With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 303 The Bet Gets Worth Higher: A Showdown at the Summit of the Sky! (Part 2)

Meng Chuan looked up at the thing in the sky and couldn't help but shrink his pupils.

Although I had heard long ago that the main battle arena was extraordinary.

Soaring straight into the azure sky and connecting with the heavens, it is known in the outside world as the "Flying Arena".

But seeing it in real life was a first for me, and it really gave me a little shock.

Immediately afterwards, he felt a surge of heroic ambition:

"The skills of a Martial Arts King are truly extraordinary. To be able to compete with the Fierce Tiger King in this area is truly magnificent!"

Climbing along chains at an altitude of 10,000 meters, which is also a major highlight if it is a competition among martial artists to pass on their true skills.

The summit is so high that it is hidden in the stratosphere, appearing and disappearing in the clouds.

Even a martial artist at the peak of Qi and Blood at the ninth level could fall if they lost their footing if they felt fear. Such incidents had happened before, even before the Allied Congress.

If someone falls, then the outcome of the Martial Arts True Lineage will be decided prematurely.

Not only that, they will be immediately "optimized" out of the Master Class. No matter how high or good their talent is, it will be of no use.

This is the primary motto of the Southwest Associated University since its founding:
Those who act cowardly will never be tolerated!

Looking to the far left from Meng Chuanchao, Wu Hong had already begun to ascend the platform along the chains.

He then changed his mind and stepped onto the chains to begin climbing.

Martial arts practitioners are already extraordinary, and the path to heaven is not difficult for either of them.

As they approached the sky, the giant screen in the audience immediately locked onto their figures.

When the camera zoomed in and split in two, everyone saw it.

Meng Chuan's every step caused the chains to tremble slightly, yet his feet remained as steady as a rock.

Someone muttered that he was "pretending," but was interrupted by an elbow strike from the person next to him.

"Look!"

In the scene, Meng Chuan suddenly accelerates.

The veins on his ankles were clearly visible as he walked on the vertical chain as if it were flat ground, covering a distance of 100 meters in a flash.

Amidst the gasps of the crowd, Meng Chuan reached the "Summit" in about ten minutes.

"call"

Upon stepping onto the platform, Meng Chuan was somewhat unaccustomed to the fierce winds that rushed towards him.

If one lacks the strength, even breathing becomes a luxury at this altitude of ten thousand meters.

He snorted forcefully, but only a small amount of air was inhaled, which was quite uncomfortable.

Wu Hong hadn't come up yet. After thinking for a moment, Meng Chuan had an idea.

The "flower of flesh" mark on the chest glows slightly, and the muscle fibers around the nasal cavity reconstruct the nasal turbinate cartilage like vines.

The modification of the inner wall is carried out simultaneously, first by expanding the airway and then by strengthening the capillary network.

After the modification, his nose looked a bit strange.

Just like the Bull Demon King, his two nostrils were enormous, and his breathing sounded like he was pulling a bellows.

After taking a few deep breaths, Meng Chuan had already adapted to his current state. Although he looked a little awkward, he felt comfortable.
The redesigned nasal cavity structure can autonomously adjust its opening and closing range, precisely filtering oxygen molecules in the air, making breathing smooth and natural.

Coming to their senses, Wu Hong also climbed up from a distance, and the two stood facing each other.

In martial arts competitions, the timing of a move does not require interference or instruction from others.

However, neither side rushed forward immediately; instead, they examined each other's equipment.

Meng Chuan looked at the large spear behind him and liked it more and more.

It is jet black, with fine, dark gold patterns extending from the spearhead to the tip.

A crimson gemstone was embedded in the hilt of the spear, its crimson light shimmering with the rise and fall of Wu Hong's breath.

"What a cool gun."

Meng Chuan now understands the meaning of "Fist Shakes the Eight Desolations - Qin Xiang" a bit better. No wonder the Heavenly King was so fond of collecting all kinds of weapons.

