With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 215 Red Blade! Iron Fist! Thousand Mountains Annihilation!
Meng Chuan was speechless; he couldn't very well say that it was hidden inside.
“I’ll use boxing gloves, Brother Xu, you don’t need to worry about any steel guns.”

Xu Nuo was also a man of few words, so the two of them remained silent and waited in place.

After a long period of silence, Meng Chuan waited patiently for a while longer.

At this moment, the martial arts master referee stepped forward and solemnly said:

"The contestant must remove and hand over all the hidden weapons in his pocket, otherwise it will be considered cheating."

"mean!"

Meng Chuan felt relieved. As expected of a top referee, he had sharp eyes.

“Meng Chuan, take out that thing from your waist too. I remember your pre-match weapon registration was boxing gloves.”

Having no other choice, Meng Chuan had to hand over the small black jade pestle.

"Can your brother handle this? Fighting a weapon bare-handed? Isn't that audacious?"

In the audience, Meng Yiyi's lab colleagues were quite concerned.

"Don't worry, my brother uses boxing gloves, he'll be fine."

Despite her words, Meng Yiyi was more worried than anyone else present.

As the battle was about to begin on stage, the audience quieted down considerably.

But Meng Yiyi could still hear many people whispering nearby.

"This red knife is so strange, is that kid over there planning to disarm me with his bare hands?"

Seeing that Xu Nuo had already drawn his sword, he was on the field.

With a clang, the red blade, which was more than 20 centimeters longer than an ordinary horizontal sword and nearly a meter long, was grasped in his hand.

The blade was the color of deep red blood plasma, as clear as the purest ruby, with a dark blood groove. It was truly a demon-slaying weapon of extremely high quality, quite extraordinary.

The atmosphere was getting heated, but before it started, Meng Chuan glanced around and saw that the style of the arena was the same as that outside the arena.

The two stood facing each other on the solid jade bricks covered in bright red lacquer.

Xu Nuo's heart was also unsettled. Meng Chuan's name had already spread to the headquarters of the United Nations General Assembly in Fengtian. Most importantly...

"He's only eighteen, he hasn't even gone to Wuhan University yet."

If the competition had been held a year later, Xu Nuo would probably have been the one to lose.

But now, Xu Nuo turned the hilt of the sword over, examined the Tang sword in his hand, and said silently:
"Xiao Meng, I should be considered your senior. To be able to stand here at the age of eighteen is enough to be called a genius."

But encountering me in this decisive match can only be described as bad luck. It's better to concede early and prepare for the repechage.

Meng Chuan pursed his lips and remained silent.

Xu Nuo, a student in the Master Class at the main campus of Beilian University, is the number one wolf-style martial artist of the Pictographic School.

"Senior Brother Xu, you are mistaken. My fists are not at a disadvantage either. Please be careful, Senior Brother."

"Youth is full of vigor. If you think that advancing nine levels makes you invincible, then today you will have to pay the price for your narrow-mindedness."

In that case, I'll take an entrance exam for you on behalf of the National Southwest Associated University.

Meng Chuan remained silent.

The jet-black color wound along the wrist line to the fingertips, enveloping the entire palm.

Meng Chuan lightly tapped the floor tiles with his feet to feel their load-bearing capacity.

Upon hearing this, he raised his head and said:
"Senior brother, don't boast, or you'll regret it."

As soon as he finished speaking, the referee took two steps back.

"I declare that the game begins!"

The next moment, Xu Nuo, holding the Tang sword in one hand and lowering his other hand to the ground, bent his legs slightly, his footsteps striking the jade bricks with a hissing tearing sound. He rushed towards Meng Chuan like a wolf.

Meng Chuanyang held the blade squarely with his fists, sparks flying at the point of impact. He blocked with his right fist, while his left fist, like a serpent, bit at Xu Nuo's wrist.

Xu Nuo neither dodged nor evaded; the hilt of the knife instantly flipped, the blade changing from a cutting motion to a pressing motion, suppressing both fists simultaneously.

Then, with a flick of the blade, Meng Chuan's figure was pulled to the side. A light blue aura condensed from his wrist, and the ethereal wolf spirit surrounding him was like an arrow drawn from a bow. With a horizontal slash, it surged forward, about to cut Meng Chuan in two.

