With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 304 My Tiger Soul! Dominating the World!
Stab it--!
Two True Martial Arts made of countless extraordinary materials collided, creating a crackling spark.

Immediately following, a long series of striking sounds followed.

The explosive sound on the final stage was enough to shatter the eardrums of martial artists.

Both of them transformed into phantoms, streaking across the clouds like shooting stars. Meng Chuan became even more terrifying under the power of Hun Tian.

Chi——!
A large chunk of flesh on his shoulder was torn apart, and Wu Hong felt a jolt in his head, his mind reeling from the intense, burning pain in his nerves.

Fortunately, he managed to dodge quickly.

If someone grabs you by the neck, you're not guaranteed to die, but you'll at least suffer a fate worse than death.

He flicked the tip of his pistol backward, and the ghostly howl accompanied by a chilling aura.

With a series of thrusts, flicks, drills, points, and sweeps, dozens of blades exploded in one breath, their movements so seamless that the human eye could not discern their true nature; all that could be heard was the continuous buzzing and shrieking.

With Meng Chuan's reaction speed in this state, he doesn't need eyes at all in battle. Every part of his body can be used for perception, and he can perceive and understand everything in the sky, on the ground, and in all directions!

His figure appeared like a fleeting shadow, materializing from the clouds for a moment before vanishing with a "whoosh".

In his view, Wu Hong was still flustered.

What a fool you are to spread your forces so thinly!
"Are you ready?"

Wu Hong's figure, which had been dancing wildly like a madman, suddenly froze. He didn't understand what Meng Chuan meant.

"Jie Jie"

A sharp, sinister laugh came from the sky, the clouds were pushed apart and scattered, and the fist blade twisted and turned, firmly gripping Wu Hong's chest.

Through!

Click——!
Stab it--!
The sound of bones breaking and the pleasurable sensation of the blade tip tasting the internal organs rang out simultaneously.

A figure, like a comet falling to earth, pierced through countless clouds and mists surrounding the Duel Platform.

A white streak was drawn across the air, and under immense pressure, countless radial fissures shot out from both sides of the streak.

Wu Hong's body was taut like a bowstring pulled back, his eyes bulging, revealing intense resentment in his tiger-like gaze.

After being caught by Shang Ruyi, she looked at the final moment of the battle before fainting.

From afar, all you could see was a tiny figure, waving a long object at you.

"My Tiger Soul!!!"

The final battleground where only one person remains.

A few breaths later, as the white mist dissipated, the brown monster in the mist gradually shrank in size.

The flower stamens on his chest gradually gathered together, and Meng Chuan returned to his original normal human form, reaching a state of 200% to 90% liberation.

Awakening from his frenzied battle state, he examined the newly acquired treasure in his hands, secretly thinking to himself:

"Wu Hong is quite strong, but unfortunately he ran into me."

Without a series of special qualities, he would definitely not be a match for Wu Hong, who possessed over two thousand units of Qi and blood and three mutated apertures.

But unfortunately, there aren't that many "what ifs" in this world.

In the blink of an eye, the fight between the two lasted less than a minute.

In its fully evolved form, Meng Chuan defeated it in no time, without any suspense.

"Ok?"

Meng Chuan was about to descend the bronze chain when he sensed something amiss with the dragon demon within his body.

His mind shifted, and looking at the big gun in his hand, he instantly understood what was going on.

"Can the Dragon Demon absorb the tiger's aura on this spear?"

With a thought, Meng Chuan suppressed the Dragon Demon back into his middle dantian, put the spear behind his back, and grabbed the chain with one arm, preparing to go down.

"We'll study it again when we get back. Let's start with this first."

His nose tugged at the wind, and as soon as he took a step down, the entire summit platform suddenly sank.

With a loud rumble, Meng Chuan withdrew his foot and waited quietly for the ground to land.

Five minutes later, the summit platform was seamlessly embedded in the ground.

With his feet firmly planted on the square, Meng Chuan felt much more at ease.

People always feel a bit unsteady when they're high in the air, but this feels much more comfortable.

Meng Chuan looked around, but there was not a sound coming from the huge square.

Everyone was utterly shocked, and the martial artists were pale-faced, still reeling from Meng Chuan's terrifying appearance.

The next instant, Luo Guanyun appeared beside him and raised Meng Chuan's arm, which was not holding a gun.

"Can we have some noise for the newly promoted martial arts master of the All-Union University, [Infinite Fist - Meng Chuan]?"

After a moment of silence, the martial artists from the branch school started the conversation.

Immediately afterwards, the entire audience erupted in cheers, and the word "Awesome!" echoed across the square for a long time.

Meng Chuan proved everything with his abilities!
One of the warriors in the headquarters gave a bitter smile and said regretfully:

"Damn it, I'm the one standing on the side of the road."

"Chief Meng! Awesome!"

The members of this unit were captivated by Meng Chuan's ferocious fighting style.

In the path of martial arts, strength and weakness are determined by fists.

Although Meng Chuan was from a branch campus, at this moment, he was still the 88th graduate of the North United University.

[The True Martial Arts Transmission]!
He can't leave yet; a coronation ceremony for his true lineage awaits him.

Meng Chuanxian returned to his seat in the audience and walked through the crowd. Wherever he went, people greeted him.

"Good morning, Chief!"

Meng Chuan nodded with a smile, "You changed your tune so quickly."

"Greetings, Senior Meng, the Fist of Infinite Power!"

Meng Chuan still smiled. This kid seems to be a friend of that Xin guy from earlier. He's quite clever.