Even he couldn't resist such an exceptional person.
Little did he know, Wu Hong on the other side was also sizing him up.

His gaze was fixed on the fist blade at Meng Chuan's waist, and he thought to himself:

"It should be the Moon over the Bridge of Helplessness. I never expected that the third-grade fist blade in his hand would be this one!"

He never expected that the person he was competing with in Wuxie City that night was actually Meng Chuan.
"Is this kid really that rich?"

The final transaction price reached 350 million, and Wu Hong was quite surprised that the other party was so powerful.

"But money alone isn't enough; without real ability, you won't be able to hold onto your wealth."

This fist blade is the white moonlight that Wu Hong has been longing for.

Not only is it of extremely high quality, but its ability to harm the soul, combined with its own Tiger Fiend, makes the sum of its parts greater than the sum of its parts.

He couldn't help but have an idea, and pretending nothing was wrong, he said:

Have you placed your bets on the forum?

Meng Chuan was admiring his spear when he heard the other person speak, and casually replied:
"Down."

After buying the Qigong Elixir, Meng Chuan still had over 3,000 credits left, which he had already invested all his remaining credits in.

Confidence needs no further explanation.

"How about we put in a little more effort? My second-grade treasured spear is called [Tiger Soul]."

The spear contains the ferocity of a tiger, no less powerful than a third-grade True Martial weapon. I'll bet my fist blade on it.

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Hong held the spear with one hand and twirled it twice. The spear tip gleamed coldly, as if a tiger was howling, and a faint bloody wind followed the spear's passage.

Meng Chuan pretended to be sizing someone up, and after a moment said directly:

"I'm not practicing the Tiger Form. Whether it's fierce or not, what does it have to do with me?"

How can a second-rank spear compare to the legacy of the third-rank Prince Xiang?

"OK then"

Wu Hong looked regretful. What the other party said was indeed reasonable. Without the tiger-shaped design, the value of this spear would be greatly reduced.

"Wait, if you can offer something of equal value, I'm willing to take the gamble with you."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I should get extra credits."

Upon hearing this, a sneer flashed in Wu Hong's eyes.

He thought to himself:

"What a greedy brat! Just wait and see what it means to be insatiable like a snake trying to swallow an elephant."

Wu Hong thought to himself, but his face was as warm as a spring breeze.

He smiled and said:

"Okay, how about adding a thousand credits for my junior brother?"

Why do all the people at headquarters love to verbally gain an advantage?
Both of these are the first major lifespans, so how did I become the junior brother again?
Meng Chuan casually said:
"Junior Brother Wu, at least five thousand."

"Junior Brother Meng has three thousand, that's the most we have."

"Ten thousand."

"Okay! Five thousand it is!"

Wu Hong gritted his teeth and said.

Anyway, they're all just empty promises; I'm 100% sure I'll win.

Even if we give this kid a million credits, so what? Can he even get them?

“Junior Brother Wu is so generous. As expected of a strongman from the headquarters, we are all students from remote mountain villages. The big boss from the headquarters is very generous in helping us.”

Wu Hong remained silent. He found that this man surnamed Meng was too glib, so he didn't bother arguing with him about who was better at talking.

He rubbed the gun barrel with his palms, his back slightly arched like a crouching tiger on a mountain ridge, his muscles and bones cracking.

A tiger's roar echoed from his body as the [Lu Wu Demon Slayer] technique was activated.

A fierce tiger-headed general, already outlined in a silhouette, holding a sword in his left hand and a shield in his right, quietly emerges from above his head.

The moment "Lu Wu" was born, Wu Hong's aura became majestic and supreme, as if he were a fierce general who had descended to the mortal world to eliminate evil and sweep across the four directions!

With a downward momentum, the fierce tiger-headed general underwent a further change. As his sword and shield clashed, he suddenly lowered his stance and abruptly entered Wu Hong's body.

