With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 188 Opening Battle, Luo Yin's Conversation (3k)

As Meng Jiaolong approached, Meng Chuan felt an "immense" sense of oppression.

Seeing that the other person's expression was unfriendly, he withdrew his gaze and continued practicing his stance.

It's alright, just focus on practicing your own skills.

Perhaps unintentionally, he will eventually surpass one of the old guard.

Meng Chuan is confident about this.

Suddenly remembering something, his expression turned somewhat strange.

He thought to himself:

"If Chen Jingyi is Luo Meng's apprentice, then wouldn't I be her senior apprentice-aunt?"

To prevent him from peeking, Meng Jiaolong started telling him about the nine levels of experts in this competition.

After talking for so long, he was almost falling asleep.

Meng Chuan was curious, wondering what Meng Jiaolong was thinking. He was only at the seventh level, so why was she spending all her time studying those ninth-level masters?
He had already studied these people's tactics the night before.

There were probably five or six of them, all veterans who had already passed the ninth level of the realm, and their vitality was almost twice that of him.

Meng Chuan decided to avoid confronting these people for the time being.

Even without Venerable Yin watching over them, using the [Rainbow Radiance Body] technique would likely have been difficult, and victory would have been hard to achieve.

For the remaining nine rounds of challenges, it mainly depends on your performance on the day.

However, he had some experience in dealing with the fourth Ascended Being of the Demon Summoning Hall, having previously fought a life-or-death battle with him.

Based on the comprehensive analysis, I have a good chance of making it into the top ten.

The second stage cannot start immediately; there is still time for development and overtaking.

"Meng Chuan is gone, now it's his turn to take the stage!"

The group of people from Yugao interrupted Meng Chuan's practice and called out loudly.

"Okay, here we come."

Meng Chuan stopped his stance and exhaled a white mist that resembled a sword.

Then, he followed the others and walked towards the door.

Standing backstage in the preparation area, Meng Chuan looked around.

The entire martial arts competition center has ten arenas in the martial arts area, which can support ten groups of participants to fight at the same time.

"It seems today ended quickly; I can go back to practice my skills early."

He specifically asked Gang Ge in advance to help him work overtime that night so he could schedule a call.

With Iron Shirt nearing perfection, those few might still be no match for him, but with his perfected Iron Shirt, advancing into the top ten should be a sure thing.

When I came to my senses, I heard the host's voice, which was still strong and powerful, even though he wasn't using a microphone.

As expected of a national-level preliminary competition, even the host was a martial arts expert.

"After a long period of preparation, the highly anticipated National Martial Arts Supernova Competition is officially open to the public!"
The first stage begins today. Will the established powerhouses from universities continue their glorious run, or will the dark horses of the new generation rise to prominence?
We have no answer. In this newly built Martial Arts Center, dear audience members, you are the first visitors.

Today, let's witness the birth of a new legend! Please welcome the contestants!

The martial artist's resounding voice instantly ignited the enthusiasm of the entire audience.

The stadium, which had a capacity of 90,000, was packed with audiences from all over Shaanxi province, who erupted in unprecedented applause and cheers.

Meng Jiaolong followed Meng Chuan into the venue, her toes trembling slightly.

Listening to the deafening roar outside, she felt uneasy.

"I knew I shouldn't have come; it's embarrassing in front of so many people."

Meng Chuan sensed Meng Jiaolong's guilty conscience and gripped her wrist tightly.

"Don't overthink it. If anyone beats you up badly, I'll avenge you."

Feeling the lingering warmth on her wrist, Meng Jiaolong's skin instantly turned slightly red.

He said in a low, soft voice:
"it is good"

"If you encounter level eight, give it a shot; if you encounter level nine, just admit defeat."

"I know. I'm not stupid."

The crowd stood on the stage, and the host introduced each of the nine most popular contestants.

Finally, he shouted again:
"Among the high school students, there are also some 'little geniuses' from the preparatory class."

They are still young, but each of them is quite skilled!

As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Chuan's figure suddenly appeared on the huge screen that surrounded the entire venue.

At the very top, like other popular players, is a huge name.

When Meng Chuan looked up and saw his own image on the big screen, he was momentarily stunned.

I'm only at level eight, what's going on here?

The host's voice was unusually loud:
"Let's focus our attention on this young man, Meng Chuan! Although he is young, his strength should not be underestimated. Let's see how he shines on the stage!"

Thunderous applause erupted again, and Meng Chuan awkwardly waved to the surroundings.

Many of the audience members were locals from Yong'an, and some who recognized him cheered:

"Look, it's Meng Chuan!"

"Meng Chuan is invincible! Infinite Martial Arts School is invincible!"

The large "Infinite" martial arts symbol on its chest is equally eye-catching.

Lin Yue huddled among Yan Hua and the others, watching the spirited figure on the screen.

"Xiaolin, is this your classmate from the Southwest Associated University?"

Lin Yue did not respond.

Yan Hua's nine students laughed and said:

"Looks good, very energetic."

Upon hearing this, Lin Yue lowered his head deeply, a hint of resentment on his face.
In Hua Yun Mansion, Xue Na was picking vegetables in the kitchen when she heard Meng Yongzhi's angry roar in the living room.

"Come quick! Chuan'er's on TV!"

Ping An Middle School Auditorium.

The entire school's faculty and students are here to watch the live broadcast of the Supernova Competition.

When Meng Chuan appeared on the big screen, a loud cheer erupted.

"Go, Chuan Ge!" "Chuan Ge will win!"

Principal Zong stood on the brand-new podium, his eyes slightly moist, and led the applause.