Seeing that he was about to sit down, the person next to Xu Qingfeng immediately stood up and bowed, saying:
"Hello, Brother Chuan!"

"it is good"

Meng Chuan continued to smile; the other person must have heard him address him as someone he knew.

You get the hang of it very quickly!
After sitting down, Xu Qingfeng and Meng Jiaolong excitedly grabbed his arm.

"Damn! Well done, Lao Meng! You've really hit the jackpot this time. You've earned back all the credits you earned from investing in Wu Hong!"

"What do you mean?" Xu Qingfeng realized he had let something slip and quickly gave an embarrassed smile.

"Hey, it's nothing."

Meng Jiaolong was so excited that she didn't say a word.

She hugged Meng Chuan's arm and pinched it, trying to see where all his muscles were hidden.

With a thought, Meng Chuan's arm grew a muscle ball, which nudged Meng Jiaolong's hand, eliciting a soft cry.

"So cool!"

Meng Jiaolong did not find Meng Chuan's appearance at this moment, or on the final stage, terrifying.

She was drawn to Meng Chuan's tough-guy nature from the tomb of King Xiang.

His form just now was incredibly hard!

"Let's transform again."

"Stop fooling around, Meng Chuan is about to go on stage to receive his award."

In the distance, Chen Qiushui slowly walked over and opened her mouth to persuade him.

Upon seeing her mother arrive, she quickly released Meng Chuan's arm.

Looking up, I was surprised to find that Chen Qiushui's face showed no sign of life.

"Strange"

Little did they know, Chen Qiushui had long since stopped caring about these things.

They're both adults, what's there to interfere with? She's an "enlightened" mother.

If Meng Chuan could become my son-in-law, that would be a wonderful thing.
She said to Meng Chuan:

"Well done, clean and decisive. Sit here and rest for a while while Principal Sui makes preparations. I'll go with you to the coronation ceremony later."

As Chen Qiushui spoke, an irrepressible smile appeared at the corner of her eyes.

As the person in charge of Meng Chuan, he cultivated a true master of martial arts.

Both the main campus and the Yong'an branch campus will offer her rewards suitable for martial arts masters.

This is a rare martial arts resource that money can't buy, so she was naturally very happy.

Since Meng Chuan came to the Master Class, Chen Qiushui has found that he seems to benefit from it every now and then.

It's like resources just fall from the sky while you're sitting at home; Meng Chuan is really awesome.

Thinking about this, she pondered in her heart:

"These things are reciprocal. I should help him more in the future in martial arts. There is give and take, and that is the right way."

Unconsciously, Chen Qiushui had already elevated Meng Chuan's status in her heart, almost placing him on the same level as herself.

There is only one reason for this, and that is...
Throughout history, none of the martial arts masters from the Northern Associated University have been bad!
Each generation of true disciples is an invincible martial arts prodigy of their time, dominating the world.

Ultimately, one will start as a Grandmaster and become virtually unrivaled even among Grandmasters of the same level.

There are even two at the Martial Arts King level, which is not a small number.

Because the entire history of the National Southwest Associated University is less than a century.

In the future, more martial arts kings, and even the most powerful saints, will emerge from among them.

Chen Qiushui firmly believed that Meng Chuan would definitely be among the world's top experts at that time!
In the distance, next to Shang Ruyi, the dean of the school hospital was giving Wu Hong emergency treatment.

The dean's hand emitted a soft blue light, carrying the fragrance of herbs and trees, and after a moment, he stopped the bleeding from the chest.

"Master Shang, your disciple's body is now completely healed."

However, the internal and mental injuries are quite severe, requiring the use of healing items of the highest quality.

Shang Ruyi stared at his apprentice, his eyes filled with concern.

"Use it, deduct it from my credits, my disciple will be fine."

The dean nodded and said:
"Okay, so the injury to his chest will affect the growth and development of his meridians."

Even after the recuperation period ends, one cannot practice standing meditation; it will at least be a two-month or longer break.

"Understood, thank you Dean Gao."

Beside him, Wu Hong had already awakened under the nourishment of the blue light.

Upon hearing what the dean said, his vision immediately went black.

Not being able to practice standing meditation for three months will greatly affect the time it takes to advance to the second stage of cultivation.

One step slower, every step slower!
This pained him even more than losing the true essence of martial arts.

Even now, Wu Hong still can't understand why Meng Chuan was so abnormal.

"Master, do you think hard kung fu is really that powerful?"

Shang Ruyi remained silent for a moment, then nodded.

"When all the laws of the world are cultivated to their highest level, they all have their own wondrous paths of freedom."

Because the external training method cannot provide qi and blood, it was not valued in the era of qi and blood martial arts.

But its importance is self-evident; it not only assists in the growth of the three flower essences, but as the old saying goes, health is the foundation of everything.

Wu Hong nodded silently.

He made up his mind that since he couldn't practice stance training for the next few months, he would use the time to intensively train his body.

Since there are weaknesses, let's work on them and fight the Infinite Fist again in the future!

Coming to his senses, he gave a bitter smile and said apologetically:
"Master, I've disgraced you, I even lost Tiger Soul to that Meng Chuan."

"It's okay. Shame will motivate us to fight back. We'll win next time."

"I also lost 5,000 credits in a bet."

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Shang Ruyi got a little carried away.

Tiger Soul grants 5,000 credits; let alone him, even a Five Limit Venerable would feel a little pained.
"But don't worry, Master, I'll definitely win it all back next time!"

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He was heartbroken and didn't want to talk much.

In the audience, there were also medical martial arts practitioners checking on Meng Chuan's condition.

(End of this chapter)