With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 69 One Against a Hundred (3k)

It was late at night when Yuan returned home.

"How the hell is this absorbing my power?"

Because of the recent crackdown in Yong'an City, Yuan Huan has remained silent and has not allowed Wang Xudong to take action.

This resulted in the seeds within the body not receiving nourishment from fear for more than half a month.

Today, he inexplicably discovered that the seed of fear planted in his mind had suddenly begun to absorb his vital energy!
It is important to know that the Lingtai (a point on the mind) is a very important part of the human body.

It ensures mental clarity, clears the lungs and relieves heat, dispels cold and detoxifies. It is located slightly below the thoracic vertebrae, on the midline of the human body.

At that time, Yuan Huan followed the other party's instructions and refined the seed into his spiritual platform. He did not experience any discomfort.

"Old Yuan, don't overthink it. Look, this is how we do it, and there are no side effects."

After the man in black opened his mind, he allowed Yuan Huan to explore him. Only after Yuan Huan confirmed that there was nothing wrong with the medicine did he take it.

As a martial arts master at the second stage of his life, Yuan Huan's control over his body is beyond doubt.

At this moment, although his blood and energy had only decreased by a fraction of a second, it was clearly not a good sign.

He opened the bedside table in the bedroom and took out an encrypted phone specifically used to contact the other party.

[Hey! What's with this Seed of Fear? It's draining my life force today!]

What are you panicking about? Just kill someone and you'll make up for it, right?

Didn't you tell me there were no side effects?

[I don't think this counts as a side effect. Besides, you're so old; your blood and energy are declining faster than it's draining them away, aren't they? Stop overthinking it. Killing more people is better than anything else. He's dead!]

"Didi didi didi."

The call ended, and Yuan Huan was furious. He squeezed the phone so hard it twisted into a pretzel shape.

He felt like he had lost his mind and gotten on such a shady ship.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Yuan Huan rested her hands on her face, unable to calm down for a long time.

After a long while, he stood up, wiped his face, and looked determined.

"Now that things have come to this, execution is the key to overcoming confusion."

"Let's find some homeless people and beggars to feed first."

Because of their past experiences, these people are relatively numb and receive very little feedback from fear.

But Yong'an City is still outwardly relaxed but inwardly tense, so he dares not act rashly.

"Bear with it for now. Once I become a Grandmaster, you damned thing, I will kill you!"

Early the next morning.

Inside the Qi and Blood Testing Room of the Infinite Martial Arts School.

Meng Chuan, dressed in a pure black training uniform symbolizing his status as the senior disciple, began punching to measure his qi and blood after connecting to the sensing device.

Despite not having practiced the Guoyiquan style for a long time, Meng Chuan still performed it with great speed and fluidity, showing no signs of forgetting the routine.

After mastering the fist technique, unless one breaks through the fourth major limit to become a grandmaster and reaches an extremely profound level in the principles of the fist, one must practice repeatedly every now and then to consolidate the skills and prevent forgetting them.

It's not that his kung fu skills are lacking, but rather that the inertia of his muscles is to blame.

If you stop practicing, the relevant muscles will atrophy, and you will inevitably feel stiff when practicing martial arts.

Meng Chuan felt more and more that his thinking at the time was completely correct, so what if it was twelve years?

"Martial arts techniques that have already broken through their limits do not need to be practiced repeatedly, which can indeed save a lot of time. It's really good to have a certificate that you can keep forever."

To build a towering skyscraper, you must first lay a solid foundation. Only with a firm foundation can the building grow ever taller.

After the fight, Meng Chuan stood with his hands behind his back.

[Qi and Blood Value 14.81, has entered the fourth Qi and Blood barrier]

"Once you master the Luo family's Eight Extremes, you'll probably be able to break through the five barriers."

As soon as he stepped out of the measurement room, a large group of martial arts students surrounded him, begging Meng to teach them boxing.

He couldn't teach so many people, and he also needed to practice his own skills. After thinking for a moment, Meng Chuan came up with a good idea.

"Everyone, come with me to the stake area."

"Holy crap, look!"

Meng Chuan channeled his energy to the soles of his feet and flew towards the area of ​​wooden stakes.

His every step was silent, yet it propelled him several meters forward with tremendous force.

This is his path of cultivation beyond perfection, combining explosive power and agility, and is also the method to break through the limits of the [Light Body] trait.

[Step by Step: Perfect (45%) Awaiting Breakthrough]

[Limit Breaking Trait: Lightness (Beginner)]

With the final somersault, Meng Chuan landed steadily on the wooden stake.

The crowd looked on with admiration; Meng Chuan's simple demonstration had inspired them to strive for the same level of skill.

"Senior Brother Niuwa, is this the perfected level of movement technique?"

"I suspect that Brother Chuan'er is trying to improve the Inch Step again. It makes no sound at all, which does not match the fierce and explosive nature of the Inch Step."

Wang Yue glanced at Le Ping sideways.

"What do you know? How could a mere mortal like you possibly comprehend the level of my brother Chuan'er?"

Le Ping nodded, a rare occurrence, without making a move. Wang Yue was right.

He practiced even the smallest steps, but he didn't even reach the highest level, so he really couldn't understand it.

"Everyone, you may all come up and attack me. I will control my strength and stop when I repel you."

"During this process, I will point out the shortcomings in your boxing techniques."

"If you can force me to fall off the wooden stake, how about I treat everyone to milk tea later?"

Meng Chuan thought to himself:

"Apart from Wang Yue, who is a braggart, all the other students at the martial arts school practice Xingyi Cannon Fist."

