With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 599 Mind-Intent Fist! The Great Battle! The Geng Metal Mishap! (6k)

The old steward pushed the lacquer tray towards Meng Chuan again:

"Please look here, there are nine bottles in total, each containing five Meridian Nourishing Pills, making a total of 45 pills."

The remaining 30 pieces can be prepared this afternoon with the materials ready for expedited processing. We aim to deliver them to your esteemed residence in Huaqingchi within the month.

Meng Chuan thought for a moment, then shook his head and refused:

"Never mind, I'm about to leave the mountain, no need for such trouble."

"Give me forty coins, sir. That should be enough."

Just for my own consumption, the forty pills plus my existing stock will be enough for a long time, even after reaching the third level of cultivation.

He was about to leave the UN General Assembly and left the pills at home. However, they were not stored properly, and their efficacy might be diminished over time.

The effects of the medicine were originally meant to last for about ten days, accelerating the cultivation of the core techniques, but now only eight or nine days remain, resulting in a significant loss.
Secondly, not everyone in Lishan was a "good person"; a very few of his close friends were capable of anything.

In case he's not around, I'll use it now and pay later.
Meng Chuan was convinced that some people, whose character was questionable, were actually capable of doing such a thing!
The person in charge nodded, then thought to himself:

"Or you can send it to my address and I'll mail it to you, but you'll need to pay extra for postage."

This is a personal favor; shipping is not included.

"No need."

The place he was going to was about to become a "real combat military rehearsal" area in the eyes of ordinary people.

I don't know if I can get in through the all-access link.
Even if everyone is highly skilled, they can still get in.

If something goes wrong, the pills are likely to be wasted.
"clear."

The person in charge said no more, deducted 36000 credits, and handed over the tray.

"Does the true disciple possess any storage treasures?"

"some."

Meng Chuan watched helplessly as his balance plummeted from the six-digit number to the two-digit number in an instant.

With only 24166 credits remaining, a pang of heartache welled up in my heart.

He placed the porcelain bottle inside his waist token, feigned a relaxed demeanor, smiled, cupped his hands in farewell, and left.

Credits worth over 400 million yuan were instantly wiped out; it truly was a case of spending money like water.
But looking at the contents of his waist tag, Meng Chuan's mindset calmed down.

The path of martial arts is inherently like this.

As our ancestors said, "The poor should study literature, and the rich should fight martial arts," so he stopped worrying about it too much.
I checked the time; it was almost time.

Meng Chuan rushed to the "decisive battleground" he had agreed upon with Master Dong.

He hurried along the road, the powerful figure swirling in his mind, becoming clearer and clearer.

Thinking of the formidable opponent I once regarded as a milestone, who was also my mentor and friend.

He felt a surge of excitement, and even his palms felt sticky and warm.

With a few more quick movements on their feet, they accelerated their leaps through the forest like flashes of lightning.

Meng Chuan pondered:

"Master Dong is a Xingyi School Xingyi Quan master who primarily uses the elements of earth and metal. He wields a spear and emphasizes the techniques of 'spear movement like a dragon and snake, continuous and uninterrupted'."

This "intention" is not the same as that "martial arts intention and power".

Instead, it emphasizes "the mind as the commander and intention as the soldiers," combining the five elements' mutual generation and restraint, the generation and development of form and intention, and refining qi into strength that permeates the whole body.

Not only is the power of the fist technique capable of splitting stone tablets, but it also emphasizes the principle of intention leading to power, combining strength and softness, and keeping enemies at bay from a distance of several feet.

It is a highly difficult martial art lineage under Xingyiquan, which requires exceptional comprehension.

Very few ordinary boxing techniques survive; only a few ancient martial arts skills remain.

Meng Chuan did some research last night, watched some videos of Master Dong demonstrating the techniques, and gave them the highest level of respect.

