With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 220 The Heavenly King Appears! He Slays the Dragon with Ease!
Meng Chuan continued to express his gratitude, and then Master Shen said:
I had planned to come and watch your final match live, but I was too busy to come. Please give my regards to your master, Master Luo.

As for you, I hope you can maintain your ambition, continue to practice martial arts diligently, and strive to become a martial arts master as soon as possible.

By then, our cooperation will have only just begun.

I have high hopes for your future. Keep it up!

Meng Chuan nodded and said:
Thank you, Master Shen, I understand.

The other party, being a senior executive at Hanhai, was very busy and hung up the video call after finishing speaking.

Yu Chenguang put away his phone and smiled:

"Xiao Meng, keep up the good work! I spent a lot of money to buy a ticket, and I'll be there to cheer you on tomorrow!"

Meng Chuan expressed his gratitude, saying that martial arts is not a lonely path; he enjoys the company of elders, relatives, and friends along the way.

With everything ready, Meng Chuan, dressed in his battle uniform, followed his older sister and master to the arena.

The audience began to enter at nine o'clock the next morning.

Half an hour later, the nearly 100,000-seat audience was completely full.

Everyone was enthusiastically discussing today's final match and analyzing who would win the championship.

Five minutes later, the host slowly appeared on the rising platform. He took a deep breath and announced loudly:

Good morning, everyone!

After several days of fierce competition, we have now reached the decisive moment for the Northern Division!
Most incredibly, both of them are contestants from the Shaanxi region.

Let's welcome Zheng Chengcheng and Meng Chuan to the stage!

Amidst thunderous applause, Meng Chuan strode forward.

"Finally, please allow me to introduce a temporary judge. Let us warmly welcome Principal Zheng Yulan from Yanhua Martial Arts University, the sixth greatest martial arts master in the world!"

As the host finished speaking, it seemed as if golden light was falling from the sky.

A moment later, Zheng Yulan descended from the sky, her smile carrying a hint of compassion, and sat in the center of the judges' panel.

"King Zheng! Holy crap, is he here to support his grandson?"

Amid the cheers, someone raised a question.

"It shouldn't be that bad. It's just a game. The King of Pop isn't that petty."

At this moment, Zheng Yulan spoke softly, yet her voice clearly reached everyone's ears.

"Hello everyone, I am Zheng Yulan, the president of Wuhan University. I am very happy to see so many talented young people here."

The fact that Great Chu can stand at the forefront of the fight against the Heavenly Demon is inseparable from the selfless dedication of each generation.

It is hoped that all young martial artists will stay true to their original aspirations and strive for peace for the Great Chu and for all generations to come.

The audience is exceptionally enthusiastic today, and we hope that the two young contestants on stage will do their best, not be affected by the environment, and show their true abilities.

Okay, that's all I'll say. Everyone, let's watch the game.

After saying that, Zheng Yulan fell silent, and deafening applause erupted once again.

"I'm feeling a bit of pressure."

Meng Chuan flexed his muscles and bones, while Zheng Tianwang supervised the battle, worried that he might accidentally pin someone's own grandson to the ground and beat him.
"Just focus on doing your best, your master is here for you."

Seeing his apprentice's concerns, Luo Guanyun patted him on the shoulder and gave him some advice.

"clear."

Meng Chuan nodded; he had just been thinking nonsense and was simply trying to relax.

Even disregarding the tens of millions of online viewers, with nearly 100,000 audience members in the stadium alone, it's impossible for King Zheng to show favoritism in public.

He looked around the audience and saw many people holding up signs in support of him and cheering for Meng Chuan in their hometown accents.

Not only in Yong'an, Shaanxi, but in the blink of an eye, his fans are now all over the northern region!
Most of these shouts were rough and unpleasant, which Meng Chuan found rather unpleasant.
Excessive physical training can attract the same sex; that's true.
Instead, as Zheng Chengcheng's face appeared on the big screen, the screams of the female fans never stopped.

