I am a living immortal.

Chen Meng thought his palm strike was incredibly fast, but in the eyes of the old goat, it was just that. As the palm strike whistled, Chen Meng had no idea how his opponent would react. He had already prepared for the next move; if he met his opponent's attack, the air current would wrap around him like a giant python.

But the corners of the old goat's mouth curled up slightly, and Chen Meng's heart skipped a beat.

The next second, just as he had imagined, the old goat suddenly disappeared before his eyes. He had no idea when it disappeared, and he didn't even react.

Until a hand penetrated the turbulent airflow and gently patted his shoulder.

A very soft voice sounded in my ears:

"Too slow, first move."

It was really light, but it made his eardrums buzz, his eyebrows twitched subconsciously, and he jumped back in response to create some distance.

How could this be possible? It was impossible. There was a huge gap between me and the other person.

The old goat waved at Chen Meng, signaling him to make his second move.

Chen Meng subconsciously looked at the Crown Prince, who looked normal at the moment. But as an old man in the East Palace, he had been with the Crown Prince for five years and had already figured it out. The Crown Prince was aware of the trouble.

Then let the prince see more.

As he thought this, Chen Meng's energy surged once more, this time even more violently. He clenched his teeth, attempting to use the stinging pain to calm himself. The smell of blood rushed into his nose, then his brain.

He took a deep breath to calm himself.

Feeling the violent airflow rushing through his body, the next moment, his speed temporarily increased to a higher level, not only in speed, but also in attack power.

The boulders beneath my feet were shaking.

Chen Meng's airflow grabbed the old goat from all directions, like invisible arms.

The audience held their breath. Although they didn't understand what was happening on the field, this kind of fight was more amazing than a fist-to-fist fight.

Is this still a human being? People subconsciously asked.

But Chen Meng didn't have time to think about these questions. He used all his strength, even overdrawing his own life in exchange for a faster and stronger attack, just to force the old goat to be more serious.

But... he was disappointed. The old goat raised his hand and struck out, meeting Chen Meng's palm. He didn't apply any force, yet Chen Meng felt as if a violent gust of air had collided with a towering mountain. Despite his efforts, the mountain remained unmoved, while he, in turn, was flung back by his own reaction force, slamming heavily against the stone wall.

There was a loud heavy bang.

When the smoke and dust cleared, Chen Meng staggered to his feet.

"That was the second move. I didn't use any force. You knocked yourself out."

The gap...still a gap.

It was a gap that could not be filled by a short-term improvement. Just like the Grandmaster's realm, no matter how hard he tried, he could not take a single step forward.

&34;Cough! ! &34;

A mouthful of blood was spat out, with some blood clots.

This scene made everyone gasp, followed by cheers, cheers for the old goat. In the martial arts world, the weak do not deserve praise or sympathy.

"Are you still coming? I have one more trick."

"Come on!!!" Chen Meng didn't believe it. The heavy blow just now made his face flush red, but he still had a trick up his sleeve.

"Oh~"

The old goat observed the other man's stance, his cynicism fading. A hint of seriousness appeared in his eyes. Convection, as the name suggests, is the flow of energy produced by collisions. This energy is extremely violent and can harm both oneself and others. However, for someone like Chen Meng, who has been trained in special methods since childhood, his physical fitness has long since reduced the damage caused by these violent air currents to a nearly negligible level.

But this does not mean that he is completely immune to the damage caused by this airflow, especially when he forcibly uses force that exceeds his body's capacity, which will inevitably cause permanent damage to his body.

Chen Meng’s current condition is even more dangerous.

The flushed face was sickly, the blood coursing rapidly through the body, the heart pounding. The originally colorless air gradually turned blood red in the reckless collision, surrounding the surroundings. The blood-red air made even the old goat smell a hint of danger.

This almost self-destructive attack method amused the old goat. The young eunuch in front of him was truly loyal to the prince, but come to think of it, this was already akin to a death squad.

He didn't feel pity or anything, after all, it was the other party who chose the path himself.

&34;Come on.&34;

The old goat stretched out his hand: "You used half of your life to condense the strongest attack."

Chen Meng couldn't hear what the old goat was saying anymore. His eyes were bloodshot, and the next moment, the blood was like a blooming red spider lily, paving a bloody path. The bloody smell carried the air, wanting to tear everything in sight into pieces.

This airflow is already very dangerous.

The blood mixed in it was like fine needles, constantly piercing the old goat's body. This airflow roared and swallowed the old goat into its stomach.

After Chen Meng used this move, he felt completely drained, like a bloody corpse. His organs were shattered, his chest like a blower, and every breath was heavy. He stared intently at the old goat.

When the old goat faced this blood-filled airflow, he still admired it. However, even though he admired it, it still couldn't hurt him at all.

So he took action.

He looked at Chen Meng, made a fist with one hand and a palm with the other, and then collided his hands together.

This starting gesture left Chen Meng stunned. It felt strange, yet incredibly familiar. At that moment, he realized the disparity in talent.

&34;Watch this, kid.&34;

&34;Boom!!!&34;

The moment the fists and palms collided, the world was filled with only a dull thud. A stream of air burst forth from the old goat's body, more powerful and more stable than Chen Meng's. This stream of air transformed into arms, sometimes fists, sometimes palms.

Palm and fist collided, overwhelming the bloody airflow in a split second. Airflows collided, and the weaker one was crushed and disintegrated. And Chen Meng was the weaker one. The blood-red airflow was like a frenzied little beast, easily crushed to death by a giant's arm, leaving nothing behind.

The air flow still peacefully swirled around the arena. Chen Meng's mouth was filled with bitterness. This method of giving someone a taste of their own medicine truly shocked him.

And his methods were completely incomparable to the other party's. That steady airflow gathered around him, this control...

&34;I lost...&34;

After saying that, he fell straight to the ground.