With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 405 The new wonder of martial arts is about to explode!

Meng Chuan heard the once powerful female martial artist address him as "senior".

He smiled and said:
"It's alright, I'll sit for a while and wait for Principal Yang. Teacher An, you can go ahead and do your work."

An Jing turned slightly to the side and slowly left.

Although my current identity is the principal's secretary at the Yong'an campus.

The reason for such a humble attitude is partly due to a previous minor misunderstanding.

On the other hand, the other party is the only true disciple of Wuji at the Yong'an campus.

Moreover, Meng Chuan's various achievements were well-known throughout the school.

This top-tier prodigy among martial arts geniuses has overshadowed countless peers, truly deserving the title of "unparalleled among his generation."

Such a person is far beyond the realm of Grandmaster.

Whether they are Venerable Ones, Heavenly Kings, or Martial Saints, no one can fathom their future.

Therefore, she must have a good attitude to satisfy Senior Meng Chuan.

Stepping out of the principal's office suite, An Jing's nails dug deeply into her palms, a bitter taste mixed with a sudden realization.

Perhaps switching to an administrative position is not a sign of giving up, but rather a conscious choice made after recognizing one's own limitations.
Meng Chuan had no idea that An Jing had imagined so much in such a short time.

With nothing else to do, it's a good time to practice standing meditation.

As he pondered the principles of the Five Elements martial arts and felt the extension of his meridians, time flew by without him noticing.

Suddenly, a voice echoed in my mind:
"Sorry to keep you waiting, come in, Xiao Meng."

President Yang, dressed in a loose-fitting Southwest Associated University dragon robe, gestured for Meng Chuan to sit down and speak.

"I sent a letter of inquiry before the new year. Here are the replies from Wudang and Shaolin. Take a look."

Meng Chuan took the document and examined it, finding that both factions welcomed his arrival.

Shaolin, in particular, constantly praises itself as a "Buddha's disciple".

The intention to win him over was obvious in his words.

Seeing this, Yang Huan couldn't help but give some instructions:
"Wudang is alright, but be careful when you go to Shaolin. Those bald guys are too good at winning people over. Don't forget that the United Nations is your home."

Meng Chuan nodded, touching his bald head, feeling that Principal Yang had also insulted him.
Yang Huan knew that time was precious, so he told Meng Chuan to raise any questions he had about cultivation as soon as possible.

Meng Chuan didn't stand on ceremony, and the two of them went on a question-and-answer session for nearly half an hour.

Before leaving, Yang Huan handed Meng Chuan a small, round stone that was completely black and shimmered with a faint blue light.

"This is a one-time use rare item, the [Record Stone]. The blue light emanating from its surface is the true energy of my martial arts when I unleash my full power."

It contains three of my full-force attacks. By contacting it with my martial will, I can instantly unleash them. After three strikes, it will shatter and destroy itself.

"Thank you, Principal."

Meng Chuan was excited. This thing was like the life-saving item given to the sect's patriarch by the genius disciples in the storybooks when they came down from the mountain.

This time, I really have a trump card up my sleeve.

Lao Yang's full power is probably unstoppable by anyone below the Venerable level.

Yang Huan laughed:

"You are a true disciple of Martial Arts. This is a protective measure that every true disciple of the United Nations University takes when they travel. There's no need to be so polite."

But Yang Huan did not mention what happened when the rest of the true disciples descended the mountain.

These are all lower-grade image-recording stones, capable of holding only one powerful attack.

Considering Meng Chuan's penchant for causing trouble, coupled with his truly exceptional talent.

Despite the pain, Lao Yang still gave Meng Chuan the best photo stone.

These disposable oddities aren't cheap either.

Even excluding his fee, a high-quality memory stone that can be activated three times would cost over 100 million.

Meng Chuan carefully put the photo stone away from his body and left the principal's office.

