With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 190 "Iron-Blooded Steel Spear" Meng Chuan (Two Chapters Combined)

From the judges' panel in the distance, Luo Guanyun clapped his hands and laughed heartily:
"My good disciple has always liked to use brute force to overcome all techniques!"

Yin Tianshou nodded slightly in agreement.

He personally witnessed the two fighting fiercely at the tomb of King Xiang.

It now seems that Meng Chuan has already taken the lead over the other side.

After regaining his footing, Xu Qingfeng shook his head with a wry smile and quickly admitted defeat.

"I give up, awesome, awesome."

Meng Chuan tearfully saw his good brother off, while offering words of encouragement:
"You flatter me, Brother Xu; you are no less capable."

"Perform well from now on, you absolutely must be resurrected, then you can give me another chance."

Below the arena, Xu Qingfeng, who was fleeing, stumbled.

He turned around and roared:
"You fucking human being!"

Amid cheers from the crowd, the referee announced loudly:
"The victor is Meng Chuan!"

He was secretly puzzled.

Did the host make a mistake? The difference in strength between the two is so great, how could they have been evenly matched in the last game?

This war lasted only thirty breaths from start to finish.

It can only be said that Meng Chuan's growth rate has exceeded everyone's expectations.

The following day, and the third day, saw the top 50 teams advance to 25.

Today, the battle is becoming increasingly intense.

Only the experts from the eighth and ninth levels have survived to this day; all the other martial arts students from the university and the preparatory course who reached the seventh level have been eliminated.

Meng Chuan stood in the waiting room, secretly praying that another eight-stage contestant would help him out.

With fewer participants, the big screen can hold more information.

A moment later, the matching results were displayed on the large screen.

Arena Number One:
【(No. 6) Meng Chuan vs (No. 3) Ma Ziyan】

“Ma Ziyan? If the nine masters of the United University haven’t mastered Iron Shirt, they’ll really have a hard time dealing with her.”

Meng Chuan had seen the video of this woman's moves; she was a formidable opponent.

The emperor wasn't worried, but the eunuchs were. Meng Jiaolong quickly said from the side:
"Senior Sister Ma is proficient in Crane Swallow Double Form Fist and is skilled in using the Roaring Horse Whip. At the end of last year, her Qi and blood advanced to the ninth level."

He's one of the most famous masters of the Pictographic School in the university department, Meng Chuan, you'd better be careful."

She has been cramming on a lot of information about other contestants recently, all for the sake of Meng Chuan.

"clear."

This woman is considered one of the top ten favorites, so Meng Chuan naturally wouldn't underestimate her.

In the distance, Ma Ziyan was chatting with the other members of the United Nations University team who had advanced to the next round.

"Sister Ma, you're so lucky to have run into an eighth-round contestant. It's like God is helping you advance. It's love from your junior."

A burly man next to her teased her.

"Go away, of course I love you."

Ma Ziyan has a neat short haircut, an upright posture, and sharp eyes.

Her every move exudes a heroic and spirited air, showcasing the indomitable spirit of women.

But her mindset wasn't as optimistic as her classmates'.

"Meng Chuan, this guy seems pretty capable."

He's affiliated with a student, yet he's recently become quite the celebrity on campus; something's definitely amiss.

As the saying goes, a great reputation is never undeserved; even with the eight gates of qi and blood, one should not be careless.

While there was still some time before the war started, she took the opportunity to cram in some information about Meng Chuan.

"Goodness. The boxing style is the method taught by Professor Li of this school, which can be called the Five Elements Qiankun Boxing, the best of Xingyi."

He's a body-training fanatic. This kid's practiced so many hard martial arts techniques, how can his body handle it?
However, I've heard that martial artists who practice external martial arts all have a weakness, which is their groin area.

Thinking of this, Ma Ziyan felt somewhat ashamed.

But in order to win.

Her resolve in the path is unwavering!
Time passes slowly.

On the first arena, a clash between figurative and symbolic forms is about to take place.

