Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 402 Fist Fighting (Part 7)

Bang! ! !

So, Guo An did manage to block it, but he was swept off the platform like a fallen leaf by the autumn wind.

"Pah, this tortoise shell is really hard." Meng Ren spat and looked at Guo An, who had just gotten up from the ground. "You're not bad, you can block 30% of my strength."

"you?!"

Even with Guo An's good temper, he was instantly enraged to the point of near death, his face turning red.

You mean to start a fight, and if you win, you win. But what's with the sarcastic remarks?

Guo An remained silent, pushed away the disciples around him who wanted to help him, gritted his teeth and tried to rush forward again, but was immediately pulled back by Xiao Zhong behind him.

"Junior Brother Meng, we are all disciples of Jingtian Manor, so we should be careful with our words. Let's be mindful of our speech, lest we accidentally get beaten to death when we're out and about!"

Immediately, Xiao Zhong stared intently at Meng Ren, his words carrying a veiled threat.

"Huh? Not bad." Unexpectedly, whether Meng Ren was genuinely naive or feigning ignorance, he sized up Xiao Zhong a few times, a fighting spirit slowly surging in his eyes. He excitedly said, "Come on, come on, you're not bad, let's have a fight!"

Xiao Zhong's aura was calm and steady, and his blood and qi were expanding and compressing, completely different from Shen Qiuling and Guo An just now. It was obvious at a glance that his strength was a notch above.

"Hmm?" Xiao Zhong's face darkened, and his anger flared up instantly.

He carefully observed Meng Ren's performance from below the stage. The characteristics of his strength and techniques were actually similar to the standard of the third level of mastery of true skill. The only difference was the terrifying amplification brought by his Ironwood Body, which made him extremely defensive and unafraid of overwhelming force. Moreover, he had extremely strong strength and endurance, and could use his full strength in every punch.

Even ordinary martial arts practitioners, with the added strength, inevitably experience some exertion and loss of breath when throwing punches.

But Meng Ren was different. When he threw a punch, he seemed to need no respite at all. He threw one punch after another without exhaustion, displaying terrifying stamina.

Furthermore, this person has extensive combat experience and a strong fighting spirit…

No wonder he could defeat people of higher cultivation levels than him...

However, a cold smile flashed across Xiao Zhong's lips.

Unfortunately, he came from a military family and was also skilled in combat, possessing a wealth of fighting techniques.

Moreover, his cultivation level was several levels higher than Meng Ren's... He was confident that he could defeat his opponent within ten rounds.

And now, the other side actually dares to provoke him...

Thinking of this, he strode forward, ready to go.

"Xiao Zhong!"

Zhong Han quickly shouted in a low voice and pulled him back.

"Are you crazy? The opponent is only at the third level of true skill!" She emphasized the last sentence.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Zhong immediately stopped in his tracks, his face turning grim.

The boxing match is held in both the inner and outer arenas. The inner arena is for disciples with a true skill level of six or above, while the outer arena is for disciples with a true skill level below six.

Meng Renzhen's skill is at level three, while his is at level six. According to the rules, this is not allowed.

not to mention…...

He looked around.

Chen Yuxiang, the chief disciple of Mingfeng Academy, and the female disciple behind her stood opposite him, smiling, subtly blocking his path. Even if the rules allowed it, the people from Mingfeng Academy would not allow him to go on stage.

Thinking of this, Xiao Zhong's face darkened even more. A sixth-level True Skill fighter fighting a third-level True Skill fighter would not sound good even if word got out.

Is that the end of it?

Yet, on the high platform, Meng Ren's sarcastic remarks continued unabated.

"Are you coming up or not? Senior sister, don't stop him. Let him come up, let's have a fight. Just one fight."

Chen Yuxiang was speechless.

Junior Brother Meng Ren is good in every way. He has a nice personality and is a good person when you get along with him. However, when he gets into a fight, he reveals his true, stubborn nature. He keeps spouting trash talk and looking for someone to fight. He is simply a born mocker.

Sometimes, when she gets really crazy, even she can't handle it.

If the head of the academy hadn't specifically instructed her to take good care of Meng Ren before leaving, she really wouldn't have wanted to bring Meng Ren out. At that moment, she simply rolled her eyes, said nothing, and just stood there.

No one paid any attention to Meng Ren, which made him increasingly irritable.

"Where are they? Is anyone else going to come up and fight?" He looked towards the Nine-Bend Academy's team. "Can't you guys be more straightforward? Just say so if you're not sure. Send someone who can fight me. You're either women or weaklings. Does the Nine-Bend Academy even have anyone?"

After he said this.

Xiao Zhong was furious, his anger blazing.

Zhong Han's face was also ashen; even with her gentle nature, she felt an urge to kill.

Right then and there, she wanted to take back what she had just said and have Xiao Zhong go up and beat Meng Ren into submission.

Unfortunately, Chen Yuxiang and another disciple from Mingfeng Academy stood in their way, preventing them from interfering.

The Jiuqu Academy's group was in an uproar. Several disciples stood up simultaneously, staring at Meng Ren with hostile eyes.

Sun Zheng and Zhan Xiuying, the two remaining survivors of the third level of True Skill, couldn't help but start arguing with Meng Ren.

"Who the hell are you cursing?" Sun said angrily, his face flushed red.

"What did I say? What, these days, you can't even tell the truth?" Meng Jian retorted, looking annoyed.

"Did you swear? Who's the trash? Your whole family is trash!" Sun Zheng was even angrier.

"Haha, I'm trash? Come on, come up here and fight me. Whoever loses is trash!" Meng Ren beckoned and provoked.

"Fine, let's fight!" Sun Zheng roared, his anger surging, and he was about to charge forward.

A scholar can be killed but not humiliated; he could not bear such an insult.

Zhan Xiuying and several disciples quickly stopped him. "You're going up? This is ridiculous! Even the strongest fighters in the outer arena, Senior Sister Shen Qiuling and Senior Brother Guo An, are no match for this guy. You're just Hakimi, who just broke through to the third level of True Skill. What good will it do you go up there?"

Do you want to be punched and kicked until you vomit blood, and then humiliated again?

That would just be sending yourself to your death.

"It's boring, it's boring." Sun Zheng was unhappy, but Meng Ren was even more unhappy. His purpose in going on stage was to find a powerful expert to fight and hone his martial arts skills.

The results of it?

"What a waste of my time!" He spat fiercely in the direction of Jiuqu Courtyard.

However, all that was met with angry curses from the people of Jiuquyuan was their inability to do anything else.

There's no way around it. The strongest Shen Qiuling and Guo An have both lost. Who else can step up and stop the unstoppable Meng Ren?

The commotion at Jiuqu Courtyard and Mingfeng Courtyard was quite significant, with continuous greetings to family members, which had long since attracted the attention of the senior disciples of Jingtian Manor.

Zhong Yunxiu sat in the main seat, her face extremely ugly, her heart filled with anger.

These heads of various academies possess incredibly powerful senses; even from a distance, they could clearly hear and see the performance of Meng Ren and the disciples of the Nine-Bend Academy.