He wore an elegant long robe and had a handsome face comparable to a popular celebrity.

Meng Chuan thought about it and agreed.
After the host finished speaking fluently, nearly thirty competition sponsors were introduced.

Finally, he shouted:

"Now, everyone, please hold your breath, for the battle to determine the number one martial artist in the North is about to begin!"

Accompanied by thunderous drumbeats, Meng Chuan and Zheng Chengcheng stepped onto the martial arts arena.

The two stood silently. After the referee finished his inspection, he said in a solemn voice, "The match begins."

"Meng Chuan, are you really not considering Yan Hua? My sister really hopes you can come."

Zheng Chengcheng was still not giving up. Three months ago, Meng Chuan was only at the eighth level and it took a lot of effort to enter the second stage.

And today, three months later, he is actually standing on the ring, competing with himself for the number one seed.

His skills have truly improved at an astonishing pace.

Meng Chuan slowly said:
"Brother Zheng, just focus on the game and don't talk about anything else. If you compete with me with distractions, you've already lost."

As soon as he finished speaking, a large amount of white mist instantly rose from Meng Chuan's body, accompanied by a popping sound like popping beans from his spine.

He reached out and ripped off his shirt, then with a slight shift of his heel, his ferocious, demonic figure vanished silently into the clouds.

At the same time, a muffled thunderclap came from the clouds, and shadows obscured Meng Chuan's face. "Xingyi School, Five Elements Qiankun Fist, Brother Zheng, be careful."

Once again, Meng Chuan was seen fully activating the acupoints in his body, using several hard skills to drive the "overload" state of swirling clouds and mist.

The crowd gasped in surprise.

"Look! Meng Shen is going all out right from the start!"

Someone nodded blankly and said:

"The opponent is Zheng Chengcheng. Even Master Jueming has fallen, so Meng Chuan will definitely be on high alert."

At the same time, Jue Ming, who was watching from below the stage with his arms crossed, sneezed again.
On the stage, Zheng Chengcheng noticed that as her opponent's aura spread out, there was a faint burning sensation in the surrounding environment.

He chuckled softly:
"You're right, I still need to make you see the difference."

The next second, the momentum of the dragon rising from his body surged forth, its powerful force like a river surging backward.

"Look!"

Screams erupted from the audience. Amidst the golden light that filled the entire arena, a dragon's head suddenly rose up. The dragon's body was not clearly visible in the golden light and billowing white mist. Zheng Zhenzhen wielded a sword, and the clanging sound of the sword and the dragon's roar exploded from her body at the same time. Her angry roar resounded in all directions!
"My God, this isn't the first time I've seen this Dragon Crossing Fist stance, but every time it still amazes me."

The audience looked astonished. Many ordinary people had lived most of their lives without ever witnessing such a magnificent scene in real life.

Many of Meng Chuan's fans are extremely worried.

How could Meng Chuan possibly deal with such a gigantic monster using only his human body?
As the white mist and golden light intertwined, Meng Chuan briefly lingered in the air by using the Cloud Ladder and Cloud Trace abilities.

Being small has its advantages. Meng Chuan used his powerful explosive force to break through and bypass the golden dragon, engaging in a fierce battle with the sword-wielding figure on the dragon's head.

His fists were jet black, and Zheng Chengcheng held the Xin Jin sword. The two exchanged blows and fought fiercely.

On the field, white and yellow intertwined, making it difficult for the audience to see clearly. They could only make out two shadows, one yellow and one black, colliding and intersecting.

Taking advantage of the collision, Zheng Chengcheng rode the enormous dragon head to crash into him. Meng Chuan twisted his waist and body, his arms shaking with power. The power of his inner fire rose in the air, transforming into countless fire snakes that wrapped around his arms. With violent force, he forcefully slammed into the dragon head!

"I'll break you apart!"

After yesterday's special training with his master, he already knows.

It was merely a display of dragon-like power, meant only to bless Zheng Chengcheng. Meng Chuan remained steadfast and fearless.

boom--!
The two forces clashed, and the crimson and golden colors fought and entangled endlessly. In less than half a moment, the inner fire was defeated!
"A delusional mayfly trying to shake the heavens?"

