With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 302 Astronaut Showdown: You should call me Senior Meng!
Students from other campuses were also surprised.

This Sheng Xin is too damn arrogant. He actually dares to challenge a martial artist who is above his level. What makes him so special?

Amid the shouts, Meng Chuan's old rival from Taihang was also somewhat puzzled.

"Are you crazy?"

He had personally experienced Meng Chuan's strength, and now that he was a martial arts master, he was bound to reach even greater heights.

Let alone Sheng Xin, even someone as strong as Wu Hong wasn't very optimistic about him.

Xu Nuo shook his head; he didn't know what this junior was thinking.

"Fine, I've already withheld 500 credits from Meng Chuan. Let's see how much his strength has improved."

Meanwhile, the other martial artists in the headquarters also looked somewhat surprised.

After advancing, no one understood the gap between the first major limit and a martial artist better than them.

The injury will inevitably affect his subsequent progress. It would be a loss for Sheng Xin to try and show off like this.

Some people speculated:
"Perhaps...this kid wants to gather intelligence for Wu Hong?"

"It's possible."

Actually, he only guessed half right.

On the stage, Sheng Xin was filled with fighting spirit, looking as if he was ready to die.

He has a lot of clever ideas.

One reason was to test the waters for Brother Wu.

He used Meng Chuan's intelligence, along with his impressive performance on the stage, as a pledge to try and become Shang Ruyi's disciple.

Shang Ruyi is the martial arts master who understands the Tiger Form the most in the entire United University.

He specialized in the Tiger Form and naturally wanted to become the other party's second disciple.

On the other hand, Sheng Xin also harbored a侥幸心理 (a gambler's mentality), wanting to test whether Meng Chuan lived up to his reputation.

If I can win, that would be an even greater testament to my loyalty, bringing me both fame and fortune.

If you lose
With so many people around, nothing bad is likely to happen to me.

A martial artist fighting against a martial arts master can make a name for himself and gain fame. No matter how you look at it, it's a win-win situation!
At the same time, in the audience.

Hearing the enthusiastic noise around him, Xu Qingfeng couldn't help but say speechlessly:
"No, are all the officers at headquarters this brave?"

Meng Chuan shook his head and remained silent, taking it as a way to relax before his battle with Wu Hong.

It's just a matter of convenience.

He had just gotten up to fight when a voice reached his ears:

"Go easy on him, don't kill him with one punch."

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Meng Chuan glanced at the guest seats and saw his master winking at him. He smiled and responded.

For Sheng Xin, a martial artist, to dare to directly address the "Infinite Fist" by his full name is truly a bit of a rebellion against the established order.

Since they were both from the United Nations University, Meng Chuan decided to teach the other party a lesson and show him the strict hierarchy of Qi and Blood Martial Arts.
Stepping onto the ring, amidst the shouts of those around him.

For the first time, he felt like a great demon, a dragon waiting to be challenged by a hero.
On the high platform in the distance, President Zhao of Xilian University saw Meng Chuan come up on stage and asked curiously:

"Old Sui, is this the founder of the new version of Guoyiquan?"

Sui Chunqiu was secretly pleased, and said with a smile:

"It's this kid."

Principal Zhao joked:
"Tsk tsk. Young people these days are really amazing. They can even optimize a martial art like Guoyiquan. That's interesting."

How is his actual combat ability? Is he just a theorist who can't beat that kid martial artist?

"Just look down and you'll find out."

Sui Chunqiu had some understanding of Meng Chuan's strength.

He felt that the outcome of their battle would be a foregone conclusion.

The real highlight of today's school anniversary celebration is the confrontation with Wu Hong that follows!

On the ring, Meng Chuan stood with his arms crossed, waiting for the referee's signal.

A referee must be present when fighting a martial artist; that's the rule.

He waited for the other side to inspect the field while thinking to himself.

How much of your power should you use in a short time?

"We absolutely cannot use internal energy or fist techniques. If the referee doesn't react in time, hitting this kid would be equivalent to instantly refining him."

After thinking for a moment, seeing that the other person was still smiling, he had an idea.