"Take her down, come on, Lao Meng!"

Xu Qingfeng had great confidence in Meng Chuan.

"Just don't get hurt. If you can't beat them, just admit defeat. It's not shameful to lose to someone from the ninth level when you're at the eighth level."

Meng Jiaolong said with concern.

"Don't worry, I'm going up there. Just watch me do it."

Meng Chuan's gaze was calm as still water; he always maintained composure in the face of important matters.

He secretly calculated the techniques of his fist, knowing that each of the nine-level martial artists had to be on high alert and should not be underestimated.

at the same time.

Beneath the other nine arenas, the contestants who had already determined their victories all focused their attention on the number one arena.

"Let's see if this guy is all talk and no action. Does he really think he can overthrow his superiors?"

Meng Chuan and Ma Ziyan stood on opposite sides of the ring, but did not start fighting immediately, after all, they still had the bond of being "schoolmates".

He stood with his hands clasped in front of him and smiled:
"Xingyi School Five Elements Qiankun Fist, Senior Sister Ma, please give me your guidance."

Ma Ziyan stood gracefully, and also clasped her hands in greeting:
"Greetings, Junior Brother Meng. What I have learned is the Crane and Swallow Double Form [Soaring Feather Fist] of the Pictographic School."

I dare not offer guidance, but my junior brother is exceptionally talented; it's only a matter of time before his cultivation surpasses mine. I humbly request your instruction.

The Lingxu Jingyu Fist is also a renowned first-class imitative boxing style.

It is a standard modern martial art, but its power is no less than that of ancient martial arts.

It originated from a master of pictography at the Southwest Associated University who was obsessed with studying the habits of cranes and swallows.

Later, it incorporated the essence of several other schools, including the Bird Form Boxing of the Pictographic School, and was eventually improved and innovated.

The crane and swallow are two forms, combining the crane's agility and grace with the swallow's strength and swiftness.

Ma Ziyan believed she had figured out Meng Chuan's "weaknesses," and with her own advantage in qi and blood, she thought that if she played cautiously, winning wouldn't be a problem.

"You're too kind, please go ahead, senior sister."

Although Meng Chuan had never heard of this boxing style, in his mind, nothing else could compare to the Five Elements Universe Fist!
"You don't use weapons?"

Seeing that Meng Chuan's hands were empty, Ma Ziyan kindly reminded him.

"I'll use boxing gloves; I hope Senior Sister Ma will go easy on me with the whip."

As he finished speaking, a layer of blackness spread from his wrists, instantly enveloping his two fists.

Upon seeing this, Ma Ziyan clicked her tongue in amazement; she had never seen such "strange" boxing gloves before.

On the number one arena, Meng Chuan and Ma Ziyan faced off.

Since both were popular contestants, the backstage staff placed them in the very center of the big screen.

As the referee waved his hand, the two stepped forward simultaneously. Ma Ziyan, with her stronger qi and blood, took the initiative to attack.

Her feet moved like swallows skimming the water, making no sound as she leaped. The whip, with its crane-like supple strength, swept straight towards Meng Chuan's throat.

A mid-air smash!

As Meng Chuan lowered his waist and assumed a horse stance, he unleashed the [Spleen Earth - Mountain Collapse and Earth Shaking Fist] with a thunderous thud. The force of his fist penetrated three zhang into the arena, forcefully deflecting the whip's momentum by half an inch.

Ma Ziyan was astonished to learn that his reputation was truly well-deserved.

"This guy's strength is incredible!"

She swiftly turned and her crane-beak hand swooped down towards Meng Chuan's temple, but he blocked it with a single arm. The recoil from the [Rock Arm] made her fingertips go numb.

"Junior brother has such a strong physique."

Ma Ziyan instantly flipped backwards in mid-air, her swallow-shaped leg shadows pouring down like a torrential rain. Meng Chuan's energy circulated throughout his body as he attacked, defended, and blocked, his Hun Tian aura already stacked to eight layers, and the [Hun Tian Qi Domain] quietly activated.

