With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 193 Flesh Monster, Tiger-Headed Spear (3k)

With so many contestants, Meng Chuan felt it wouldn't be his turn to take the stage anytime soon.

So he stood still to the side, practicing stances whenever he had time.

Meanwhile, the first round of match-ups began to be drawn on the big screen.

The names of the two opposing teams spin rapidly on both sides of the screen.

"Click."

The left side froze, and Meng Chuan was a little surprised; he hadn't expected him to be the first one to go up.

"God Meng!"

"Meng Shen is invincible, his external martial arts are invincible!"

"I started practicing my internal strength last night too. Cultivating both internal and external skills is the only way to a successful life!"

Unbeknownst to many, Meng Chuan also sparked a craze for hard kung fu.

But who knows how many people will be able to keep practicing after the tide recedes.

The contestant on the right froze in his mind's eye; he was one of the people he least wanted to encounter.

That's the goldsmith who wields a spear.

At this moment, the host excitedly said:

"Please welcome our first match's two players to the stage: Meng Chuan and Huo Yonglin!"
Today's first match is an internal battle between Xingyi (形意) and other schools of thought. Let's see whether the combination of all five elements is stronger, or whether the single element of metal will prevail!

As the two entered the venue, the atmosphere among the audience also became very enthusiastic.

"Huo Yonglin is invincible! His golden spear is invincible!"

"A goldsmith wielding a mighty spear, who can rival him!"

Amidst the cheers of the audience, Huo Yonglin strode confidently onto the ring, carrying a large spear.

The weapon he held was a tiger-headed spear. The gilded tiger-headed spear was majestic, with the sharp blade in the tiger's mouth flashing coldly, and the eyes inlaid with bright and dazzling pearls.

The slender, gold-plated steel spearhead gleamed with a cold light, and the crimson tassel, like a raging fire, danced with the spear, exuding a majestic aura!
Its slender figure, coupled with this dazzling spear, truly exudes an imposing aura.

Aside from the military, ordinary people rarely practice using guns.

"A month with a stick, a year with a knife, a lifetime with a spear"—this kind of weapon places extremely high demands on the user's overall abilities.

The gun has a long barrel, and its attack requires precise point of force and skillful spear techniques. It requires good body coordination and control. Moreover, the situation in actual combat is unpredictable. To master it and be able to control it at will is not something that can be achieved overnight.

Huo Yonglin comes from the Huo family of Chencang.

The Huo family is a top-tier family skilled in marksmanship, and the current patriarch is an invincible master of the art of the spear.

A single dragon spear annihilates ten thousand demons, [Lone Beacon Illuminates the Night - Huo Ting]!
This person is also a top expert among the Venerables. He was once defeated by Principal Yin, the number one player in the Peak Tournament, at the Tianshan Martial Arts Competition.

Huo Yonglin was his youngest son. Huo Zunzhe had another son at the age of 100, so he naturally took good care of him and nurtured him with all his might, personally teaching him all the Huo family's spear techniques.

Huo Yonglin stood calmly on the ring, casually glancing at his opponent.

He wasn't too concerned about the eight rounds; his goal was to compete with the strongest players for the seeded players.

"Meng Chuan! Meng Shen!"

"An iron fist paves the way to invincibility. What good is being good with a gun? True skill comes from fists and feet!"

"Exactly, no matter how good that tiger-headed spear is, it's not as powerful as Meng Shen's iron spear."

"That makes sense, Meng Chuan is still more capable."

Just thinking about the sound of metal clashing is enough to impress any of Huo Yonglin's fans.

At this time, the number of viewers watching the live broadcast of the Shaanxi competition across the country had reached tens of millions.

Almost every household in Yong'an turned on their television to watch this top-level battle, hoping that Meng Chuan could create another miracle.

Meng Chuan walked step by step onto the arena. He took a deep breath, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said:

"Meng Chuan is a disciple of Luo Guanyun, the master of Qian Yuan Lei Dong."

