With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 189 Iron Shirt Perfected, Cowardly Fighting the Lizard (3k)

"Oh dear, I've always noticed this trait of his; I feel like he's a panacea."

It has advantages in both boxing and body training, but its comprehension in boxing is not as obvious as that of [Tongming Wugu], and it cannot compare with [Longjin Hugu] in terms of body training.

Then there's the frequency of sudden insights, which happens a bit too often, at most once every few months.

This is quite similar to the top characteristic of Buddhism, "repeated enlightenment," but it is far from reaching the frequency of sudden enlightenment.

"Your Excellency, you are a man of great knowledge and experience. What qualities do you perceive in Meng Chuan?"

"Xiao Meng's situation is complicated, I'm not sure either. It should be a multi-functional...mystical trait?"

Yin Tianshou was dumbfounded. It was impossible for someone with traits related to a phoenix to have so many complicated details.
Unconsciously, he was led astray by Luo Guanyun.

Seeing Meng Chuan leave the arena, Yin Tianshou was still secretly puzzled.

"Luo Guanyun is probably the person who understands him best, besides himself. Have I really misjudged him?"

The referee declared Meng Chuan the winner and encouraged him:

"Good job, keep it up, a top ten finish is still within your reach."

As a martial artist and referee of the Yong'an Martial Arts Association, he also knew of Meng Chuan's great name.

Rumor has it that this young man's combat strength is unparalleled among those in the same realm, and he might actually have a chance to defeat someone stronger than him.

in the audience.

Since Meng Chuan had just appeared on the big screen, many people were paying attention to his performance.

Seeing him win so easily, everyone cheered and encouraged him.

"Yong'an Meng Chuan!"

Amidst the crowd, Wang Yue proudly introduced himself to those around him:
"This is my good buddy. We've been practicing boxing together since we were kids. Pretty impressive, huh? Hahahaha."

"Wow, you've been training together since you were kids, so you must be pretty good too, right?"

"It's basically a 50/50 chance, about the same."

Wang Yue suddenly felt a little guilty.

After leaving the arena, Meng Chuan looked toward the judges' area.

Luo Guanyun stood up from a distance, and the master and disciple, as if by telepathy, raised their arms and shouted at the same time.

Meng Chuan smiled faintly, inwardly encouraging himself.

"Let's win this game and keep it up!"

Back in the lounge, Xu Qingfeng was beaming.

He was also lucky, as he encountered a seven-stage opponent and easily won in a few rounds.

Meng Jiaolong, standing to the side, was somewhat unhappy; as expected, she was eliminated in the first round.
Meng Chuan stood aside and gently comforted her:

"It's okay, I'll just practice cooking more."

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Meng Jiaolong responded by raising her middle finger.

However, she wasn't disappointed. She was just unlucky and encountered the ninth level, so there was no point in struggling anymore.

Fu Long and others were also eliminated, and their mood was so-so.

Unfortunately, the age gap cannot be narrowed.

If we compare again in two or three years, there probably won't be many people his age who can beat him.

The competition is still ongoing, with each ring consisting of ten rounds before the day ends.

He watched the matches of the nine strongest players, and an hour passed without him realizing it.

"Lin Yue?"

He saw a familiar figure on the screen.

Lin Yue's injuries had long since healed, and his movements seemed much faster than before.

"But it didn't work; I made even more progress."

With his improved physical abilities, Meng Chuan's explosive power has become increasingly terrifying, rivaling even Lin Yue's forte of speed.

Meng Chuan was indifferent to whether or not he would run into Lin Yue.

With referees watching over the ring, he couldn't bring himself to use excessive force.

He glanced at them a few times and then stopped paying attention to Lin Yue, turning his attention to the duels between the other powerful figures.

Several martial artists from the Ninth Gate clashed together, and the fight was extremely fierce. It took hundreds of moves for a winner to emerge victorious.

