With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 414 Roaring Tiger: Lu Bu's Fire Dance in a Whirlwind on Horseback!

His aura tightened, and dragon-shaped true energy coiled around his left arm, combining with it to form the aura of a yellow dragon.

"good."

Meng Chuan nodded secretly.

Zheng Chengcheng's dragon-like aura, although it looks much weaker in size than the dragon-riding aura she showed during the previous Supernova competition.

On the contrary, this is actually a purer expression of condensation and refinement.

Originally, the giant yellow dragon that Zheng Chengcheng was riding was just an ordinary Buddhist Dragon Crossing Fist technique.

As expected, Zheng Chengcheng has now also mastered the martial arts.

It wasn't over yet. Black and white ink-like energy gradually rose from Zheng Chengcheng's right arm.

A fierce tiger, as if sketched in ink wash, coils around its back and arms, poised to pounce!
Meng Chuan unconsciously activated his Qi Observation Technique, and he "smelled" a familiar scent.

"Is this the Tiger Form Kung Fu that Zheng Zhenzhen also knows? It looks even more advanced."

However, what surprised Meng Chuan the most was...

Even Zheng Chengcheng could actually "have a yellow dragon on the left and a black tiger on the right".

It's clear that he can combine and utilize two different martial arts styles; that's quite impressive.

This is something he can't do now.

However, it wasn't a big problem. He glanced at Chen Xuan beside him and decided to eliminate Zheng Chengcheng first.

The reason is simple: Meng Chuan gets annoyed whenever he sees a tiger.
Zheng Chengcheng keenly sensed that Meng Chuan's aura was directed at her, and hostility was overwhelming.

He acted decisively, his steps quick and powerful, closing the distance to Meng Chuan by three steps.

Dragon Form is more skilled in fist fighting. He unleashed a powerful, straight-pushing force, and in an instant, the fist was aimed at Meng Chuan's face.

At the same time, his left arm should have been used in a tiger-style short-range attack, but the sword in his hand was held as if it were in the mouth of a tiger.

By using the length of the weapon to extend the Tiger-Style Fist stance, Meng Chuan was clearly not given a chance for close-quarters combat.

Meng Chuan laughed. Zheng Chengcheng still hadn't learned her lesson. With these two moves, she was trying to spar with him in martial arts.

Come then.

The sword's edge was dangerous, but Meng Chuan did not confront it head-on.

He wanted to play more; there weren't many places on Mount Li that could put him under such pressure.

Today is a good day to hone my skills; it would be too boring to just liberate my body directly.

Facing the combined pressure of the Dragon and Tiger Forms, two advanced boxing styles.

Meng Chuan's two large webbed feet tensed up and then suddenly bulged out.

At the same time, the back muscles seemed to come alive, flapping like a pair of small wings, and teleported three feet away.

This is the "Divine Speed ​​and Ever-Changing" movement technique, exquisitely demonstrated in actual combat.

The length of the movement is not the most crucial factor; rather, it is controlling the distance just right.

He brushed past the sword and fist, gripped the ground with his left foot, and thrust his right leg out in a lunge position, slamming heavily into Zheng Chengcheng's abdomen.

In just two moves, Meng Chuan forcefully slipped into the inner circle, signaling a short-range attack with that knee strike.

"What superb fighting skills!"

Chen Xuan, who was standing to the side, had not yet made a move. As an observer, he witnessed the entire process of Meng Chuan's sudden action.

This person's every movement was meticulously controlled, which was quite terrifying.

Only by controlling the entire body to an error of nearly 0.01 centimeters can one dance on the edge of a knife and skillfully fight against long punches with short-range techniques.

Meng Chuan himself said that he wanted to fight two people at once.

Chen Xuan didn't stand on ceremony, but he also valued morality, so he returned the sword to its sheath.

Then, he bent and flexed his legs slightly, as if perched on a branch, and made a clasping motion with his hands.

The left palm is raised as if gathering feathers, while the right fist is tucked inward to conceal its edge.

His whole body was like a phoenix chick with its wings folded, and his hands were like a phoenix beak carrying a stench. He aimed at Meng Chuan's left leg, which was supporting his body at the moment, and suddenly pounced and pecked at it!
"Well done!"