He stayed up all night practicing standing meditation and just finished discussing martial arts principles with Principal Yang. Now, practicing boxing and body training is taking a toll on his mental energy.

After thinking about it, it just so happened that Grandmaster Chen Qiushui was teaching his weekly martial arts theory class at that moment.

They got up and set off, knowing it might not be over yet.

Upon arriving at Wude Building, I saw the students from the Grandmaster Class coming down in groups of three or five.

Meng Chuan knew he had arrived too late.

"Forget it, I'll go back and practice for a while, a low-intensity Five Elements Fist."

He had just turned around when he heard Chen Qiushui's voice, like a thin thread, enter his ear:

"Come to my office."

office.

"You've broken through the second limit. Now you should intensify your cultivation and surpass us old-timers as soon as possible."

Chen Qiushui looked at the tall student in front of her and felt a sense of emotion.

As the person in charge of Meng Chuan, she understood better than most how terrifying Meng Chuan's talent was.

The other person seems to possess endless potential, which can never be fully explored and its bottom can never be seen.

Meng Chuanyue bowed and smiled wryly, repeatedly saying he dared not accept such a thing.

After speaking, Chen Qiushui, dressed in a smart martial arts uniform, stood in front of him.

His body's qi and blood were as deep and vast as the sea, propelling an invisible martial arts force within the room, almost solidifying into a tangible form.

His gaze was as calm as an ancient well, yet it made Meng Chuan feel as if he were being stared at by the entire world.

Although she was not even up to my shoulder, her terrifying aura was overwhelming.

Meng Chuan gave people the feeling of looking up to a towering mountain, making people subconsciously feel respect.

This is the aura of a martial arts master after unleashing their power, unlike the second or third level, it is as intimidating as a drawn sword.

Instead, it is majestic and grand, like towering mountains, and like the vast sky that encompasses all things.

Chen Qiushui slowly withdrew her imposing aura and asked:
"This is my aura and magnetic field. How does it feel?"

Meng Chuan thought for a moment, then pondered and said:
"It's so heavy, and it has a kind of back-to-basics texture."

My master had previously demonstrated the aura of a martial arts grandmaster to me.

However, at that time he only had a limited understanding of will, and he didn't have a deep feeling for it, let alone understand what "momentum" was. Chen Qiushui nodded to himself. Meng Chuan's comprehension was indeed good, and it was a comfortable student to teach.

Entrusted by Luo Guanyun, she was giving her apprentice special instruction today.

Explanation of the control and application of martial arts techniques.

This is the second major compulsory course, and it is also the foundation.

"Continue to use your divine sense to perceive carefully and pay attention to the changes in the situation."

After saying that, Chen Qiushui raised her right arm, and a faint blue light flowed down the base of her upper arm to her palm, then enveloped her entire arm perfectly.

Then, she adopted a starting stance in a style of boxing that Meng Chuan was unaware of.

The moment the fist clenched, an aura burst forth.

A bluebird with wings floating on clouds manifested with the momentum of the energy, circled around the body once, and then landed back into the body.

"This is my swan-like aura, and also the aura of martial arts."

Although there are some differences from the Xingyi school, the methods of stimulation are the same. Do you have any insights?

Meng Chuan nodded and said:
"I would like to ask Master Chen to demonstrate a few more times so that I can study them carefully."

If you don't understand, just ask. He won't pretend to know what he doesn't.

"it is good."

As soon as he finished speaking, the bluebird soared into the sky once more.

Following Chen Qiushui's direction, it rushed out of the window, shattered the clouds, and then dissipated into specks of blue light.

Once his body solidified, he appeared on the windowsill.

Birds flew around in circles, chirping incessantly.

The next moment, it hovered and stood on Chen Qiushui's shoulder.

The bird's head, in an anthropomorphic manner, pecked up and down, helping to straighten the stray hairs at her temples that had become disheveled from exertion.

