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Chapter 169 Grandmaster and Inner Demon (3k) Request for Subscription

All of it turned into a blood-red vortex and poured into Luo Guanyun's chest!

Shinji stared at the scene with eyes blazing with fury, spitting out a large pool of black blood that tasted metallic in his throat, his withered fingers digging deep into the cracks in the floor tiles.

Luo Guanyun groaned and knelt on one knee, countless golden patterns bursting forth beneath his black robe.

The black robe shattered in the next moment, and lightning burst forth from every pore of his body.

His spine cracked inch by inch, and the lightning patterns darted under his skin.

It was as if thousands of electric pythons were vying to burst through the body, turning the rain curtain within a radius of ten feet into a vortex of white mist.

In harmony with the thunder and lightning of heaven and earth, it instantly transformed into a beam of light.

The lightning seed within his body was greedily tearing at the excess nutrients, and the violent [divine energy] was almost bursting through his meridians.

He caught a glimpse of Xinsi making a hand seal, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

boom!
The instant the lightning strike pierced the old man's skull, all the statues in the arena simultaneously exploded into dust.

Shinji's ferocious expression froze in the lightning, his charred body crumbling inch by inch.

Only half of the tortoise shell, engraved with some kind of mysterious script, fell to the ground and was instantly soaked by the rain.

"There's no other way but to kill him."

Luo Guanyun wiped the bloodstains from the corner of his mouth, touched the surface of the tortoise shell with his fingertip from a distance, and put it into his pocket.

Outside the shrine, the wind and rain raged even more fiercely, and amidst the clatter of broken copper bells on the eaves, he sat cross-legged amidst the chaos of the scene.

Lightning patterns danced all over his body like living things as he forcefully suppressed the restless energy.

Thunder and lightning, accompanied by torrential rain, pounded on Luo Guanyun's forehead, and a cracking sound, as if bones were breaking, suddenly came from his knees, which were sitting cross-legged.

At the Lingtai point, the thunder seed seemed to open its sharp teeth, beginning to roam throughout the body and tear at the meridians.

At this moment, Lei Zhong completely lost control.

"broken!"

The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end as he silently circulated the [Mysterious Yin Reflecting the Moon True Skill].

At the same time, a large amount of qi and blood surged from all the acupoints in his body, attempting to suppress the thunder seed.

The blood-red torrent, which had been forcibly suppressed, surged straight from the tailbone to the heavens, and the dormant thunder seeds suddenly erupted at this moment.

Countless distorted faces of "nutrients" traveled through the meridians, and every inch of bone marrow erupted with indescribable howls.

boom!
The twenty-four vertebrae of the spine lit up simultaneously, and the Qi Sea Snow Mountain collapsed into a blazing white light spot amidst excruciating pain.

Golden lightning slurry flowed from Luo Guanyun's right eye, while thick black blood seeped from his left.

The lingering fear in his mind transformed into blood-red thorns, which were growing wildly along the meridians of his body.

"I am the [Qian Yuan Thunder Movement]."

He activated his inner energy and discovered that his perfectly round and flawless inner energy was circulating on its own.

The thunder seed in his mind seemed to come alive, and countless evil roars transformed into tangible sound waves that shattered the rain curtain.

The devoured memories of the [divine seed] clung to the body like a malignant tumor, manifesting within as countless terrifying shadowy mists.

The lightning bolt suddenly exploded into thousands of arcs of electricity, pinning the dark figures to the void.

In a flash of inspiration, Luo Guanyun formed a sword with his fingers, and the lightning seed in his chest leaped out of his body along the sword's fingers.

The next moment, the scattered lightning in the world gathered into nine lightning dragons as if on a pilgrimage.

As the last drop of black blood was forced out of his left ear, he suddenly heard a soft, shattering sound, like glass breaking, coming from all around him.

This is the sound of breaking free from constraints.

The rain stopped.

The lightning seed, suspended in mid-air, spewed thunderous roars, and its acupoints spontaneously drew upon the true energy of heaven and earth.