"careful!"

He promised to be compassionate, but his actions were ruthless, and he was already unleashing his full power.

Meng Chuan had no time to retreat, so he immediately used Yunhen's second stage of strength to float lightly in mid-air.

At the same time, he tilted his head back and flipped his body backward, stretching out his right leg. With the ignition of his heart fire, his toes ignited a dazzling flame, kicking straight at Xu Nuo's head.

In the audience, Meng Yiyi watched the horizontal slash motion on the big screen, slowed down tenfold, and her heart clenched instantly.

Unexpectedly, the first round was so dangerous, but Meng Chuan's expression only eased slightly after he jumped up to dodge.

The fire was so intense that it made Xu Nuo's face shine, but he was secretly delighted.

Being in mid-air would make him an easy target. Xu Nuo used his heel to rotate his body 90 degrees, dodging Meng Chuan's kick.

At the same time, his body and right foot crossed, and he suddenly rushed forward, pressing tightly against the ground. He gripped the hilt of the knife with both hands and slashed diagonally downwards, his fierce aura filling the entire arena!
As he turned to the side to avoid Meng Chuan's presence, a black dot flashed before his eyes.

The black dot, when magnified, was actually a huge, pitch-black iron fist. The force of the punch shattered the air, and even Xu Nuo's hair was torn apart and pulled out by the roots by the powerful wind.

Yunhen enhanced Meng Chuan's ability to stay airborne, and Xu Nuo, unaware of the underlying principles, was at a disadvantage. However, Xu Nuo was also a veteran of countless battles. At this extremely dangerous moment, he split his legs forward and backward to dodge the Jinxing Long Fist. He could be said to have lost his hair, but he saved his head.

Most of the people present were ordinary people and low-level martial artists, so they couldn't see the specifics of the fight.

However, even watching the slow-motion replay, it's clear that Meng Chuanru defied gravity, his body hovering strangely in mid-air, dodging the heavy slash while simultaneously throwing a punch that shaved Xu Nuo's head.

"Great! Meng Shen is awesome!"

"Nice fight!"

This incredible skill astonished the entire audience, who cheered in amazement.

Feeling a chill on his forehead, Xu Nuo immediately braced himself before cold sweat could even drip down his forehead.

It was now Meng Chuan's turn to attack.

Still suspended in mid-air, his figure suddenly took a downward stance, carrying the momentum of an impact, his fists striking out alternately with a combination of thunder and fire, leaving a trail of afterimages.

He unleashed nearly a hundred punches in less than a second!

The overwhelming power erupted suddenly, and the two forces of hardness and softness intertwined and formed a vortex under the cover of the aura.

Clang!

Xu Nuo used both his sword and palm techniques, and with a massive supply of vital energy, he repeatedly parried Meng Chuan's fierce attacks.

Sensing a strange feeling emanating from his body, as if an inexplicable heavy pressure was surrounding him, his heart sank.

"Special trait?"

Using the recoil force from the back of the blade, Meng Chuan quietly activated the [Combined Strength] technique. Twenty percent of the recoil force flowed back along the blade, causing Xu Nuo to spurt blood from his tiger's mouth.

Xu Nuo gritted his teeth and exerted force, the wolf spirit biting along the tip of the knife. Taking advantage of Meng Chuan's retreat and dodge, he clenched his numb and stinging palm.

He had no internal martial arts skills to protect him, so he dared not attack rashly. He could only keep his body low and drag his sword as he moved quickly, circling around Meng Chuan looking for an opportunity.

Meng Chuan wasn't in a hurry. He stretched his arms behind him to loosen his muscles and bones. In this chaotic world, he felt like a fish in water.

His eyes remained fixed on the tip of the knife, and he slowly said:

"Senior Xu, how did you do on the entrance exam?"

Now that I'm a member of the Nine Gates, what does it matter if I'm number one in Wolf Form? I'm going to fight Wolf Form!
Xu Nuo remained silent, but the cool breeze blowing from above made him dare not be careless in the slightest.