Roar! ! !
A deafening roar, a hundred times stronger than Meng Chuanhu's, resounded throughout the surrounding area in that instant!

The essence, energy, and spirit are condensed into a single rope, acting on "Divine General Lu Wu" to further empower oneself!

The audience below the arena gasped in astonishment at this scene.

Even though the tiger's roar came through the screen, it was still incredibly awe-inspiring.

Watching duels between strong individuals can also greatly improve oneself.

Someone, their face flushed, excitedly said:
"After waiting for ages, the fight finally started. I couldn't understand what those two were saying in their gibberish."

"I don't know either, but it looks like our headquarters is going to win."

"Just look at that aura! Tsk tsk... I even doubt whether any second-level martial arts master could beat Wu Ge in this terrifying state."

The martial artists at headquarters looked extremely solemn.

Although the Lu Wu Demon-Slaying Skill is a unique internal cultivation method of Grandmaster Shang, it can still be learned in the main martial arts pavilion. However, one will need to pay some credits to its founder.

However, the difficulty of this core technique is arguably the highest among intermediate-level true skills.

If its higher levels hadn't yet been deduced, the power of its first few levels would be comparable to top-grade true skills.

Many of those who practice the tiger form have learned this method.

But judging from the information we have, no one can compare to Wu Hong, not even the six-aperture martial artists who are about to break through to the second level!
The opponent's "Lu Wu Divine General" is not only becoming more solid.

Even the [Kunlun Slash] and [Kaiming Yu] in his left and right hands can be condensed into a sword and a shield.

Both are vital artifacts for protecting Kunlun. When applied to the physical body, they can cleave through yin and yang, dividing day and night, or withstand powerful counter-curses.

If Lu Wu were to personally sweep away all evil spirits in the eight directions, and his shield were to be deployed, it would be as if even if Mount Buzhou were to collapse, it would be difficult to shake him in the slightest!
The respect people had for Wu Hong rose to a new level.

To be able to unleash such power with only three orifices truly lives up to the title of Tiger King; he is indeed a top-tier tiger-type prodigy!

Currently, apart from a few people whom Meng Chuan knew, everyone else on the field was shocked by Wu Hong's imposing presence.

I immediately realized that there was no suspense left in this [True Martial Arts Inheritance]!

"Can Lao Meng hold on? I'm fucking scared."

Xu Qingfeng muttered to himself, feeling that the "merged" human-headed tiger was too terrifying.

It truly embodies the meaning of "watching intently," as if it's about to jump out of the screen and devour you whole.

This is Wu Hong, the rising sun and sinking force after the transformation of Baihui.

It was breathtaking, its murderous aura soaring to the heavens!
Meng Jiaolong and her mother were also somewhat worried: Could Meng Chuan withstand it?
She silently prayed for Meng Chuan in her heart: Keep going!
At this moment, there was only one person in the entire arena who still held onto the belief that Meng Chuan would win.

That was his master, Luo Guanyun.

He stood up from the special guest seat, looked at the scene of "Lu Wu possessing him," crossed his arms, and said disdainfully:

"It's just a sham."

Upon hearing this, Shang Ruyi, who was some distance away, slowly stood up.

Under the tiger's gaze, two terrifying forces collided from a distance, enveloping a hundred-meter vacuum.

"Master Luo certainly has a high opinion of himself. He has only been at the advanced stage for a short time, yet he dares to presume to comment on the true skills of my sect?"

"Stop pretending to be a big shot. You're not even fully grown yet. When my disciple returns victorious, come up to the final arena and have a go at it with me!" Upon hearing this, Shang Ruyi's aura became even more terrifying, with cracking sounds constantly emanating from his body, as if shattering a vacuum.

Just as they were about to speak, Principal Sui's voice instantly entered their minds.

"Sit down, shut up, watch carefully, and don't make me say it a second time."

He could do whatever he wanted behind closed doors, but the two principals from the other school were making a scene, and their unwise behavior made him unhappy.

