With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 213 A Humble Monk by Nature, Believing in Miracles! (3k)

As for the second seed, Lao Lu believes it will be taken by Master Jueming from the Shaolin Temple of Songshan, the "ancestral home of Zen Buddhism".

He possessed the Buddhist secret martial art of Ananda's Golden Body, and during the preliminary rounds, no one could break through his defense.

Old Lu boldly speculated that he must have cultivated to the point of great success or even perfection.

As the blogger spoke, he played a recording of Jueming Xiaoseng's match.

Meng Chuan immediately deduced that the young monk's secret martial arts technique was not only not at its peak, but had definitely reached its perfect level.

Because, like its own purple armor, it possesses powerful and deadly techniques!
It was also something he later heard Li Weigang talk about regarding "the true body of external training".

On the phone screen, the young monk Jueming was radiating golden light, even his bald head was shining brightly.

The golden light effect covering his entire body was his true form, similar to his purple armor.

He continued watching the video. Jue Ming stood there with his eyes lowered and his hands clasped together, neither dodging nor flinching. He endured more than a dozen knife wounds without sustaining any injury.

Finally, seizing the opportunity, he punched his opponent, sending him flying from the ring to the audience dozens of meters away.

"That's just how this little monk is."

Meng Chuan was looking forward to a fight with him. This little bald guy was also fighting with a pair of boxing gloves, which suited his style.

We'll see then whether cultivating inner strength and donning armor is stronger, or whether the secret Buddhist martial arts are stronger.

Meng Chuan became interested and continued reading the other party's explanation.

Will Wang Ye from Wudang come in third?

He sensed that Master Zhao's beloved disciple was also quite strong. When he stood in front of him, his aura was as calm as still water, and he could not detect the slightest danger.

This is the root of the problem; Meng Chuan's perception ability has never been weak.

Taoism emphasizes "returning one's gaze and listening inwardly, dispelling desires and purifying the mind."

Wang Ye is a master of this art. His ability to reach such a level proves the depth of his skills, which is not just for show.

The scene shifts, and the answer is completely different from Meng Chuan's conjecture.

He underestimated the talents of the North and forgot about his future senior.

In the blogger's subsequent predictions, Wang Ye didn't even make it into the top six.

[Third place goes to Xu Nuo, a student from the main campus of the North United University, who came from deep in the northern heartland!]
He swept through the competition, dominating the entire preliminary round. His mastery of the Wolf Formation technique was so profound that even Old Lu suspected he was about to become a martial artist.

Meanwhile, Xu Nuo also possessed a demon-subduing sword. Old Lu was unsure of its material, and out of caution, placed it behind the "Indestructible" young master Jue Ming.

Meng Chuan nodded, and the second stage was even more impressive, with a gathering of outstanding talents.

After a long time, I finally saw someone using the same [Demon-Slaying Weapon] as me, and he was even a senior from Beilian University.

"I wonder how sharp his blade is, and whether it can break through my defenses."

Continuing down the list, Wang Ye was ranked eighth. As the sole representative of Wudang in the Northern Division, it was rather embarrassing for him.

However, Wudang's main base is located in the south-central part of the Great Chu, and most of its top experts also participated in the southern regional preliminary rounds, where they were fiercely competing with the Tianshi Mansion of Longhu Mountain.

As for the final tenth place, Lao Lu considered it for a long time, and decided to give the last spot to Meng Chuan, the only player in the entire region to have completed eight rounds.

Those who watched Meng Chuan's final match in the preliminary rounds against Huo Jia's Tiger Head Golden Spear will know that this young man's strength cannot be judged by his qi and blood.

With top-notch Xingyi Quan skills, exceptional fighting talent, and a formidable physique, I choose to continue believing in miracles!

Meanwhile, Lao Lu had a premonition that Meng Chuan should now be at the ninth level of cultivation, and we could look forward to seeing how he performed.

The final frame of the video shows him about to punch Fok Wing-lun, floating above Fok's head on a ladder.

His terrifying muscles and ferocious smile make him look nothing like a good person.
The next morning, my cousin Meng Yiyi arrived at the hotel.

Meng Chuan was practicing martial arts in the training room when he heard a knock on the door. After evaporating the sweat from his body, he went out to open the door.

"You're here early, sis."

Seeing that Meng Chuan was wearing a short-sleeved training uniform, Meng Yiyi knew that he had just been practicing boxing, so she asked with concern:

"Practicing boxing so early in the morning, that must be really hard work."

Meng Chuan laughed:

"I have a competition tomorrow, so I need to hurry."

"Keep it up! I asked my mentor for a few days off just to come watch your competition."

"Okay, why don't you book a room here? It'll save you the trouble of going back and forth. I'll even reimburse you for the entrance fee."

In addition to the 20 million yuan prize money for the second stage, Hanhai Company will also pay him 20 million yuan in subsidies if he becomes the number one seed.

In Meng Chuan's mind, putting aside the 15 million for the final round, the total of 40 million was practically already in his pocket.

Meng Yiyi's expenses are at most tens of thousands, which he, as her younger brother, can afford.

"Well, you've really made something of yourself now. You don't know my boyfriend, Yu Kaidong, he talks about you all the time."

Afterwards, Meng Yiyi pulled Meng Chuan aside and started talking about her days doing scientific research on the mountain.

Meng Chuan's expression was solemn. Just hearing it made him feel that it was indeed quite dangerous. He should try to persuade Meng Yiyi.

He told her about the "Whispers of the Mountains" statue. Meng Yiyi hesitated for a moment, but finally made up her mind.

"Okay, little brother, you're right. I'll apply to my advisor to return to school in a few days. I'll just have to give up my credits."

Without much effort, Meng Yiyi's main point was to listen to advice.