Those who lose are not upset, because there is a revival round on the third day, with a total of five revival spots.

Even if a strong player suffers a defeat earlier, they can still make it into the fourth day of the ranking matches.

Meng Chuan sighed inwardly:

"Under these rules, it's almost impossible to find a bargain."

Continuing on, Zheng Zhenzhen's brother came on stage.

Zheng Chengcheng is more popular than him; this guy is handsome.

His indifferent face struck a chord with the girls in the audience, and screams erupted from the moment he stepped onto the stage.

A faint golden dragon-shaped aura swirled around him, and without even drawing his sword, he sent the eight-level contestant off the stage with a single palm strike.

"Wow, that's pretty intense."

The judges nodded in agreement.

"This is Zheng Tianwang's grandson. He's quite good at Dragon Style Fist."

With the last group of matches concluded, Meng Chuan went back with his master to continue practicing boxing.

"How did you feel about watching it today?"

Meng Chuan sat in the back row and pondered:

"There's some pressure. The advantage of the Nine Gates in terms of Qi and Blood is obvious, but we'll have to see how they perform in actual combat."

Luo Guanyun nodded and said:

"Don't put too much pressure on yourself. The age gap is there, just make sure you don't have any regrets."

Then, Luo Guanyun continued:

"Chuan'er, you seem to be quite familiar with Principal Yin. I chatted with him for a while on the judging panel today, and he seems to be paying a lot of attention to you."

Upon hearing this, Meng Chuan's expression tightened.

he asked:
"Master, what did Principal Yin say?"

Luo Guanyun smiled faintly:

"It's nothing, I just mentioned some of your traits, but he didn't seem to notice them."

Afterwards, Luo Guanyun recounted his analysis with Yin Tianshou to his apprentice. Upon hearing this, Meng Chuan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He knew that his master might have unintentionally done him a great favor.

Although I don't know what Venerable Yin's intentions are, it would be far more beneficial than harmful to quickly divert his attention away from me.

night.

Gangzi Club left the lights on for him.

Li Weigang beckoned Meng Chuan into the drill room, and they immediately began the drill.

"You did a good job today, kid. I didn't know you could do soft boxing."

He also watched the game from the stands today and was even more impressed by the strength of today's young players.

When he was around twenty years old, he was still struggling with the sixth level of the exam.

Meng Chuan nodded in agreement, grinning.

"You've been training extra lately because you're almost at the peak of your Iron Shirt skill, right?"

"Yes."

Li Weigang said:

"Iron Shirt is a superior body-strengthening method of Shaolin. Even if you have Wudang armor to protect your body, your physical defense will increase dramatically after you reach perfection."

In subsequent matches, combined with your top-notch boxing skills, you might actually be able to compete with those level-nine martial artists.

Meng Chuan nodded, explaining why he practiced late into the night.

If the gap in Qi and blood cannot be bridged, then exert effort elsewhere.

After the injection was finished, Li Weigang helped Meng Chuan apply hematopoietic ointment to his back.

"Your hematopoietic ointment is almost used up, isn't it? Once you've mastered the Iron Shirt skill, you can use the [Diamond Strengthening Ointment]."

This medicine is stronger, and your body can handle it.

"Ok."

As his hard skills improved and his physical fitness increased, the external martial arts training ointment that Meng Chuan used was also constantly being upgraded.

The price of the muscle-strengthening ointment is three times that of the blood-building ointment, but in order to prevent the body from developing hidden ailments and to maintain the pace of progress, this money cannot be saved.

After applying the ointment, Meng Chuan felt much better.

My entire back felt warm and cozy, with streams of heat flowing along the lines of my skin to various acupoints.

The next morning, Meng Chuan got up and checked the panel.

The second-rate Shaolin Iron Shirt Kung Fu has been successfully mastered and perfected.

[Iron Shirt: Mastery (99%) → Perfection (1%) Awaiting Breakthrough]

[Limit Breaking Trait: Flexibility (Beginner)]

At this rate of progress, calling himself a prodigy in hard skills is not an exaggeration.