She continued demonstrating while offering pointers:

"The concept of martial arts is just a general term. In reality, it is a product of the combination of strength, true energy, and fist techniques, manifested in a concrete form."

The fist stance in boxing is the concrete manifestation of the martial arts stance, and the martial arts stance is the source of the fist's power.

When the two are used flexibly and integrated together, it is like what I am doing now, making the sparrow-shaped momentum seem to come alive, relying on the fist momentum to advance and coexist.

The Xingyi School's approach is more like bringing the invisible magnetic field around the body to life. It could be the powerful force of a landslide, or the resilient force of flowing water cutting through stone, or…

Meng Chuanting nodded repeatedly, even though Master Chen was not from the same faction as him.

But the other person's teaching ability is absolutely top-notch, and he can understand it completely.

After seeing Chen Qiushui demonstrate again, Meng Chuan pondered to himself:

"If I want to control the power of martial arts, I must start by compressing the magnetic field of my aura."

"Condense it, gather it at the tip of your fist, and then try to combine it with the punching motion, ultimately bringing my energy to life."

"Give it a try, and find the problems in practice."

Chen Qiushui gathered the bluebird into her body and said softly.

"Alright, Master Chen, would you like to move to another place? I'm worried I might lose control."

He planned to try his best, fire-attribute fist techniques.

Fearing things would get out of control, they set fire to Chen Qiushui's office.
"It's alright, with me here, you can do whatever you want."

Her 200-square-meter office space is definitely enough for Meng Chuan to practice martial arts techniques.

"Okay, then I'm here."

After saying that, Meng Chuan instantly channeled his inner energy, which then surged into fire-attribute true energy that surrounded his arms.

His martial will compressed the magnetic field around his body, emitting a grating, crackling sound.

"Don't let the two conflict; go with the flow and carefully understand these four words."

Hearing Chen Qiushui's advice, Meng Chuan tried to relax.

First, appease them, then guide them gently, rather than resorting to violent suppression.

"That's right."

Chen Qiushui nodded secretly.

The magnetic field of energy was pushed and gathered on the arms by a pair of invisible hands.

As the fist technique gradually took shape, crimson true energy condensed into flowing fire patterns at the tip of the fist, and each breath brought forth a scorching wave of air.

A hint of approval flashed in Chen Qiushui's eyes.

He truly deserves to be called a top-tier martial arts genius; he grasps the concepts instantly.

The flames burned brighter and brighter, gradually rising from pale red to golden red, and then spreading towards pure gold.

Meng Chuan looked tense; this change was not a sign of his superior martial arts prowess.

It was because I couldn't control myself, and I was about to explode.
Chen Qiushui glanced at him again, and seeing that Meng Chuan was about to explode, laughed:
"It's alright, just type it out."

Meng Chuan thought so too; with a grandmaster guarding them, what was there to be afraid of?

Then he threw a punch, and his fist suddenly burst out with a dazzling golden light.

The flames exploded like a volcanic eruption, instantly turning the entire office a crimson gold.

The violent fist force transformed into a ten-foot-long wave of fire that swept out, but in an instant, it was all absorbed into the belly of the little sparrow on Chen Qiushui's shoulder and vanished into nothingness.

This is the momentum of his prairie fire; if he is in an environment with even more fire-related spiritual energy, he will have even more opportunities.

A raging fire, fifty or even a hundred feet high, can spread out and spread.

Chen Qiushui did not disturb his contemplation and stood quietly to the side waiting.

Meng Chuan pondered in his heart:

"Whether it's the impact of the fist itself or the surge of true energy, they are essentially physical attack methods."

This martial arts style, a mixture of elements, is more like a kind of spiritual pressure borrowed from heaven and earth.
Beyond the fact that the fist strikes are imbued with the power of martial arts, creating a powerful double strike, this is more like an "advanced fist stance."

I can also imbue it into my entire body, thereby further suppressing my opponent's vital energy and will; this is the true unleashing of power.

(End of this chapter)