Moments later, thunderous applause filled the auditorium and lingered for a long time.

Meng Chuan is the pride of everyone at Ping'an Middle School.

On the judges' panel next to the ring, Luo Guanyun also stood up and applauded enthusiastically.

A knowing smile appeared on his face.

As for adding this part to Meng Chuan's speech at the opening ceremony, it was naturally his doing.

After all, having a right but not using it is the same as not having a right at all.
"You're really something, Lao Meng, going down the national idol route?"

Xu Qingfeng poked Meng Chuan's ribs.

"Matchmaking is about to start, you better pray you don't run into me."

"wrong."

The host introduced the judges' panel again, and after the applause subsided, the matching process began on the big screen.

As the results were announced, Meng Chuan was assigned to the sixth arena.

A strange expression appeared on his face:

"Six again? That's kind of weird."

Xu Qingfeng breathed a sigh of relief when he saw himself on the eighth arena.

Having fought Meng Chuan many times, to be honest, he would rather fight Jiu Guan than this "physical monster".

Meng Jiaolong was on the first arena, and Fu Long and the others did not run into Meng Chuan.

Then, everyone went to their assigned arenas and began the draw for the specific matches.

Due to the large number of contestants, only 200 will be narrowed down to 100 today.

Meng Chuan drew opponent number 109 and faced off in the third group.

Upon seeing that the other party was from Yong'an Martial Arts University, Meng Chuan thought to himself, "I'm all set."

Graduates of Yong'an Wuda University who reach level seven are considered outstanding alumni.
Number 109, standing to the side, looked extremely unpleasant, his feelings incredibly complicated.

He heard that the other side was quite ruthless, and he was even considering surrendering without a fight.

But the principal was there to oversee the battle.
"Never mind, let's just try to lose in a dignified way."

The first group of matches on Arena 6 featured nine top-level fighters.

The man was burly and held a heavy sword as wide as a door panel in both hands.

The introduction on the big screen describes him as a master of whale-like forms.

Whale-shaped forms are considered a niche style in the field of pictographic writing, and are not commonly practiced. Meng Chuan studied them carefully.

After only ten or so moves, his opponent from the eighth level was swept away by the greatsword with the force of a whale and was blasted off the stage without any resistance.

In the crucial moment when there is no time to withdraw one's strength, a second professional referee will use true energy to restrain the victor's body and stop their attack.

Therefore, there is no need to worry about serious injury. Minor injuries can be easily healed with current medical technology, so just do your best.

The burly man had a good presence, Meng Chuan nodded secretly.

The opponent is very strong, and the explosive power of the whale-shaped fist technique is also quite good.

But he felt that they were not as powerful as the people from the Demon Summoning Hall that night.

To defeat this person, I'll just have to put in a little more effort.

After watching the other players' matches for a while, it wasn't long before it was his turn to play.

On stage number six.

Number 109, standing diagonally opposite, didn't look too good. Meng Chuan smiled slightly, cupped his hands, and said:
"That's it."

The man felt much relieved and then assumed a fighting stance, saying:
"The tiger-shaped weapon is sharp; be careful not to accidentally injure yourself. Please advise me, Brother Meng!"

Meng Chuan made a gesture of invitation to end the conversation.

The next moment, the opponent charged at him like a charging rhinoceros, bringing both fists together above his head.

Meng Chuan stretched forward with one hand, his movements like stirring water in a jar, guiding his opponent to exert force towards empty space.

Old Yin was watching from the sidelines, so Meng Chuan should play a little longer to give the other side face.

In an instant, the man was caught in Meng Chuan's soft and gentle force.

The body thrust forward as if hitting a copper wall or an iron wall, unable to budge even an inch.

He tried to break through to the sides, but was unknowingly pulled back and ended up back in the same spot.

When he realized what was happening and tried to back away, a large hand suddenly appeared behind him, pinning him down and preventing him from moving an inch.

This martial artist is considered quite skilled in the Seventh Level, not far from being as good as Meng Jiaolong before.

But now, in Meng Chuan's hands, it's like a monkey in the Buddha's palm, circling around but unable to escape.

Meng Chuan moved his hands slowly and deliberately, secretly calculating the time in his mind.

Two minutes later, he flicked his wrist and grabbed the other man's collar with a "snap".

He then twisted his waist and threw number 109 off the ring.

It can be said that once he exerts his strength, the opponent has no ability to resist.

Losing isn't shameful, the man stood up, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said:
"Seeing is believing, Brother Meng is truly amazing, I'm impressed!"

You can't argue with that; the other person is four or five years younger than me, and beating him is like beating a three-year-old.
Before leaving, he glanced at the judges' panel one last time and saw Principal Yin chatting with the person next to him with a normal expression, before he left with peace of mind.

I believe Principal Yin won't blame him; he's already one of the top students at Yong'an Martial Arts University.

But the difference in strength is undeniable; if you can't beat them, you simply can't beat them.

On the judges' panel, Principal Yin felt quite pleased; this kid was sensible.

He turned to Luo Guanyun beside him and said:
"Xiao Luo, your protégé is amazing. He'll probably achieve great things in the future."

Luo Guanyun pretended to be indifferent and waved his hand, saying:

"Venerable Yin is too kind. It's just so-so, nothing special."

"Haha, don't be modest. I talked to Meng Chuan about it on Xiangwang Mountain before. I think this kid has some interesting qualities."

Hearing this, Luo Guanyun got excited too.

He has no special qualities, but the Venerable One is knowledgeable and experienced; he might actually be able to recognize Meng Chuan's special qualities.

(End of this chapter)