Seeing that they could not break through Meng Chuan's defenses, the enemy noticed that Meng Chuan was gradually gathering an indescribable aura.

Ma Ziyan twisted her thumb backwards and shook the whip handle with her palm.

The thick, angular steel whip hidden behind him silently blended into the shadows of his legs, attacking without a sound!
Silent Whip!
That whip was truly vicious; if it had struck hard, it could have bent even a steel bar.

Meanwhile, even the martial arts referee standing nearby was worried for Meng Chuan.

"This kid has some kind of protective martial arts technique; he should be fine after taking a whip."

Zexi Water Mist quietly wrapped around the woman's ankle. When he sensed the impending danger, Meng Chuan suddenly changed his move.

Kidney water is stored in the body, and a breath of liver wood energy is drawn in to circulate and accumulate power in the fist!
The Entangling Fist tore through the mist, striking directly at the silent whip tip. With the [Dragon Bone] in hand, Meng Chuan had no worries. Like capturing a python in the waves, his iron hands and the black python intertwined and shifted.

This is the power of the Five Elements Fist: no matter what moves you make, I have a way to counter you!
Seeing that her technique had been exposed, Ma Ziyan remained calm, her feet hovering around her opponent as she continued to whip him. Meng Chuan's feet did not move an inch, and he used his soft fists to deflect the whip's attacks.

With the cracking of whips, everyone's hearts were in their throats.

In their view, Meng Chuan's behavior was like walking a tightrope.

If you're not careful, you might get whipped, and even being ripped open is an understatement.

The two were locked in fierce combat.

Meng Chuanyue became increasingly focused as he fought, his spine twisting like a dancing dragon, his punches thrusting like spears, each punch carrying more force than the last. Ma Ziyan frantically swung her long whip to block, each blow striking the whip and causing her hands to tremble.

Unexpectedly, Meng Chuan's [Penetrating Bone - Chaotic Breath] was quietly triggered. In the midst of the chaos of internal energy, his iron hand grabbed his weapon, and five finger marks were even pinched on the tip of the steel whip.

At the same time, Meng Chuan took a step to the left and twisted his waist, wrapping the long whip around his waist so that he could not move at all. His left fist was raised high, and it cut through the air with a sharp whistle.

"Well done! Good job!"

"With just a pair of iron fists, we'll charge forward without hesitation!"

On the stage, several knowledgeable martial arts spectators couldn't help but applaud and cheer upon seeing this scene.

Li Weigang was equally pleased, as it was the first time he had seen Meng Chuan display his boxing skills, which were no less impressive than his own hard skills.

He looked around with satisfaction and said:

"This kid is my student, right? He's already won, but he hasn't even shown his perfected Iron Shirt skill yet."

"No way, bro? This kid's a freak, isn't he? He's not even eighteen yet, and to have this kind of boxing skill and real combat talent is already rare enough, but he's a genius who cultivates both internal and external skills?"

The man clicked his tongue in amazement.

Returning our gaze to the arena, Meng Chuan felt an overwhelming sense of exhilaration.

But Ma Ziyan's back was soaked with sweat, as if she were in a sauna.

With the fist approaching within three feet and her weapon restricted, Ma Ziyan quickly assessed the situation and decided to abandon her whip and launch a full-scale attack.

Using the swallow-shaped footwork, he circled around to Meng Chuan's flank, dodging the heavy punch while simultaneously striking directly at his ribs with a crane-like hand.

Meng Chuan grinned exaggeratedly, completely caught up in the excitement.

"You've lost your weapons, how are you going to fight me?"

He neither dodged nor evaded; his crane-like hand pinned him to his ribs, yet not even a trace of white mark was left.

"Fuck!"

Ma Ziyan couldn't help but let out a delicate shout.

This is over 300 points of Qi and Blood, unleashed with full force to break through the surface from a single point.

