With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 210 Depicting a Tiger in Portrait Style, Fighting Japanese Pirates on the Riverbank! (3k)

Upon hearing this, Xu Qingfeng was truly "overjoyed and furious," and began to roll around in agony on his dormitory bed.

Due to various reasons, the competition for the Grandmaster Class this year was extremely fierce, and he originally thought he had it in the bag.

But there's the issue of the "Nine-Level Genius" coming to the Yong'an campus, and the reduction in enrollment for the Master Class this year.

Such messages, whether true or false, made him increasingly panicked.

"Senior Meng, I hope you will mentor and guide me in the future. If you don't mind, I would like to become your disciple."

Meng Chuan hung up the phone immediately, thinking that listening to Xu Qingfeng ramble on was a complete waste of time.

After informing Meng Yiyi, Principal Zong, and other close relatives about the exemption from the exam, he...

Meng Chuan prepared to try out the spirit outlining method he had learned today.

Principal Yang Huan explained it in a simple and easy-to-understand way, and he almost understood it.

Immerse yourself in the spirit, and the rise and fall of the Yaksha's Sea-Exploring moves play in your mind like a movie on repeat.

next moment.

As the figure exerting force gradually became clearer in his mind, Meng Chuan intensified his visualization of the details of the move.

Only the back view of that person remained, yet he stood as majestic as a high mountain.

In a daze, Meng Chuan felt as if he had entered an era of war and smoke.

His figure followed the figure in the bright red python robe ahead, standing at the very front of the battle formation.

The smoke of battle swirled all around, and Meng Chuan followed the brave and unparalleled soldiers of Qi Jiguang's army to fight against the Japanese pirates along the narrow coastline.

Thin icicles formed on the riverbank, and warhorses shook their heads and neighed. The Japanese pirates who had crossed the river by boat were numerous and stretched as far as the eye could see.

The next moment, the two armies charged into battle, the Huo banner towering high in the setting sun, the afterglow like blood.

"kill!"

Meng Chuan followed the main force from the coast into the shallows, and then moved from the shallows to outflank the enemy.

A profound understanding arises between life and death. Qi Jiguang's Thirty-Two Styles of Long Fist is invincible in war. It's not just this one style, "Yaksha Probing the Sea," but the entire set of fist techniques seems to be imprinted in one's heart.

Meng Chuan went from being awkward at the beginning to becoming lively and natural.

Every move in the entire set of boxing techniques was a killing skill. As the war continued, countless lives were lost under Meng Chuanquan's fist.

A chill seeped into my bones, and a thick fog, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, began to rise.

Meng Chuan focused intently on commanding the charge, completely oblivious to whether his clothes were stained with blood or tears.

A massive spear thrust at him from behind. He twisted his body to block it, his left arm bracing against the Japanese pirate's opening, while his right palm, shaped like a knife, slammed down heavily on the pirate's cervical spine.

"Click."

With a burst of punches, Meng Chuan charged into the crowd, smashing the bellies of two Japanese pirates with both hands, scattering red and white matter all over the ground.

After three charges in and out, the last enemy general's face was finally pierced through. Meng Chuan stood there, blood and flesh splattering across the riverbank.

The mighty river surged, the fog grew thicker and thicker, and Meng Chuan gradually lost the ability to distinguish friend from foe, until there was no one in sight.

Just when I was feeling lost, I suddenly felt as if I had been transported to another world.

The next instant, the earth before him was swallowed by darkness, and the stinging pain in his mind pulled him back to reality.

When Meng Chuan came to his senses, his head was throbbing violently.

"Principal Yang didn't mention this spiritual concept, yet the whole thing is so grand."

It took him a while to come to his senses.

Everything we just experienced was, as Principal Yang said, a manifestation of the spirit of Qi Jiguang's Thirty-Two Forms of Long Fist.

However, the benefits are indeed significant; to truly capture the essence of a tiger in a painting, one must experience it firsthand.

Meng Chuan felt that he had probably truly mastered the Yaksha Probing the Sea technique.

