer depended on the individual.

Meng Chuan is quite easygoing with most people.

He only reveals his ferocious side when facing demonic martial artists and celestial demons.

After rubbing the silicon gold stake a few more times, Meng Chuan stopped, satisfied.

[Luo's Eight Extremes: Mastery (94%) → (96%) Awaiting Breakthrough]

"Cool!"

(End of this chapter)