Huo Yonglin's gaze was sharp as a knife. He stared at his opponent, who was more than two years younger than him, and slowly said:
"Huo Yonglin is a disciple of Huo Ting, the Lone Beacon Illuminating the Night!"

Regardless, the fact that Meng Chuan was able to fight his way through eight passes to reach him was enough to prove his talent and potential.

He thought to himself:
"It's a pity he's too young. He should go back and practice more."

While the host was still introducing the two people on stage, Meng Chuan took the opportunity to quickly adjust his physical condition.

"Fortunately, it's not a long-term opponent, but we'll have to fight tooth and nail this time."

Since the start of the competition, he hasn't fully unleashed all his hard skills, but this time he must go all out.

Even as the tiger-headed spear touched the ground, Meng Chuan could feel its unparalleled sharpness, as if he had been pierced through to the core.

The referee was also on high alert, as the safety of the competitors was paramount in this dangerous situation.

Luo Guanyun stood below the stage, arms crossed, his gaze fixed on his disciple. He could lose, but he couldn't afford to be seriously injured.

If anything happened, he would stop the match immediately. As the arena quieted down, Huo Yonglin twirled his gun in his right hand, exuding a sharp and imposing aura.

In just a moment, with a single breath, all the vital energy of the lungs in the entire arena returned to him!
Meng Chuan's fists were once again covered in black. In the audience, Xue Na didn't understand any of this; she only knew that her nephew was going to use his hands to fight against the sharp-edged spearman.

"May the Bodhisattva protect us, Meng Chuan must be safe!"

She prayed silently in her heart.

With the gun pointed menacingly, Meng Chuan quietly activated his internal energy cultivation technique.

His muscles were taut and knotted like rocks, the fascia connecting each muscle bulging, completely tearing his shirt apart. Streams of air gushed out from his mysterious acupoints, then swirled around his body, transforming into an invisible armor that covered him.

Watching this scene, Huo Yonglin remained composed.

If you're unarmed, this kind of physical monster is indeed difficult to deal with, but with a gun in hand, nothing is insurmountable.

"A big gun is hard to handle, be careful."

As soon as the other party finished speaking, Meng Chuan pushed off the ground and rushed out, eager to fight the long weapon. Close combat was the first priority!
Huo Yonglin's eyes sharpened, and he gripped the gun barrel tightly with both hands, one in front of the other. He wielded the Gengjin spear with the agility of a swallow, and crashed straight into the oncoming shockwave.

Meng Chuan twisted his waist to dodge the shot, but the invisible sharpness attached to the spearhead made his waist ache. He raised his arm and reached back to press down on the spear and take it away!

Unexpectedly, the spear trembled instantly. Huo Yonglin gripped the spear in reverse, twisted the shaft with his waist, and pulled it like a living bow, then slammed it towards Meng Chuan's hand.

"Try taking one, you try!"

With nearly 400 points of Qi and Blood added, the spear, like a drawn bow, burst forth with a piercing buzzing sound, ruthlessly striking towards those two large hands.

Meng Chuan did not back down at all. He could not waste the hard-won opportunity to get close. He spread his hands wide like a pair of black dragon heads and fiercely bit down at the gun shaft!

bass--!
Upon impact, Meng Chuan's body traced a semi-circle, nearly being sent flying.

"Caught."

Then, Meng Chuan exerted all his strength and pulled back sharply, trying to disarm the long spear!
The Huo family has made its name with guns, so naturally they would have countermeasures in case their guns were taken away.

He locked the gun in place with one hand, pulled up with his other hand to form an elbow, flicked it upwards, and then slammed it down heavily!

Om-!
The gun was long, and the enormous recoil force was transmitted to Meng Chuan's hands, instantly sending him flying.

Meng Chuan retreated rapidly, his feet digging into the ground. Huo Yonglin's movements were fluid and continuous. As Meng Chuan retreated, the spearhead emitted several sharp, teeth-grinding whistles. Under the shadow of the spear, Meng Chuan was like a withered leaf swaying in the wind and rain, constantly being forced into a corner by the massive spearhead, with no power to fight back.