How skilled must one be to achieve such mastery that they remain unscathed?
The two fought for a long time, with Ma Ziyan swarming around Meng Chuan like a mosquito, biting him relentlessly.

It didn't itch or hurt; I felt nothing at all.

Even ordinary viewers who don't understand the situation noticed something amiss at this moment.

"Is that guy cheating? He's impossible to hit."

boom!
Meng Chuan delivered another heavy punch.

Using the momentum of the Overlapping Waves and Shattering Rocks Fist, Ma Ziyan unleashed three layers of hidden force, causing her vision to go black as she was sent flying backwards three zhang like a kite with a broken string.

But then a sharp shout came from mid-air.

"drink!"

As expected of a martial artist from the Ninth Pass, his flying figure did a somersault in mid-air, and his legs, like beaks piercing the sky, went straight for Meng Chuan's head!
"A desperate struggle!" Meng Chuan suppressed his anger and fiercely met the attack with his Molten Core Flame Burst Fist.

After a long time, he had drawn upon the fire of his heart, and it was already perfectly ripe.

The scorching fist lunged at the opponent's legs, and the residual heat alone made the area around the arena almost suffocating.

boom--!
With a powerful roar, a clear dent appeared in Ma Ziyan's chest, and she was forced to her knees with a thud. Meng Chuan showed no mercy, taking the opportunity to step close to her face, his dark figure looming over her head.

"We won! Meng Chuan is amazing! He won nine out of eight! Who would believe that!"

Just as the audience thought the outcome was decided and were popping champagne for Meng Chuan.

Despite the pain, Ma Ziyan suddenly lunged upwards, her swallow-shaped thrust as fast as lightning, her right hand transforming into a two-finger Zen strike aimed directly at Meng Chuan's vitals!
clang!
The resounding clang of metal echoed throughout the hall, leaving everyone stunned.

In the audience, Zheng Zhenzhen and Meng Jiaolong both spit out their contempts.

"That woman is shameless!"

【Tama Iron Crotch Kung Fu】The Eternal God!
With his vital points attacked, Meng Chuanxin hardened his heart, suddenly exerted force with his legs, and clamped Ma Ziyan's hands tightly.

The right hand gathered a powerful, wave-shattering fist that suddenly exploded, and the five layers of tide marks shattered in response!

Boom-!
Ma Ziyan flew backwards and crashed straight into the protective air wall of the arena.

Meng Chuan flashed to his side, his fist pressed tightly against the other's neck.

"To admit defeat or not."

Ma Ziyan tilted her head back, her eyes bloodshot amidst her messy bangs.

"I concede defeat. You're amazing, truly living up to your reputation."

She truly hadn't expected a person to be so hard.
She accepted her defeat.

Meng Chuan clasped his hands in a fist salute, then turned and left.

There were no rules in the competition that forbade sneak attacks on that area, and he often attacked the chest relentlessly.

Luckily, I'm good at groin exercises, otherwise I would have really been in trouble.
A deafening roar of cheers erupted from the stands.

"Invincible! Conquered nine levels in eight, who else can stand against us!"

"He's too strong, too ruthless! I would call Meng Chuan the toughest man in Yong'an!"

The host was also thoroughly enjoying the show, and he shouted loudly:

"Student Meng Chuan is writing his own legend, defying nine passes with his eight-pass body, and his future is bright!"
This is the significance of holding this competition: to discover true martial arts superstars!

The audience's enthusiasm was reignited, and amidst the cheers, Meng Chuan could faintly hear some discordant voices.
"Iron-blooded Meng!"

"Steel Gun King!"

He focused his senses and tried to find it, eventually discovering Le Ping's figure in that area.

Hearing Le Ping holding up the Thunder King, he was still trying to get everyone to shout about it.

Meng Chuan blushed on the spot.

"You've really messed up Le Ping, you're fucking damn good!"

If I were to be given this derogatory title, I would never be able to hold my head up in Yong'an City again.

On the judges' panel, Luo Guanyun also heard someone address Meng Chuan in that way, and he laughed hysterically.