Because Meng Yongzhi and Xue Na had told her long ago that her younger brother was now the pillar of the family, and that she should listen to him in any way. Afterwards, Meng Chuan took out the protective suit and told her to take it with her for self-defense.

I don't need it myself right now, and my teacher's wife has agreed, so giving it to my older sister to wear is a way of making the best use of it.

For non-martial artists like Meng Yiyi, who wish to possess this special type of protective clothing, all they need to do is report its intended use to the local management department.

After teaching Meng Yiyi how to use it, Meng Chuan called the front desk and booked another room so that Meng Yiyi could watch the games in the following days.

After registering the information, Meng Yiyi returned and asked:
"Will you practice your boxing this afternoon, or should I take you for a stroll? I know Wu'an City very well; I often come down to play when I'm not on the mountain."

"Forget it, I'll just have to practice a little more at the last minute."

Tomorrow is the opening match, so I need to find my rhythm today. It would be so embarrassing if I had a disastrous performance.

Meng Yiyi felt both helpless and gratified; her younger brother remained unchanged in his martial arts obsession.

"Alright, I'll go back to my room to rest now. I got up too early this morning. I really admire you martial artists, getting up at the crack of dawn every day."

I'll come and call you for dinner tonight; the barbecue place at the street corner is really good.

"Okay, I'll invite my master along."

The next morning.

Taihang Zhenlong Martial Arts Competition Center.

This is the first provincial-level martial arts competition center built since the founding of the Great Chu Kingdom.

The building's exterior features flying eaves and brackets, with blue bricks and gray tiles, exuding a simple yet majestic atmosphere and showcasing the charm of traditional martial arts.

Meng Chuan felt that this kind of antique-style architecture had more character. Although Yong'an's Wujing Center had a strong sense of technology, it was indeed lacking in the same quality.

Meng Yiyi could only enter the venue with the audience after 9:00 AM, while Meng Chuan and Luo Guanyun went to the backstage area of ​​the venue first.

As he passed the front field, Meng Chuan glanced at it a few times; its layout was exactly the same as that of the martial arts competition center in his hometown of Yong'an.

The second stage of the competition has a total of 100 participants, all of whom are young elites from various provinces in the north, who have gathered at Taihang Zhenlong today.

Apart from the three seeded players from each province, the remaining seventy players will all be present for the competition on the first day.

After collecting his race number and the competition jersey with the words "Sanqin" printed on the back, Meng Chuan went to the backcourt to wait for a rest.

This time the number isn't 6, it's 66.
Meng Chuan felt absurd, truly feeling that the world was full of metaphysics, and not just number plates.

And then there's the admiring aura that always surrounds me when I make progress in my Western Regions martial arts.
There are too many secrets in this world, and I am far from being able to uncover them with my own abilities.

"But one day, I will reveal them one by one."

Meng Chuan is confident, but the most important thing now is for him to get on stage and compete.
Coming to his senses, he realized he still had countless problems to solve.

The safety of family members, the drawbacks of the Thunder Magic, the revenge of the opposing Sword Star, and even the destruction of the Demonic Path and the overthrow of the Demon Nest.

Exploring the world is something I'll think about after I retire.
Meng Chuan had good luck in his first match, as his opponent was about the same strength as Lei Yuantian.

As the tenth strongest contender recognized by the top blogger, and the only one to pass the "eighth test," he has already accumulated some fans from other regions.

Amidst the cheers of the crowd, Meng used a somewhat imperfect set of Qi Jiguang's Long Fist to exchange a hundred or so blows with his opponent, knocking him off the stage.

Far away at the United University branch campus in Yong'an, Meng Jiaolong and others gathered together to watch Meng Chuan's competition.

Xu Qingfeng said speechlessly:

"Damn, Lao Meng is such a good actor; he's really good at practicing his boxing during competitions."

Meng Jiaolong narrowed her eyes, looking at Xu Qingfeng with disdain:
"Meng Chuanren is skilled and daring, unlike you, who is just a simple, unremarkable person!"

"You can justify practicing with someone of the same skill level on the ring? You wouldn't happen to have a crush on Meng Chuan, would you?"

"You bullshit!"

Meng Jiaolong's cheeks were rosy, like peach blossoms blooming in early February.

After the match, Meng Chuan listened to his mentor's instructions.

"You need to manage the subsequent matches yourself. Sometimes your perception can deceive you, so try not to use your opponent as practice."

Your mentor knows your abilities better than anyone. Play steadily and you should have no problem securing a seeded spot.

Meng Chuan nodded in understanding. He decided it was best to be cautious and listen to his master. He was confident that he would win the 50-to-25 match tomorrow.

After his apprentice finished his match, Luo Guanyun left first, while Meng Chuan ran to the audience to watch the match with his older sister.

When Meng Yiyi saw Meng Chuanlai, she proudly introduced him to her labmates.

She then praised:

"That was a really great play. I felt like you completely crushed your opponent, Meng. No wonder you were so confident yesterday, hahaha."

Meng Chuan joked:
"It won't be so easy after that. Most of the players are quite strong. Sis, you need to buy me some medicine for my injuries first."

Upon hearing Meng Chuan's words, Meng Yiyi's mood suddenly became somewhat depressed.

She had originally intended to persuade her brother to act within his means, but then she thought of the 20 million yuan prize money for the competition.
She sighed and said:

"I won't try to persuade you anymore, but try to be careful during the competition and don't injure your body."

She knew her family wasn't wealthy, so of course she had to work hard and give it her all. She understood this better than her parents.

"Yeah, I know. Let's watch the game, sis."

Meng Chuan knew his concerns, but that's how martial arts are, and that's also how his personality is.

(End of this chapter)