The referee signaled that it could begin.

Sheng Xin smiled broadly and clasped his hands in a fist salute, saying:

"This decapitation sword is presented for your perusal, Senior Brother Meng."

Fighters can only use their bare hands when fighting each other, but they can use weapons when fighting against martial arts masters.

And he thought to himself:
"As a martial artist, Meng Chuan would definitely not use weapons to bully the weak, so we've made a profit!"

Just as he had thought, Meng Chuan had no intention of using his fist blade.

With one swipe of its claws, it ripped out the creature's intestines; it was incredibly brutal.

He said indifferently, "I don't want to play with this kid anymore."
"Please go ahead. Also, don't call me senior brother, you should call me senior Meng."

Upon hearing this, Sheng Xin's smile froze on his face, and a hint of surprise and embarrassment flashed in his eyes.

At the same time, the surrounding jeers stopped abruptly, and the students from the main campus looked at each other in bewilderment.

According to the rules of the martial arts world, martial artists should indeed address martial arts masters as "seniors."

Sheng Xin's Adam's apple bobbed twice, and finally he gritted his teeth and squeezed out a stiff "Senior Meng".

But he deliberately slammed the tip of his knife heavily on the ground, sending sparks flying as a sign of his defiance.

His eyes revealed boundless ambition. He gripped the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, one facing forward and the other backward. Invisible qi suddenly condensed on the blade, and the true qi he had gained after successfully sensing qi rippled faintly in the air.

With a sudden push off the ground with the ball of his foot, his figure vanished from the spot.

The next second, it appeared above Meng Chuan's head.

The broad back of the blade cast a shadow, but his face remained unchanged, still expressionless.

He glanced upwards, raised his hand, and threw a seemingly ordinary punch to meet the attack.

"Isn't that a bit overconfident?"

Even the martial artists below the arena wore solemn expressions.

Fighting bare-handed is not advisable; at least you should infuse some internal energy to defend yourself.
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At the point of contact between the fist and the blade, a long crack stretched rapidly from the tip of the knife towards the handle, splitting the handle, which was engraved with the words "Tiger Tattoo," in two.

The pain spread to Sheng Xin's hand, and he let out a cry of pain before hurriedly letting go and throwing away the weapon.

A trace of invisible force emanated from the crack in the blade, accompanied by a "clang" as it landed, followed by a series of "crackling" sounds as it shattered.

The sturdy, alloy-forged sword shattered with a deafening roar. Before Sheng Xin could even react, he heard a cold, indifferent voice beside him.

Suddenly, Meng Chuan appeared beside him and slowly spoke:
If you were to travel, where would you like to go?

Sweating profusely, he realized that his feet were off the ground.
"Haha, look at this clown, he's taking off now."

Lao Meng has fulfilled this kid's wish—"When I grow up, I want to be an astronaut!"

Xu Qingfeng looked at the star in the clear sky and laughed so hard he almost fell over.

Meng Jiaolong was also extremely happy, and she said with a grin:
"They probably wanted to climb over Meng Chuan to get ahead, but they've been slapped in the face now."

At this moment, the expressions on the faces of the people around the arena varied.

The warriors of this headquarters all looked astonished.

Meng Chuan's victory was expected, but the way he was defeated chilled them to the bone.

Some people stared at the shards scattered on the arena, their pupils shrinking in shock.

"Goodness gracious. To shatter a precious sword made of C-95 alloy with a single punch? That martial artist is ridiculously powerful!"

"Is it possible that Meng Chuan is strong enough?"

"You have to call him Senior Meng, or I'll make you fly if I hear that."

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"Speaking of which, Brother Wu should be able to do it too, right?"

"Absolutely!"

He placed a bet of 200 credits on Wu Hong to win; the other party had to win, even if they couldn't!
Someone nearby said with a serious expression:
"Wait a minute, I think you should be concerned about whether Da Xin is still alive."

In the distance, Sheng Xin was helped away by a teacher from the main campus.

He was too ashamed to go over there; Meng Chuan's palm strike almost sent him to outer space.