"Hahaha, I was just worried about this kid's martial arts title. How about 'Iron-Blooded Steel Spear - Meng Chuan'?"

Venerable Yin was equally delighted. After his initial excitement, he also became curious about this crotch technique.

Luo Guanyun was very perceptive:
“Venerable Yin, I’ll send you the electronic version. I have it here.”

"Okay, thanks then!"

In the distance, Meng Jiaolong was still cursing.

"You shameless slut!"

Zheng Zhenzhen suddenly realized that what the other person said made sense.

"It gave me quite a fright. Luckily, Meng Chuan is that... Steel Egg King, otherwise it would have been a disaster."

Meng Jiaolong asked suspiciously:

"Did I scare you? What's it to you?"

Zheng Zhenzhen put her hands on her hips and asked back:
"What does that have to do with you?"

In an instant, the two went from fighting an external conflict to fighting an internal one.

Next, Meng Chuan put aside these troublesome things and seriously studied the fighting styles of the remaining players.

Tomorrow will be the final battle for the top ten spots.

The competition consists of 25 winners from today's round and 5 winners from the afternoon's revival round.

In the upcoming qualifying rounds, winning two consecutive matches will secure a spot in the second stage and the two million martial arts fund.

If they fail along the way, they will fall into the losers' bracket, from which the remaining spots will be decided.

Ultimately, the top three teams will be selected to advance as seeded players in the Shaanxi region.

Meng Chuan didn't even dare to dream of being in the top three. Just the fact that Zheng Zhenzhen's brother and his "junior apprentice" Chen Jingyi were enough to give him a hard time was enough.

Meanwhile, Lin Yue, that unlucky kid, ran into his "junior apprentice".

Both are about speed. Chen Jingyi's Luan Xing form is a true inheritance of Luo Meng's teachings. Coupled with her overwhelming strength, Lin Yue was easily eliminated.

The number of martial artists eliminated from the nine trials has now reached ten.

Apart from Meng Chuan, who was sent away, the rest were all losers in the internal war of the nine passes.

Therefore, Lin Yue, Xu Qingfeng, and the others can basically give up on the afternoon's revival match.

As the morning's matches concluded, Meng Chuan retreated, lost in thought:

"As long as I don't run into the most powerful ones in a row, I'll be fine as long as I make it into the top ten."

Being a seeded player doesn't matter; there are no extra rewards. Everyone is equal in the top ten.

"I'll just try to come back and win in the second stage."

Meng Chuan is confident about this.

Once he entered the ninth level and completely narrowed the gap in his qi and blood, he was completely stunned.

He was wary of everyone, but he never imagined that everyone was also wary of him.

In her heart, Chen Jingyi held Meng Chuan in a very high regard.

In the path of martial arts, youth is only temporary; what matters is who can go the furthest.

The other party was able to pass nine tests before entering university, and will further cultivate their skills after entering the United University.

Isn't that right?
"The True Transmission of Martial Arts"

She felt a sense of absurdity; could it be that the Yong'an branch campus, established only a few years ago, was already going to break the main campus's monopoly on the [Martial Arts True Instruction]?
Thinking of this, she smiled and moved closer to Meng Chuan, greeting him softly:

"Xiao Meng~ () Hi!"

Upon seeing that it was this woman, Meng Chuan cupped his hands and smiled.

"Hello, Senior Sister Chen. My master is still waiting for me outside. Let's talk another day. I'll be going now."

"Okay, Xiao Meng, you can go now. Let's do it another day."

Chen Jingyi narrowed her eyes into slits as she watched the other person get into the Black Warrior car.

In the driver's seat was the "advisor" she had never seen before.

No, she has been seeing Luo Guanyun every day these past few days, but he doesn't seem to have given her a second glance.

"I guess my master never mentioned me to Master Luo either."

Chen Jingyi then realized that the conflict between Luo Meng and Luo Guanyun was much bigger than she had imagined.