"With my breakthrough-level comprehension ability, teaching like this should be more than enough. It not only saves a lot of time, but also allows me to practice my inch-step movement technique."

Seeing their senior brother preparing to take on a hundred men single-handedly, many students began to rub their hands together, eager to try. "Milk tea sounds good, I want to drink that Starbucks."

"Brothers, charge! Senior Brother is looking down on us!"

Le Ping cheered from below, but he was secretly plotting something.

Wouldn't it be wonderful if he could go up and pick up the scraps after everyone had exhausted Meng Chuan's strength?

As for whether he would get beaten up later, Le Ping said he couldn't care less about that now, he just wanted to have fun first!
Hearing someone barking, Meng Chuanhui's sharp eyes locked onto the target.

"Le Ping, you come up first and set an example for your junior brothers!"

"Brother Chuan is here."

The plan failed, and Le Ping was extremely frustrated.

With no other option, he took a deep breath and jumped onto the wooden stake.

"I've offended Brother Chuan!"

Le Ping charged toward Meng Chuan, his fist already in position during the charge, ready to fire.

He was about to be hit, but he remained calm and composed.

“Watch closely, you must be like your senior brother Yue, combining body techniques and fist techniques, treating the two as a whole, not separating them.”

Meng Chuan said, lightly tapping the edge of the stake with the back of his foot, and then sliding to the next wooden stake, thus avoiding the attack.

As the New Year passed, Le Ping had not made no progress. Although his Qi and blood had not yet broken through the fourth level, his boxing skills were noticeably more agile than before.

Seeing Meng Chuan dodge, he stretched out his leg and stomped hard on the wooden stake.

In an instant, the powerful thrust propelled him rapidly to Meng Chuan's side, before unleashing a powerful punch.

This is—a direct hit!

Seeing this, Wang Yue shouted from below:
"Little Lezi, are you going to devour your master?"

Wang Yue was still lingering at the second stage of Qi and Blood Barrier. In his opinion, Le Ping was indeed a bit too fierce at this moment.

However, the result is obvious.

Not to mention that in Meng Chuan's eyes, Le Ping's speed was as slow as a snail's pace.

Having undergone so much combat training, his on-the-spot reaction in battle had long been honed to the point that it was almost instinctive.

Facing the incoming heavy punch, Meng Chuan remained motionless. Sensing the opportunity to strike, his right hand shot out like an eagle swooping down on a rabbit, precisely seizing Le Ping's forearm.

With a gentle twist inwards, he lifted his hand and threw the entire person off the wooden stake.

"Ahhh!"

"It hurts, Chuan-ge!"

Le Ping was thrown several meters away. Meng Chuan didn't exert any force. He sat on the floor, shaking his wrist and pretending to wail, but he was actually a little confused.

"Before, he could only push me back several steps, but now Brother Chuan is so strong, he threw me away with one hand?"

The students standing below were immediately dumbfounded.

In their eyes, Meng Chuan was as fast as lightning, completing the entire defensive counter-attack maneuver in less than half a second.

Everyone couldn't help but sigh:
"Family members, does anyone recognize this?! Isn't this the Lightning Fist? It's so cool, holy crap!"

"The eldest brother's fist technique is invincible."

"What's most terrifying about the eldest brother is his speed of improvement. He's not even 17 years old yet! I estimate that it won't be long before even the instructors, or even Master Luo, will be no match for him."

Meng Chuan choked a little.

"cough cough"

These people are really good at bragging; they even dare to piggyback on Master Luo's fame.

"Keep going, everyone, let's go!"

Chaos erupted on the wooden stake. With a few flashes of movement, a student was sent flying backward, tumbling to the ground like a gourd.

Meng Chuan adhered to the principle of treating everyone equally, and each student was first dodged before being thrown down.

"When throwing a straight punch, your arm must be fully extended and not retracted!"

With a guiding voice in his mind, Xu Fei descended with a "whoosh".

"The sound of the cannon is generated by force; pay attention to the transmission of force."

"Another dud. Don't be too ambitious. Practice the basic movements thoroughly before trying to generate a firing sound."

Ten minutes later, only Meng Chuan remained standing on the wooden stake, and the students below looked at him as if they were gazing at the moon from the bottom of a well.

Today is the new instructor's turn to teach, and seeing Meng Chuanzhi's impressive skills, he couldn't help but sigh in admiration.

"The Yangtze River's back waves push the front waves forward; this kid is truly terrifying."

After getting off the vehicle, Meng Chuan opened the "Eat It" app and ordered milk tea for everyone.

"It's only a little over a thousand yuan in total, but it's good that it can make everyone happy."

Before long, eight riders arrived with milk tea in tow.

After everyone had started drinking, Meng Chuan went to the side to continue driving the piles.

Although he had fought against about a hundred people, his muscles did not feel too sore, only a slight feeling of blood rushing to his head.

He practiced as he fought.

"The Heavy Strike trait is so useful. The first effect is to increase stamina, and the second effect is to make my punches and kicks more powerful."

“In the past, I really couldn’t have thrown a hundred or so people out of the way; I would have been exhausted.”

Martial arts sparring is not simply a contest of health points, where whoever has the higher health points is guaranteed to win.

The strength of one's fighting style, the difference in skill level, and the difference in power are all important factors that affect the outcome of a match.

Some martial arts geniuses, possessing practical combat traits such as "the strength of nine oxen," "eagle eyes," and "unwavering resolve," can challenge opponents of higher ranks as easily as eating and drinking when they are at a lower level.

The emergence of the [Heavy Strike] trait compensated for Meng Chuan's weakness in strength, allowing him to take another solid step towards becoming a well-rounded warrior.

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