Luo Guanyun stood there, stunned.

"I've become a grandmaster!"

But this was not the result he wanted.

This approach to pushing limits has countless hidden drawbacks.

He came here today only to find a way to completely suppress the Thunder Seed.

Coming to my senses, I felt the surge of power.

As he retracted the lightning seed into his body, a sharp cry suddenly erupted.

The black blood that had just been forced out had somehow seeped back into the acupoints and was now frantically retaliating along the meridians.

As Luo Guanyun roared, lightning crackled around him, only to discover that his martial arts true energy, which was at the Grandmaster level, was being corroded by some kind of chilling cold.

The nutrients he had devoured were now revealing their true fangs.

[Having become a master, one also falls into the trap of inner demons].

Great Chu, eternal peace.

Gangzi Club, No. 18 Yanta Road, Qindu District.

"Xiao Meng, when you become a martial artist, how about you help me practice the [Tama Iron Crotch] technique?"

Li Wei had just finished helping Meng Chuanpai with his training, and at the same time, he also discovered the extraordinary nature of this hard skill.

Compared to the invisible protective shield of Shaolin Iron Crotch Kung Fu, this method emphasizes one word: hard!

"no problem!"

Without the support of true qi, Meng Chuan is still unable to strike Li Weigang's acupoints.

After becoming a martial artist, he plans to continue practicing his boxing skills under the guise of sparring, but he doesn't know if Brother Gang can withstand it.
Today the sky is clear and the sun is blazing.

Several pavilions and towers were temporarily erected on the hill behind the UN General Assembly Preparatory School.

Teachers and students gathered together today for the New Year's competition.

Looking down from the top, sixteen large red-lacquered wooden arenas were erected on the mountainside, which had been leveled by some great force.

This is the venue specially built for the New Year's competition.

Around the arena, pre-high school students stood in awe.

A figure flashed across the horizon and landed in the very center of the judges' panel.

The visitor was Principal Yang. He didn't need a microphone; his voice naturally reached the ears of everyone present.

"The UN General Assembly preliminary competition, the New Year's grand competition, has officially begun."

After saying that, he sat down, closed his eyes, and began to regulate his breathing, secretly circulating his internal energy.

As a respected figure, time is extremely precious, and it is already quite an achievement for him to personally oversee things.

The rest of the competition process was naturally left to others. The next moment, An Jing, the counselor, floated out from the crowd and walked onto the podium next to the judges' table.

"I will be hosting this competition. Please keep quiet and listen to the explanation of the competition rules."

She looked up and glanced around, then continued:

"This competition has been specially expanded with 16 additional arenas. The elimination rounds will be held in the morning, and the finals will be held in the afternoon."

Meanwhile, seeded players who have advanced through seven or more rounds will receive a bye into the final.

Finally, she introduced the judges and guests of the competition.

Principal Yang, the head of the pre-high school department, the deputy director of the education bureau, and so on, all the way to the end.

Looking at the list in her hand, she felt a sense of absurdity.

Helpless, he could only say with difficulty:
"Meng Chuan?"

The crowd below was initially stunned, but then applause erupted.

Seeing this, Meng Chuan stood up somewhat embarrassed and greeted everyone.

Offstage, the students from the lower classes of the fifth and sixth grades applauded the most enthusiastically.

They often took the opportunity to ask Meng Chuan for advice while he practiced boxing, and learned a lot of useful things from him.

Zongping was the one leading the trouble from the sidelines:
"Brother Chuan's level has already surpassed that of us mere mortals. We don't even need to compete; he can directly become a judge."

Some students echoed this sentiment:

"That's right. If Brother Chuan comes down to compete again, what chance do we have?"

This person was Xiao Liu, the freshman who practiced Eagle Claw Kung Fu. After secretly learning a lot of skills from Meng Chuan, he became a complete fanboy of him.

"Wow, this is so awesome! I want to be a judge too!"

Those who had passed the seventh level or higher clapped their hands, but had no particular thoughts on the matter.