As the Heavenly King transmitted his voice, the two instantly wilted like eggplants after a frost, sitting down obediently and listlessly.

Shang Ruyi squinted at the screen. At that moment, Wu Hong had already launched his attack!

On the decisive stage, Wu Hong's spear tip exploded into blood lotus blossoms, and he seemed to see Meng Chuan's defeated appearance.

"A fake skill? Heh."

No one knew better than him how powerful Lu Wu's Demon-Slaying Skill was.

Let's see what it's really like!
On the top stage.

Looking at Wu Hong, who was now in perfect harmony with the tiger, Meng Chuan remained calm.

Chi——!
Wu Hong moved with lightning speed, his arms gripping the Tiger Soul Spear, from which a sky full of gray-white killing intent burst forth.

That murderous aura was extremely fierce, gathering and dispersing in mid-air, drifting into a vast and mighty tiger-shaped aura.

If it falls upon someone with a weak will, they will inevitably fall seriously ill and die, as is often the case.

The black and gold blade, shrouded in gray and white, crashed down fiercely. Meng Chuan raised an eyebrow; he recognized this move.

The wind pierces through the flowers!
The next moment, a cold glint flashed in Meng Chuan's eyes, and his feet trembled as he stepped forward.

clang! !

Wu Hong was too fast; he couldn't dodge.
But the lumps that suddenly bulged on his shoulder, hard as steel, withstood the blow.

Aside from some redness and swelling on my shoulder, I'm fine.

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Wu Hong's expression changed slightly. His hands, which were gripping the gun handle, became sweaty and slippery, so he immediately tightened his grip a little more.

His powerful strike was imbued with the aura of the Tiger Soul Spear and the full force of Lu Wu's Demon-Slaying Skill.

Its power is so great that it can penetrate the protective true energy of an ordinary martial artist, crushing the person and bones into a bloody pulp.

But when facing Meng Chuan, the sensation from the spearhead felt like hitting the root of Kunlun Mountain; the opponent didn't even budge an inch!

That's really exaggerated.

This round of probing proved that the rumors were true.

He is indeed a physical monster, a master of hard skills.

Meng Chuan squinted, tilted his head to look at the large spear on his shoulder, and gripped the shaft behind the spearhead with his large, fist-bladed hand.

With a forceful pull, Wu Hong almost slipped from his grasp, his hips twitching and his feet staggering.

Zhenwu is not so easy to disarm. After adjusting, Wu Hong glared with his tiger eyes. The dark gold patterns on the spear moved like living things, and the crimson eye stone burst out with a dazzling blood light!
A deafening tiger's roar came from the gun barrel, and the murderous aura solidified into a tiger's claw that tore towards Meng Chuan's wrist.

The fist blade and wrist rest were forcefully shaken open by two inches, and the gun barrel, like a dragon swinging its tail, broke free from between the fingers, bringing with it a string of sparks.

Taking advantage of the momentum, Wu Hong spun around and leaped into the air, the tip of his spear drawing a scarlet arc before falling again, instantly creating a bloody storm on the dueling platform!

"!!!"

A dark shadow flashed like lightning, and Wu Hong's eyes widened.

Before he could figure out what was happening, Meng Chuan once again precisely gripped the gun barrel!
Meng Chuan grinned, two puffs of white breath escaping from his nostrils, and said in a deep voice:
"Alright, thanks for the gun, junior brother. I'll accept it."

A moment later, a look of horror appeared on Wu Hong's face for the first time in mid-air!
It wasn't because Meng Chuan had spoken arrogantly, but because the scene before him was like a heavy hammer repeatedly crushing his heart, shaking his mind.

What did he see?
monster!

Meng Chuan's pores spewed out a violent white mist, which clamped down on the right arm of the spear, and a terrifying change was taking place inch by inch from the wrist to the shoulder.

The mounds that rise when exerting force resemble flower buds made of muscles, ready to bloom.