Fortunately, a master saved him; otherwise, he would have surely died from the fall.

Although the damage was not significant, it was extremely insulting.

As he walked, Sheng Xin suddenly stopped, his face contorted with a look of utter despair.

Only when he was safe did he realize that his knife was gone, shattered into pieces beyond repair.

"Damn it!!! My four million dollars!"

Sheng Xin's heart was bleeding.

He finally saved up enough money to buy the tiger-patterned hunting knife and used it for about half a year.

Today's battle signals my retirement.
On the grandmaster's platform, a young man in a tight-fitting outfit stood next to Shang Ruyi.

He stood with his arms crossed, his tiger-like eyes slightly narrowed, staring at the person who had just stepped off the stage.

Shang Ruyi chuckled lightly:
"This boy's fist strength is quite impressive. Hong'er, be careful later."

"Understood. I'll let my disciple see what a true tiger form is."

Wu Hong was no fool; his mind raced, and he quickly analyzed the situation.

"According to their intelligence, my opponent Meng Chuan possesses many powerful martial arts skills."

Breaking a steel knife relies half on physical strength and half on the hidden power of internal energy.

Are you hiding this from me to give me a surprise? Interesting.

Furthermore, it's certain that the other party will hold back some information.

Moreover, it didn't use any techniques that could amplify its size.

In summary, Meng Chuan's swift victory over Sheng Xin likely involved the use of about 30-40% of his usual tactics.

"If this is all you're capable of, then I'm guaranteed to win."

Wu Hong thought to himself that he could do this using only 20% of his skill level, so it was not a difficult task for him.

He gripped the large gun tightly, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Ready to take the stage.

Finally, Shang Ruyi's words of advice entered his mind:
Even a lion must exert its full strength to hunt a rabbit!

"clear."

"Please welcome the two candidates for the Martial Arts Mastery, to climb the Cloud Lock and ascend the Summit Platform."

The Duel Platform is a unique martial arts arena on the main campus.

When not in use, it is stored hidden beneath the Martial Arts Summit Plaza.

Once activated, it will be a treasure trove of aerial combat, standing atop the sea of ​​clouds and floating above the fierce winds, covering an area of ​​a thousand feet.

This was brought about by Sui Chunqiu after he took office, using immense power.

It is secured to a top-level martial arts arena at an altitude of ten thousand meters by nine long bronze chains.

Normally, it is only used for sparring between strong individuals of level three or above, or during grand festivals.

Therefore, none of the martial artists' exhibition matches were qualified to use it.

In the distance, President Zhao of Xilian University said with a smile:

"Tsk tsk, they're going to use the Duel Platform again. I'm always so envious when I see it."

"Old Sui, could I take it back and use it?"

When Sect Leader Chen finished his meditation and opened his eyes to see this scene, he was somewhat moved and finally spoke:

"Little Zhao, I think you're dreaming. Even if this item is to be borrowed, it should be used by Wudang first."

"Old Taoist, you are mistaken."

"We're all one family in the Northwest, what business is it of yours, Wudang?"

Sui Chunqiu ignored the two bickering; this item had other hidden value.

All things considered, it is no less than a sixth-grade Heavenly King Divine Weapon, and no one can borrow even a fraction of it.

He focused his mind slightly, and a divine thought spread out.

Hidden beneath the summit platform stood a burly man in a vest, receiving a telepathic message from the principal in his mind.

This person is none other than the Martial Arts Venerable who is in charge of the [Education Department].

【Optimus Prime - Connecting Hundreds of Mountains】.

Upon hearing this, his eyes widened.

As the person's divine sense rose, a tremendous earthquake shook the cleared ground.

The Duel Platform emerged from the ground and soared into the sky, accompanied by nine massive chains binding its body, which rattled as it rose.

Like a giant ark soaring into the clouds, the chains stretched taut like a dragon's spine in the next instant.

Lian Baishan suddenly stomped his foot, activating a hidden mechanism, accompanied by a deafening roar from the clouds—

The Duel Arena of the Northern Alliance Martial Arts True Lineage is now in place.

(End of this chapter)