However, he is currently unable to experience the Qi-absorbing process due to his depleted spiritual energy.

"There are thirty-two variations in boxing, but I have sought only one method."

He looked in his mind, but there were no new boxing techniques recorded on the panel.

Meng Chuan secretly regretted that the increasingly thick fog must have been a sign that his spiritual energy was running out.

"If my mental strength were stronger, and I could stay longer, I might actually have been able to comprehend the entire set of fist techniques. Alas."

The entire set of boxing techniques is a standard, top-tier ancient martial art of the Xingyi school.

If one could suddenly grasp the essence and experience a surge in proficiency, it would truly be a huge win.

I wonder if I'll have a chance to return to that battlefield once my mental strength recovers.

It's hard to go back now, after all, this situation is quite different from what Principal Yang said, or perhaps it's a kind of epiphany.

But the entire routine of Qi Changquan is now imprinted in my mind; I just need to practice it diligently.

Meng Chuan thought to himself:

"During the Battle of Taihang, when facing weaker opponents, we can try this boxing technique more often."

This imagery also teaches him a lesson:
"These kinds of ancient martial arts can be better mastered in actual combat, just like the smoke-filled battlefield on the riverbank."

Coming to his senses, Meng Chuan realized his weaknesses were becoming increasingly crucial.

The weakness in mental strength was not very noticeable when I first started practicing martial arts.

Having reached this level, Meng Chuan discovered that the uses of spiritual power were becoming increasingly widespread, and a sense of crisis gradually arose in his heart.

"The sooner this problem is resolved, the better, otherwise it may become a major problem."

Meng Chuan remained calm, just as he had discussed with Master Luo that night. The [Primordial Spirit Thunder Seed Technique] was the [miracle cure] for his illness.

After thinking it through, he sat cross-legged and began practicing Dragon Meditation.

After calming down, Meng Chuan seized the opportunity and jumped out of the window to practice Qi Jiguang's long fist technique.

As it turns out, a single, permanent proof is useless against this mental image.

Many of his boxing techniques were lost after he withdrew from the sport, but Meng Chuan was still able to use his own martial arts principles to barely make them coherent.

Although the movements were a bit awkward, they were captivating enough!
The imagined enemy Japanese soldiers stood before me on horseback, their blue manes and hooves flying high.

Meng Chuan strode forward, leaping high into the air and becoming covered in flames, making him extremely conspicuous in the night.

The inner fire flowed smoothly, gradually spreading throughout his body with the force of his fist. Boom—!
Yaksha explores the sea!

The surging red tide was like a thunderclap from a clear sky, and Meng Chuan's face showed joy amidst the light and shadow.

"It's done!"

While he still had enough mental energy, Meng Chuan continued his training.

He was surrounded by red light, and his Heartfire Fist technique was like an unkillable weed, growing wildly under the cover of night.

Time flew by, and before we knew it, more than an hour had passed.

In the distance, Luo Guanyun, who had been back for a long time, kept watching his apprentice "dance in the night".

"Chuan'er is truly talented; he was able to comprehend the description that very night."

"Sigh...Should I really teach him thunder magic?"

Few people learn the techniques of boxing nowadays, but it was a very famous training method in the old days.

Even talented individuals need to practice diligently, seize the right time, place, and people, and rely on luck to have a chance to succeed.

Even if one achieves success on the first try, it is only possible with exceptional insight.

Luo Guanyun continued to watch from afar, thoroughly enjoying his apprentice's boxing performance.

He had intended to have a long, heartfelt conversation with his student tonight, just as Principal Yang had suggested.

However, seeing this scene before him, he, who had just calmed down, once again had second thoughts.

"Let's wait a bit longer. Chuan'er is about to go to a competition. Don't let this distract you. We'll talk about it when he gets back."

Meng Chuan was practicing Benlei Sanshou (a type of martial art), and his movements were so precise and methodical, just like his younger self.