Meng Chuan is very capable and is not a student of this school. Although it is a bit outrageous for him to be a judge, it is not unacceptable.

I remember how he used to take down opponents one by one in the martial arts arena.
"It's a good thing we didn't call him down to compete, otherwise the pre-university students would have completely lost face."

Looking at Meng Chuan on the judges' panel, who had a calm and collected expression.

Xu Qingfeng's joy at breaking through the eight levels was somewhat dampened, and he felt extremely aggrieved.

Being able to sit on the judging panel of the league is such a prestigious position.

"What a beast!"

However, he could finally relax, as he had now advanced to the eighth level.

If they don't run into Meng Chuan, they should be able to sweep the entire field.

Unconsciously, even though they were at the same level, he placed Meng Chuan above himself.

It can only be said that Meng has been accumulating power for a long time since he came to Yugao, and he has no intention of challenging him unless he is one step ahead.

Meng Jiaolong glanced again at the young figure on the judges' panel, then shook her head to stop thinking about it.

On the podium.

An Jing then came to his senses and interrupted the noise of the crowd.

She never expected that Meng Chuan would actually be sitting on the judging panel.
As Principal Yang lightly tapped his finger, pale golden energy shields rose simultaneously from all sixteen arenas.

An Jing was also moved, and the name tags of hundreds of students began to circulate haphazardly.

"Round 1 elimination round, random matchmaking begins!"

As the light screen froze, gasps of surprise erupted from the third arena.

Zong Ping was surprisingly matched with Xiao Liu!

Zongping was secretly pleased; it seemed like a great start.

The gap in cultivation level is too large; he has virtually no hope of making it to the finals.

Zongping only wanted to win one game and show off in front of the school leaders.

"You've only been learning from Brother Chuan for a short time; you're still far behind me."

When his friend came on stage, Meng Chuan looked over with great interest.

Zongping felt a gaze from somewhere on the judges' panel, and his back suddenly straightened.

He wants to win decisively, without dragging things out!
While the audience was cheering, Meng Chuan, sitting on the judges' panel, was equally moved.

Once upon a time at Ping An Middle School, Zong Ping was also a martial artist in the same tier as him.

He is now only one level away from becoming a martial artist, while his opponent is still struggling at level five.

It's not that Zong Ping lacks talent; it's just that he's too abnormal.

Dozens of moves later, the tiger was still fighting the eagle.

As the hidden power of the tiger form burst forth, Zong Ping's tiger claws made a crisp sound, striking his opponent's waist with a palm strike.

Xiao Liu's body suddenly swayed, and he fell off the ring due to the excessive weight.

Meanwhile, battles of varying degrees were also breaking out in other arenas.

While the game raged below, the "big shots" on the judging panel were also chatting casually.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, Meng Chuan overheard a lot of so-called secrets.

"Some of the Blackwater Company's demonic warriors have fled to the demon's lair outside Yong'an City."
The [Dragon Demon's Nest] has been completely conquered and is now one of the resource sites of the Great Chu.

"Aren't these people just waiting to be trapped like turtles in a jar?"

Meng Chuan was completely baffled, but as he listened to the important figures discussing key points and such, he vaguely understood what was going on.

The Demon's Nest is a piece of land that has been carved out from the dark side of the world.

Some that are nearby can travel to another demon's lair through [nodes].

Therefore, the distance between the connected nodes is the passage between the various demon nests.

Recently, Yong'an City has been putting immense pressure on the demonic path, and this group of people really couldn't withstand it any longer, which is why they decided to take such a risk.

Meng Chuan continued to listen with great interest.

Suddenly, a short-haired woman arrived late, floating down from mid-air.

She sat down in the empty seat next to Meng Chuan after pulling back the hem of her light blue tight-fitting skirt.

Sensing the martial arts prowess of Meng Chuanwu, a look of surprise appeared on her face.

Those who know, know; they got taken advantage of.

Several thousand words about island nations were deleted.
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