Zheng Chengcheng chuckled softly, leaned forward, drew her sword, and swooped down from the sky on a dragon.

This is to learn from Meng Chuan's fighting style and pin him to the ground!
Unfortunately, he underestimated Meng Chuan.

The physical body is like a boat being rafted; the explosive power granted by a powerful physique is exceptionally terrifying.

The air seemed to freeze as Meng Chuan suddenly flashed behind Zheng Chengcheng, his long fist slashing fiercely at the back of her head like a broad axe!

Zheng Chengcheng dodged, and the sword energy in her hand suddenly transformed into a shower of golden light that swept down.

As Meng Chuan was drenched by the rain of swords, his burly body suddenly ached, and several small beads of blood rolled down his cheeks.

Jue Ming, sitting below the stage, stared in disbelief. The bandages covering his body were from the injuries inflicted by the terrifying golden rain of swords.

“Amitabha, Benefactor Meng’s physical body is truly hard. It’s much harder than mine.”

Meng Chuan only suffered a few scratches, but he was cut to pieces by the rain of swords. You have to admit he was wrong.

Meanwhile, the rain of swords continued to fall like a waterfall. Meng Chuan lowered his body and stepped onto the arena to dodge the attacks.

Slightly tighten all the muscles in your body to clench the wound and promote healing.

Then, his feet flashed repeatedly, dodging the whistling rain of swords that followed, and he focused his gaze on Zheng Chengcheng in mid-air.

Zheng Chengcheng's dragon was roaring in pain. Although he had dodged the punch, it had still landed on the dragon's body, and the golden light around it had visibly faded considerably.

Roar--!
Accompanied by a high-pitched dragon roar, Zheng Chengcheng drove the dragon in and once again engaged Meng Chuan in battle.

The fire within his heart once again enveloped his body.

—Molten Core Flame Burst Fist!

Before the storm had even subsided, the force of thunder and fire followed closely behind, and the whip-like leg, carrying the momentum of the heavens, burst forth with a muffled thunderous sound as it struck the dragon's head!

In the midst of the fierce battle, Meng Chuan's attention was never on the dragon's head, but on the Xin Jin sword in Zheng Chengcheng's hand!
Seizing the opportunity, Meng Chuan suddenly straightened his back and used the technique of Yaksha Probing the Sea to wrap his upper arm inward, his forearm wrapped around it, and his palm turned into a five-finger hook, actually knocking the sword out of Zheng Chengcheng's hand!
The sword flew several meters away, but to prevent it from accidentally injuring the audience, the referee used his inner energy to catch it in his hand.

"Fuck!"

"Awesome!!! Meng Shen!"

Upon seeing this, the crowd below erupted in thunderous cheers.

Before they knew it, everyone in the audience, except for Zheng Chengcheng's fans, had become involved, sharing the same empathy as in "Dragon Quest".

The dragon raises its head!
Even without a weapon, Zheng Chengcheng was just as ferocious, unleashing a massive dragon-like force with a drawn-out punch. Meng Chuan remained calm, blocking with both fists while simultaneously kicking heavily at Zheng Chengcheng's crotch.

"Once your weapons are gone, the next step is to disable your mount!"

Meng Chuan's thinking was clear: without weapons, Zheng Chengcheng's threat level had significantly decreased. The next step was to patiently and gradually pull her down from her predicament.

Upon impact, Meng Chuan let out a muffled groan, his heart throbbing with pain as if chanting Buddhist hymns were playing, and he stumbled several steps.

The power of the punches is devastating; Zheng Zhenzhen's words are absolutely true!

We'll reduce the number of martial arts matches and quickly transition to the martial arts master stage. Any experts have ideas for the title "Meng Chuan" that I can consider? I've already come up with one, but I don't know if it will suit everyone's taste.

Finally, please vote for me with your monthly tickets!
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