Meng Chuan bent his supporting leg downwards, and his left leg, which had been raised, also retracted, without having time to kick Zheng Chengcheng again.

Facing two equally talented individuals, Meng Chuan could only dodge and couldn't directly confront them, even without activating his "Unleash Your Power" mode.

The phoenix-shaped aura in Chen Xuan's hand was enough to tear apart the true qi and hard armor protecting his body.

The two men's martial arts skills were slightly superior to those of the senior masters Meng Chuan had previously fought against at the United University.

Not only myself, but other martial arts prodigies should not be judged by their age.

At this moment, Meng Chuan faced the challenge head-on, and the pressure he was under was naturally considerable.

The instant he pulled back his leg to dodge, Zheng Chengcheng immediately turned and counterattacked.

With their fingers clasped tightly, their joints instantly burst the air, creating invisible ripples, and the aura of a tiger roaring through the mountains and forests emanated from them.

Then, as the tiger claw took shape, he stretched out his arms, kicked his legs and swung his waist, and a tiger spine stretched like undulating mountains to his lumbar spine. With a roar, he swung it out and tore through all obstacles to strike Meng Chuan's chest.

Zheng Chengcheng is lean, but her long arms and legs give her great strength.

When this move, "Roaring Tiger Hammer," is launched, it truly resembles a massive mountain tiger with a body five meters long, lunging downwards and unleashing its heavy claws in a powerful strike!
The tiger's momentum surged forth with the swing of its long arms, instantly enveloping all of Meng Chuan's escape routes.

There is no other way but to fight it out head-on.

But this was exactly what Meng Chuan wanted. The moment he pulled his leg back, he had already completed a series of movements such as pulling his arms back and sinking his waist.

The stance already reveals the "embracing the round and sitting in a horse" posture.

His right arm, imbued with the power of a wildfire, rose from below, unleashing a punch that seemed to cleave the heavens—a head-on collision!
With this punch, Meng Chuan displayed an overwhelming domineering force, much like Lu Bu riding his horse and wielding his halberd to deliver a powerful upward thrust.

Let's go all out and see who has the stronger physique.

Bang!
The moment they clashed, the blade of their fist scraped against the sword in Zheng Chengcheng's hand with a piercing screeching sound, sending countless sparks flying. In that instant, the difference in skill between the two became immediately apparent.

Meng Chuan's entire arm was bulging with muscles, and dark blue veins crisscrossed it, instantly revealing an incredibly terrifying explosive power.

Although Zheng Chengcheng had a stronger grasp of the martial arts momentum, Meng Chuan's momentum had been boosted twice, making him completely able to suppress her with sheer numbers.

"Click."
In a fierce battle, immense force travels from the sword tip to the hilt, and then to the knuckles of the hand gripping the sword.

With a snap, the muscles and veins on Zheng Chengcheng's entire upper arm, and even the tiger-shaped stance imbued with true energy, strength, and fist power, all violently churned in a counter-clockwise direction.

The excruciating pain shot through my bones and instantly traveled from my arm to my brain.

Zheng Chengcheng's face was contorted in pain; he knew he had lost his fighting ability.

"Lost again"

He knew that using the [Buddha's Wish to Cross the Dragon] fist technique that Meng Chuan had previously witnessed, he probably wouldn't stand a chance of victory.

Only then did he change his fighting style, intending to use the domineering tiger form to win.

But he was wrong; Meng Chuan's favorite tactic was to use force against force.
Zheng Chengcheng left the stage dejectedly, and Meng Chuanlai, before he could even adjust his breathing, quickly turned and stepped aside.

Because a fire phoenix was flapping its wings and attacking from the side.

He was the only one left, and Chen Xuan had already drawn his sword.

His first move was a powerful, genuine attack, his hand gesture resembling a phoenix beak holding a sword, with crimson flames burning all around him.

The sword tip traced a spiral trajectory, like a phoenix swooping down in a whirl.

With each rise and fall, its wings tumbled and swirled, giving the impression of it soaring through the air.

This is the essence of the phoenix shape, which cannot be compared to the crane shape.