As white smoke exploded violently, it transformed into countless long, twitching, dark-colored muscle strips, like flower stamens drifting in the wind.

Splitting, squeezing, wrapping, expanding, it transformed into countless muscular pythons intertwining and merging. These pythons devoured and merged with each other, piling up on the skin's surface to form massive, hill-like tumors, which Meng Chuanniu exhaled with his nose.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
The "thump-thump" sound was like a living creature jumping around.

Below, let's not even talk about the stunned silence of the audience.

On the high platform.

The usually composed sect leader Chen Tuan suddenly stood up upon seeing this.

His face was practically screaming "Holy crap!"
He could naturally recognize what was going on with Meng Chuan's recent change.

This change was slightly beyond his expectations.
"Transforming the physical body into armor" is the ultimate and perfect state of the Qi-cultivating armor-wearing technique.

But what the hell is this "flesh turning into tumor" thing?
In that instant, countless thoughts surged through Chen Tuan's mind.

"Evil nature. Truly evil nature! Using spirit to cultivate essence? No. A mutation that occurs when essence and qi unite? That's somewhat possible."

The most likely scenario is that the reverse cultivation of the armor-wearing technique touches upon ancestral regression?

At the same time, Sui Chunqiu also suppressed his slight surprise.

He never expected that after nearly a year since they parted ways in Taihang, this kid would come up with some new tricks.

But seeing the look of horror on Old Master Chen's face, damn it was really satisfying!
He reached out and put his hand on Chen Tuan's shoulder.

His eyebrows twitched like coiled snakes, suppressing the joy that was about to rise and the secret delight surging within him.

He said calmly:

"Sigh, our school's [Infinite Fist - Meng Chuan] is nothing special, just mediocre stuff."

"Nothing special, how about you give him to me? I think he's suitable to join my Wudang sect, a born guardian deity."

Zhao Wuyin, who was standing nearby, also came over, his young face beaming as he said:

"Western Union also has the flaw of having an ordinary child, which I also want."

"Ah~"

Sui Chunqiu felt a surge of satisfaction once again.

Fight and scramble, that's how it is!
All three principals are masters in the martial arts world. Having passed the age of being brave and fierce, all that remains is their dedication to education.

At the same time, he glanced at the "Holy crap" expressions on the faces of the other school leaders.

The feeling of exhilaration, like a compressed spring, bursts forth even higher.

Back then, I overruled all objections and single-handedly rejected everyone's applications to pass Meng Chuan's master class without examination.

Today's scene, witnessed by everyone, proved just how sharp his judgment was.

In the field of education, who else but me!
Even killing the lord of a level four demon nest wouldn't be as satisfying as this moment.

This exhilarating feeling made Sui Chunqiu feel that he could only surpass this level when he himself reached the Great Sage realm.

Listening to the two superstar principals rambling on, he couldn't help but smile.

"Hahaha, take a look first, we'll talk about the rest later."

Bang! ! !
On the ground of the Duel Platform, he had a close encounter with Wu Hong's face.

A sound like a battering ram striking a city gate rang out, and Meng Chuan thought to himself:
"It's really sturdy."

Meng Chuan used the Tiger Soul Spear as a lever to pull Wu Hong down from the air and brutally slam him to the ground.

As the floating clouds dispersed, Wu Hong, though not seriously injured, was trembling violently as he absorbed the immense power coursing through his body.

Wu Hong slowly stood up, looking at Meng Chuan's bizarre, enormous arm covered in fleshy growths.

I have absolutely no idea what's going on.

He knew that Meng Chuan could enlarge his body to gain power, but what was wrong with this arm?
The terrifying force rendered him instantly powerless, causing him to fall from the sky—a completely unexpected turn of events.

Cough
A trace of blood appeared at the corner of Wu Hong's mouth, and he suddenly moved backward.

Using his speed advantage, he dodged Meng Chuan's follow-up punch, which was imbued with true qi, and flashed to a short distance away.