As Luo Guanyun watched, a motherly smile appeared on her face.

He was originally a heartless person, but now he seemed somewhat indecisive.
This is a good thing. Since he met Meng Chuan, his family has been harmonious and full of happy events, and he is very satisfied.

Luo Guanyun thought to himself, "I only hope it's not a fleeting moment, but a continuous journey from dawn till dusk."

In the distance, Meng Chuanzheng, having enjoyed the fight, was unable to maintain his Qi-absorbing technique due to his mental strength, and immediately switched to the second-rate metal [Kongtong Long Fist].

Second-rate boxing doesn't require absorbing qi; relying on his powerful physique, Meng Chuan had plenty of strength and continued fighting for another two hours without stopping.

In the distance, Luo Guanyun stood like a statue, watching his apprentice's performance in the pitch-black night.

"Ah, that feels great."

The notification sound in his mind interrupted him, and he realized that it was already 1 a.m.

Stopping in his tracks, Meng Chuan looked at the control panel.

[Kongtong Long Fist: Beginner (89%) → Proficient (8%)]

But this boxing style, which was not practiced often, had already broken through a level in just two hours.

"Yes, while I was practicing, I had many new ideas in my mind, which I incorporated into my boxing practice."

As expected, progress in martial arts will also increase my efficiency in grinding proficiency.

Meng Chuan nodded to himself. He knew that the root of everything he had now was the various qualities brought about by his persistence and breaking through limitations.

Therefore, the importance of martial arts theory is self-evident.

Meng Chuan even has the idea of ​​becoming an "academic martial arts master" in the future.

When it's time to take action, then suddenly rip open the white coat.

"My fists, Professor Meng's, are not without their weaknesses."

Lost in thought, Meng Chuan was about to go back to sleep when he noticed his master quietly standing behind him.

"That's a good long fist routine. Who taught you?"

"Professor Lu Zhuxiao from the United University, Master, why aren't you asleep yet at this late hour?"

Meng Chuan asked in confusion.

Luo Guanyun laughed it off:

"I got a scolding from your advisor, so I couldn't sleep and came out for a walk."

Meng Chuan felt ashamed. Principal Yang looked young on the surface, but in reality, he was over a hundred years old.

The two also had a teacher-student relationship, so it was indeed unreasonable for the two to criticize their master.

Luo Guanyun continued:
"Okay, you go back to sleep, I'll go to sleep early too."

Tomorrow I plan to get up early to practice that Qi-cultivating and armor-clad technique. You should get up early too, and check if Master's movements for absorbing the purple energy are correct.

"it is good!"

Meng Chuan was overjoyed; his master had finally "got it"!

Three days later.

Meng Chuan adjusted the sunglasses on his nose and smiled:

“Master, it seems that every one of these people from Wu’an has some kind of skill.”

Luo Guanyun nodded, his sunglasses reflecting sunlight.

"Of course, Chuan'er, you should know that Ji was formerly known as Zhili, which meant that it was directly subordinate to the central government."

This area has always been a strategic point in Guanzhong, with frequent battles in peacetime, naturally fostering a strong martial spirit.

Today, the Taihang Mountains are riddled with demonic lairs, and the military and branch campuses of the Martial Arts University are widely stationed nearby, further contributing to the flourishing of martial arts culture in the area.

Wu'an City is located in the southernmost part of Hebei Province, on the eastern foothills of the southern section of the Taihang Mountains. Its overall terrain is in the shape of three steps, surrounded by numerous peaks and valleys, giving it a geothermal feel.

The sunlight in Wu'an City was already scorching in July, so the master and apprentice wore sunglasses to shield themselves from the sun.

The two had arrived at Matou Airport, the closest airport to Wu'an, just half an hour earlier.

Later, Luo Guanyun got into a good mood and took his apprentices on a trip.

They flew directly to the outskirts of Wu'an City and only saw this scene after landing.

Meng Chuan felt good about the flight just now; apart from feeling a little dizzy, everything else went smoothly.

(End of this chapter)