Meng Chuan exerted his strength, his bones and muscles as solid as iron, as if they were cast from steel bars.

He tried to pierce or strike the blunt object with a sharp weapon, but both attempts left him unharmed.

When he looked in the mirror, he noticed that his skin color, thanks to the combined effects of his perfected cultivation technique and the blood-building ointment, had a subtle bronze metallic sheen.

He exhaled a deep breath, the breath long and powerful like clouds or a sharp sword, fully displaying the perfect power of Iron Shirt.

"Top ten, no problem."

Now, Iron Shirt has reached its peak, and apart from a handful of people, very few can break through its defense in the Supernova Tournament.

Martial Arts Competition Center.

"Are you number 77?"

Seeing the matching results on the big screen, Meng Chuan asked Xu Qingfeng, who was standing next to him.

"Hold!"

Xu Qingfeng was on the verge of tears; damn it, he had really run into this guy.

"Cheer up, you're about to go on stage, don't look so sad."

Meng Chuan offered words of comfort.

Meng Chuan dragged the cowardly lizard Xu Qingfeng onto the stage, and at the same time heard the host's voice as loud as a bell.

"Please focus your attention on arena number three. Let's give a round of applause to welcome Meng Chuan and Xu Qingfeng to the stage!"

They had met in the 24th Joint Examination, and Meng Chuancai narrowly won the battle.

They are not only evenly matched rivals, but also comrades who deeply respect each other. Now that they have reunited, let's see if Xu Qingfeng can turn the tide!

"it is good!"

Fights with a storyline are more popular, and many viewers focused their attention on the display screen of the third arena above.

"Damn it!"

Xu Qingfeng felt like killing the host.

There's no other way; we can't just surrender before the battle even begins.
He assumed a fighting stance, holding the iron fan upside down in his palm, and cupped his hands in greeting:

"Come on, Brother Meng, we're going to have another go at it."

Xu Qingfeng's strength was not as weak as imagined. He pulled out his iron fan with a backhand, and the fan ribs gleamed coldly under the cold arena lights.

Then, his inner energy shifted with the Bagua steps, and at the same time, he let out a low shout, and his iron fan unfolded with a "whoosh".

As his strength flowed throughout his body, the iron fan, with a flick of his wrist, drew a phantom image of the Bagua (Eight Trigrams) in mid-air.

The cyclone, carrying an inexplicable meaning, swept towards Meng Chuan.

"Brother Meng, today I will show you what the true Qiankun Bagua is!"

Xu Qingfeng snapped his iron fan shut, aiming it at Meng Chuan's chest like a short stick. The tip of the fan contained the power of Bagua, making the move difficult to discern as real or feint.

"That's progress, not bad."

Meng Chuan smiled slightly, but his posture remained unmoved. It was a good opportunity to test the effectiveness of the Iron Shirt technique on his opponent.

His bronze skin glowed faintly as he endured the oncoming vortex of energy. His right arm swung up like a steel whip, and the Bajiquan [Heart-Piercing Elbow] struck the core of the fan formation!
"drink!"

There's no need to open the dragon bone; the key to defeating Xu Qingfeng is saving electricity.
The instant the fist struck the iron fan, a sharp, metallic clang exploded throughout the arena.

Xu Qingfeng felt a sharp pain in his hand and instantly lost his grip on the iron fan.

After being released, it spun in mid-air and flew off the stage, its Bagua energy shattering and scattering in all directions.

Before Xu Qingfeng could hastily change his move, Meng Chuan's left fist had already blasted out like a cannonball.

In the instant he hastily parried with his arms crossed, the brute force of the Wood-attribute Crushing Fist [Piercing Clouds and Splitting Stones] rushed straight towards him, causing Xu Qingfeng to stagger back several steps and nearly fall off the stage.

(End of this chapter)