"I can start with Meng Chuan, which will allow me to befriend the promising future of the [Martial Arts True Disciple],"
Being able to get closer to the advisor is always beneficial.

Logically speaking, she should be of one mind with Luo Meng and her master.

But these things were originally taught to her by Luo Meng.

Teaching by example: you have to earn what you want through your own efforts.

Meanwhile, at the Yong'an branch of the Northern United University, nestled deep in the Lishan Mountains.

Principal's office.

With no one around, Yang Huan relaxed and propped his legs up on the table, excitedly sharing the good news with his master.

Although he is now a venerable elder in his three-digit years.

But having been by Principal Sui's side for nearly a century, his teacher-student relationship with him has not been diminished in the slightest by age.

Master, I think I did a pretty good job at the Yong'an branch school; only eighteen people made it to the finals of the first stage.

Yan Hua, who was also in Yong'an, only had ten people advance, hahaha.

On the other end of the phone, Sui Chunqiu had just finished practicing his martial arts.

He said calmly:

Don't get too cocky; pride comes before a fall. Only securing a place in the second stage will be considered a minor success.

[Understood. By the way, Master, what exactly does the Great Chu want?]

Sui Chunqiu interrupted:

Don't overthink it; Wuhan University's status as a top-tier university remains unshaken. Moreover, this Supernova Tournament is entirely beneficial to Wuhan University students like us.

【understood. 】

Yang Huan nodded to himself, believing that with his mentor at the helm, the North Union University would only get better and better.

Afterwards, he told his mentor the names of several students, all of whom were key trainees at the Yong'an campus and were guaranteed to advance to the second stage.

Sui Chunqiu listened and nodded, until finally he heard a familiar name.

His own fans.
Are you talking about Meng Chuan? Wasn't he the Eight Passes?

He also practices martial arts himself, but recently he has also been having his secretary keep track of the competition situation in various regions across the country.

Especially in the southeastern coastal areas, apart from the first and second-class ordinary martial arts universities, almost all the other top-class martial arts universities have participants who are below level nine.

Even in the Shaanxi region of northern China, there were still as many as twenty or thirty contestants in the nine rounds.

Even martial arts competitions should be based on reason. Meng Chuan has no reason to compete with these masters of the Nine Gates.

Yang Huan straightened up as soon as Meng Chuan was mentioned.

After he sat up straight, he explained:

Master, Meng Chuan defeated one of our university students, a top-level student, in today's competition. It was an easy victory for him.

I'll send you the video first, you can take a look.

According to the video footage transmitted from the scene.

Except for Ma Ziyan's final sneak attack on a vital spot, which Meng Chuan overlooked, he won the entire match with overwhelming force.

After watching the video, Sui Chunqiu asked:

He's really good at fighting, he's got a lot of strength, and he's quite skilled in the Five Elements Fist.

By the way, Yang Huan, how long has Meng Chuan been at the Eight Passes?

Yang Huan pondered for a moment, then said uncertainly:

[It seems like about two months? I'm not entirely sure, it could be earlier, definitely sooner.]

On the other end of the phone, Sui Chunqiu became a little curious.

He's already this good at fighting after just entering the eighth level, damn it, he can fight through the ninth level?
Rare indeed, truly rare.

He continued:
Do you have Meng Chuan's personal information? Send it to me.

Yes, please wait a moment, Master.

Yang Huan did as instructed. He had already collected all of Meng Chuan's information when he wanted to leave him at the United Nations University, and now he could simply pass it on to his master.

Five long minutes passed as Yang Huan patiently waited for his master's reply.

He thought to himself:
"If Master allows Meng Chuan to study at the main campus, I will fight for it no matter what."

We're still waiting for Meng Chuan to bring glory to the Yong'an branch. The main campus has many geniuses; Master shouldn't be short of one more, right?

(Free P.S.: I will try to avoid combining the two chapters into one large chapter in the future, unless it is impossible to separate them.)
Sorry it got stuck in the review process; I had to revise it for ages before I could finally post it...

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