"I was too attached to appearances. There are so many talented people in the world. It was my recklessness that led me astray."

At the same time, Xu Nuo let out a wolf howl, and the pale blue wolf spirit dragged by the blade suddenly solidified.

Meng Chuan's eyes narrowed. The technique he was using was the one Lu Zhuxiao had taught him, a special method for dealing with knife-wielding men.

He instantly leaped off the ground and charged towards Xu Nuo, his left hand concealed, while his right hand, shaped like a dragon claw, reached for the other's wrist.

Xu Nuo's sword aura was domineering, and the dark blue ice wolf surged out from the blood groove of the red horizontal sword, blocking Meng Chuan's giant palm.

At the same time, his left palm formed a heart-piercing shape and fiercely slammed into Meng Chuan's chest.

It wasn't over yet. Xu Nuo then moved his legs as well, his feet gripping Meng Chuan's waist tightly like scissors, and suddenly twisting and exerting force!
At the same time, the giant wolf coiling around Meng Chuan's body also bit at his limbs and joints. This is the true essence of the wolf-style sword control of the Pictographic School: nourishing the soul with the sword and transforming momentum to lock down the enemy!
Suddenly, a faint purple light appeared around Meng Chuan, and his right arm stirred up lightning and fire with immense force. Xu Nuo groaned and quickly retreated backward, blood gushing from his right shoulder blade after he stood still.

Despite the promised thunderous attack, Meng Chuan was completely unharmed, leaving the audience speechless.

Seeing this scene from afar, Old Zhao was also stunned.

"The cultivation of inner strength and the donning of armor have been perfected."

He was certain that Meng Chuan possessed the potential to become a "Purple Cloud Dragon"!
Meng Chuan promised to give him time to recover. If that Azure Dragon Claw strike had landed on his face, the match would have ended instantly.

He flipped his wrist, looked at Xu Nuo's pale face, and said calmly:

"Senior Xu, just admit defeat. That way you'll still have a chance in the revival round. Junior brother warned you, your punches are sharp, so please be careful."

Xu Nuo narrowed his eyes into slits, and a pale blue wolf spirit beside him let out a sharp howl, swirling around the blade and turning into smoke.

"What the hell, a combination of knife and wolf?"

This was the first time Meng Chuan had ever seen such a master of imagery, whose skill was so close to the limit of the ninth level. He wondered what kind of technique this master used.

But it didn't matter. The blue light was already upon them. Meng Chuan's strength was astonishing. With a slight flick of his left hand, he deflected Tang Hengdao's heavy slash.

At the same time, his right hand slid towards Xu Nuo's shoulder and neck, where he was already injured. If he were to take another blow from the [Yaksha Probing the Sea], it would likely be fatal.
"Senior Xu will be able to face reality."

But the next second, Xu Nuo's body suddenly trembled, and his wrist moved, causing the heavy slash that was originally aimed at Meng Chuan's face to deviate. The sharp blade, carrying the momentum of a wolf, accurately slashed at Meng Chuan's tendon.

A few drops of blood rolled down, but they only pierced the skin and did not damage the subcutaneous tendons.

Ignoring everything else, Meng Chuan slightly protruded his middle finger by half an inch before clenching it into a fist. The fist was aimed fiercely at Xu Nuo's neck, but Xu Nuo remained calm and retreated. As he did so, he exhaled a breath of turbid air, and his figure seemed to split into several afterimages.

Meng Chuan was mentally weak and could not distinguish between what was real and what was fake. Then, each afterimage unleashed a blade of energy that carried the ferocity of a lone wolf.

"Howling Moon - Annihilation of a Thousand Mountains!"

Countless pale blue auras surged from the tip of the blade, like a crescent moon, hurtling towards Meng Chuan!

This scene sent chills down the spines of everyone in the audience. If they were standing under that blade of light, they would probably be turned into a pile of minced meat in an instant.

Before the blade even arrived, the sheer force it carried tore Meng Chuan's clothes to shreds. The tattered cloth bearing the large characters "San Qin" fluttered in the strong wind, instantly turning into fragments.

Zheng——!
The blade energy was too swift, and Meng Chuan was hit squarely in the face!

(End of this chapter)