Meng Chuan remained calm, searching for an opportunity. Although he hadn't been shot yet, streaks of blood had already appeared all over his body. This was the power of his Huo family's ancestral Xingyi Metal Fist technique, the [Acquired Invisible Sword Qi], attached to the spear.

The distance between the two is now perfect for the one wielding the big gun. If Meng Chuan wants to break through the gun formation and charge in front of him, he will face the risk of being stabbed three times and pierced six times!
Huo Yonglin smiled slightly, as if the scales of victory had already tipped heavily in his favor.

He kept striking with his spear, and although he didn't hit Meng Chuan's body, he quickly dispersed the yellowish-brown mist around him.

His eyes narrowed, and the crimson spear tassel mixed with the golden tiger-head spear shadow unleashed a violent torrent!

Exaggerated sonic booms rang out one after another. Meng Chuan dodged left and right, but was forced to leave nowhere to hide by the blinding golden light.

The chilling killing intent emanating from the spearhead was like a death prayer, and the crimson-golden glint sent shivers down Meng Chuan's spine.

Unexpectedly, Huo Yonglin also comprehended the will to kill!
Meng Chuan remained stern and unwavering in his resolve, focusing intently on dodging the spear's edge. The whistling sound of the wind swept past his ears as Meng Chuan calculated the opportune moment in his mind.

"about there."

Huo Yonglin gripped the gun, glanced suddenly, and with a swift movement, plunged the gun tip into his chest!

The sound came like a deflated balloon, and Huo Yonglin knew in his heart that something was wrong!
But Meng Chuan's figure vanished from his spot. He spun around and flicked his wrist, and his tiger-headed spear transformed into nine illusory and real spear shadows. Each spear shadow was wrapped in incomparably sharp sword energy, stirring the surrounding air into a death vortex.

Huo Family Spear Technique – Spear Piercing Five Sacred Mountains!
Huo Yonglin knew that Meng Chuan's goal was to get close, but he would never give him the chance. The spear was sharp, and trying to show off his recklessness would only be self-deception!
Meng Chuan pressed his tongue against his teeth, trying to find a gap in the thick halo of gunfire, but Huo Yonglin's gun formation was impregnable, without the slightest flaw.

Fortunately, the roles on the court have now reversed, and it's our turn to take the initiative in attack.

"enough"

The next second, Meng Chuanti mustered his courage and suddenly exerted force in his lower abdomen. He swung his upper arm, and his black iron fist collided fiercely with the gilded spearhead!

clang--!
The spearhead was forcefully knocked half an inch off course, but the shaft's immense power, mixed with sharp sword energy, struck straight at Meng Chuan's core. Instantly, Meng Chuan felt a sharp, tearing pain erupt from his right arm.

Fortunately, it held up!

The next moment, before Huo Yonglin's joy could freeze, Meng Chuan charged forward with a breath, his physical strength at its peak, the thick white smoke he kicked up obscuring his vision.

"Ha, the courage of a fool."

The crudest illusion was completely ineffective to Jiu Guan's perception; he controlled the gun with his mind, not his eyes.

Huo Yonglin despised this kind of person from the bottom of his heart, who didn't value his own life!

He bared his teeth, pressed his right thumb firmly against the gun barrel, and his surging blood and qi instantly filled his left arm. He unleashed his maximum arm strength and yanked forward. In an instant, the tiger-head blade transformed into a golden-red meteor.

"Refreshingly cool"

The clouds were forced to scatter and fall by the blow. Huo Yonglin tightened the pole, preparing to hoist the heavy object at the top high.

The pole bent into a crescent moon, but it was still too heavy to lift. So he stretched out his arm and pushed the pole forward, and it felt great to get it right through his chest!

laugh--!
Drops of blood were falling from the clouds.

When the storm had completely dissipated, all that could be seen was bronze skin gleaming with a cold, metallic light, and heavy breathing, like the howling of a furnace, booming in his ears.

(End of this chapter)