Compared to the crane form, the phoenix form may be slightly slower, but it has a stronger burst of speed.

It combines agility and gravitas, and its imposing presence exudes a regal and domineering aura.

This is the ultimate move of the intermediate-level true martial arts technique, the [Phoenix Feather Soaring Fist].

"Fire Dance Whirlwind!"

With this move, "Fire Phoenix Soars to the Sky," Chen Xuan's two arms instantly transformed into two long, fiery chains.

The hand holding the sword is longer, and the combination of the long and short sides creates a powerful internal and external force, stirring up a storm of flames.

Like Zheng Chengcheng, Chen Xuan, as a martial arts prodigy included in the talent pool, also harbors his own pride.

At the same age, his blood and energy levels were even higher than Meng Chuan's.

Therefore, they disdain grappling with techniques and insist on direct, forceful attacks!
To be honest, if Meng Chuan were to really fight them with this kind of style of combat...

Once unleashed, their power and speed completely overwhelmed the opponent, making it as easy as whack-a-mole, one hit per person.
But now, Meng Chuan's body, which was not yet freed, was taut to the extreme.

He sensed an incredibly intense sword intent within Chen Xuan's powerful move.

This sword strike, delivered with a quick step and a spinning movement, aimed fiercely at Meng Chuan. Chen Xuan had done this specifically to prevent him from sneaking in and attacking like he had done with Zheng Chengcheng before.

This strike was like drawing a sword to cut off the flow of a river.

Swish swish!
The whirlwind whipped up the ground within a hundred meters, and a violent, destructive, tearing sound filled the air.

Meng Chuan's body sank, his feet rooted to the ground, his arms like iron gates, which was the starting stance of "Sinking Boat Leaning".

Seeing the sword wind tearing through the ground and sweeping towards his chest, he suddenly twisted his waist and hips, his shoulders and back like a giant wheel crushing down, actually managing to block the violent sword energy by three inches.

"open!"

With a loud shout, Meng Chuan thrust his right elbow upwards, his left palm supporting the spine of the sword, his muscles and bones bursting forth like a bowstring snapping.

The sword's momentum, capable of splitting mountains and cutting off rivers, was bent by his downward force, like a sinking boat.

As the sword tip grazed past his ear, his left fist gripped the hilt, while the muscles of his right arm twisted like a python entangling steel.

"clang--!"

Chen Xuan's tiger's mouth trembled violently, and his longsword flew out of his hand and soared into the sky.

It traced a silver arc in the sunlight, then pierced into a crack in the bluestone ten feet away, humming incessantly.

Before he could even be surprised, Chen Xuan, with his extensive fighting experience, immediately delivered a punch to Meng Chuan's forehead!
His middle finger bone protruded a large chunk, with a phoenix-like aura gathering above it.

Like a sharp iron nail, it was about to be driven deep into Meng Chuan's skull.

This is the "Phoenix Eye Sharp Fist".

Meng Chuan had exceptionally sharp senses; although his elbow blocked part of his view, he still reacted instantly.

The Bajiquan short-range fighting style suddenly unfolded. Facing the phoenix eye pecking at his forehead, Meng Chuan stepped forward, supported his palm, and forcefully parried. The enormous force surged upward, and the two forces clashed.

Then, with the other hand, he smoothly extended his elbow and suddenly grabbed Chen Xuan's crown!

Shaking the River Eight Extremes - Locking the River Hand!

Meng Chuan said this was an example of using someone's own methods against them.

"broken!"

Chen Xuan felt a sense of foreboding. His punch had been deflected, and his entire body was suppressed by the force, becoming numb and weak. His steps became unsteady, and he felt as if he had been sent flying.

Unable to use any of the subsequent techniques in the entire set of punches, he then realized just how terrifying Meng Chuan's power truly was.

One force can overcome ten techniques, no matter how exquisite the phoenix's form may be.

However, the power gap was too large, and no change could make a difference.

Fortunately, he managed to maintain his balance and was not actually knocked away.

While being shocked by Meng Chuan's immense power, Chen Xuan suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, and his ears were instantly filled with a sonic boom, as if a fighter jet had brushed past his scalp.

(End of this chapter)