He had only superficially mastered one hard skill, and his defensive capabilities could not possibly compare to Meng Chuan's.

I accidentally suffered a blood rush to my head, and it really hurt.
At this moment, Wu Hong's body was being ravaged by a massive amount of force, which was frantically attacking his internal organs and tissues.

This is the combined effect of [Bone Penetration] and [Sharpness], delivering power through the entire body.

He had no way of cultivating qi or armor-like body techniques that could form an inner membrane to protect his internal organs, so he could only endure it by force!

Meng Chuan couldn't let his true energy flow through the spear shaft to exert force, otherwise this strike would have decided the outcome, what a pity.

But it doesn't matter. Just catch this scurrying "little mouse," infuse it with your inner energy, and deliver a quick punch.
To be honest, Meng Chuan was somewhat disappointed by Wu Hong's strength.

Aside from being faster than me, he's utterly useless!
Before seeing him, Meng Chuan thought that Lu Wu's possession was some kind of supernatural power.

Judging by appearances, it's not even comparable to the percentage boost to the body that comes from liberating oneself by 130%.

The changes in his arm were achieved through only 200% localized relief.

Next, it's time to quickly end the game.
"Oh?"

In an instant, the change in Wu Hong in the distance surprised him.

"Meng Chuan, you're overthinking it."

I only used 30% of my power. Now you can die in peace.

"The vicious tiger drives away its accomplices"

Before Wu Hong finished speaking, the gray-white evil aura around him suddenly boiled, churning like a tsunami, crowding together and then spreading out in a vast expanse.

His eyes suddenly widened, turning into vertical pupils that emitted a faint red glow.

A deep tiger's roar rolled from his throat, and three menacing ghostly phantoms condensed from the baleful aura behind him, swirling around his body and emanating an indescribable, deathly power.

Chi——!
His body was hanging upside down, three points of red light emanating from his eyes and the blade looking down from above!
The tip of the Tiger Soul Spear trailed a strange current of air as it furiously pierced through from top to bottom!
Three malevolent spirits embraced the spear, imbuing it with an incomparably terrifying, annihilating, and penetrating power. A strange aura rose from the spear tip, causing vortexes to stir in the void.

In the next instant, more than 2,400 points of Qi and Blood surged up dramatically, a fleeting glimpse as stunning as a thunderbolt!
This is the Tiger Form True Kung Fu Fist technique that his master taught him, although he only comprehended one move.

But Meng Chuan absolutely cannot withstand it!
【The vicious tiger drives away the evil spirits】—"The evil spirits patrol the lands"!
"True skill in martial arts!"

Despite the pressure, Meng Chuan's smile grew even more unrestrained and triumphant.

Now that's starting to get interesting!

I'm getting the hang of it.

It's that feeling that makes your heart race.

Fighting is fun!

He took a step forward, and as the flower bud on his chest fully bloomed, his body grew larger and larger as if being inflated.

Thump, thump! Thump!!!

His lower body was the first to become exceptionally thick, with countless muscles intertwined and solidified, making his weight extremely exaggerated.

With each step, the ground vibrated with an even louder sound, like the beating of war drums.

The upper body was also quietly covered by countless proliferating tumors, as if it were wearing a general's thick armor.

It starts from the waist and extends down to below the head, eventually piling up wildly at the neck, bulging like an Elizabethan collar made entirely of muscle.

"Kaka."

Meng Chuan's neck swayed left and right, and a ring of muscles came to life like a brown dragon. His terrifying right arm was wrapped with invincible martial will, and his true energy roared like a raging fire with a dull, scorching sound.

Ling Lie caught a glimpse of red light in the corner of his eye, and Meng Chuan lashed out with his right arm.

At the Bridge of Helplessness, the moon and the tiger's soul collided with a deafening roar.

It wasn't intentional to leave out a chapter. I intended to finish writing today, but the transportation industry is too busy on Saturdays, and I had limited time. Please forgive me.
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