The Dragon Spear was wielded with fierce and continuous power, causing everything in its path to crack and collapse. In Dong Yue's hands, it unleashed a mighty force as if a god had descended to earth.

Such destructive power is no less than that of itself.

Meng Chuan had no intention of holding back, nor was there any need for him to.

Let's fight to our hearts' content today!
Wow.
A torrential downpour struck Mount Li without warning, instantly creating a waterfall.

It's rainy in the mountains anyway, and Meng Chuan was already used to it.

His sleeves fluttered in the wind, untouched by the rain.

Enveloped in a hazy mist, it made her figure appear even more ethereal.

As the energy of water and wood converged, Meng Chuan was like the master of the forest surveying his territory, and all things unconsciously made way for him.

As you ride the wind, the surrounding scenery changes rapidly before your eyes.

As they walked deeper into the area, Meng Chuan stopped and suddenly felt a sense of familiarity.

here it is.
Pushing aside the wildly growing, three- or four-meter-tall, unidentified shrubs, a deep mountain canyon comes into view.

Meng Chuan suddenly frowned, realizing that this was the valley where he had previously merged with the [Fear Chapter].
The surrounding rocks looked strangely familiar.

Master Dong does know how to find a place.
He sensed that two people were already waiting below, both of whom he knew.

One of them was wearing a loose martial arts robe and had half a bottle of beer dangling from his mouth.

The enormous, jet-black, gleaming dragon-kiss spear hung diagonally behind him, making him look like a city wall as he stood there.

His opponent today is none other than Master Dong!

The other person's martial arts aura was still shallow, and there was a strangely shaped and huge camera at his feet.

"Xiao Meng! Come down quickly!"

Lu Zhuxiao waved and shouted.

"Master Lu!"

Meng Chuan cupped his hands in a smile, jumped down from above, and landed lightly and silently.

"Tsk tsk."

His control over his body surprised Dong Yue.

After regaining his senses, he tossed Meng Chuan a bottle of beer and laughed:

"To prevent cheating, the Heavenly Ranking Challenge requires high-definition video recordings for the school office's evaluation, even if it's not broadcast live. That's why I called this noob over."

He pointed to Lu Zhuxiao beside him and explained the origin of the title "photographer".

The two were friends. Lu Zhuxiao's face darkened. He wanted to refute but didn't know how to say it.

Standing next to them, he was far inferior to any of them, and was even surpassed by his own student long ago.
Although I had heard a little about his many astonishing deeds.

But seeing Meng Chuan dare to challenge Dong Yue at this moment made him feel as if he were in another world.

From the time Meng Chuanwu was a martial artist, he was always the man who trusted Meng Chuan the most in the entire United University.

No matter who his opponent was, he was convinced of victory.

However, today's opponent is Dong Yue.
As Dong Yue's friend of twenty years, he knew in his heart just how terrifying the other party was.

If Meng Chuan were to break through three points and fight again, Lu Zhuxiao would still have a mysterious confidence, believing that his chances of winning were not small!

But he's still only a second-tier player!
To defeat the entire Lishan campus, one must be the number one martial arts master or below.
Lu Zhuxiao was not optimistic.

But he didn't say it, after all, this kid was too strange.

Even if there's only a one in ten thousand chance of being proven wrong, Lu Zhuxiao can't do it.
There's no rush to start a fight. The relationship between the three is subtle; they are both teachers and friends.

Having not seen his teacher for so long, Meng Chuan felt a much stronger urgency to see him than to face the challenge.

Beside him, Dong Yue kneaded the soil and rock to make three stone stools.

One for each of them, and then tossed a bottle of beer to Lu Zhuxiao.

Dong Yue turned his gaze back to Meng Chuan, looking him up and down with a glint in his eyes.

"Has he mastered the art of making skin as smooth as glazed tiles, a golden roof, and a precious golden statue?"

Meng Chuan nodded, his senses also sweeping over Master Dong's surroundings, his expression one of surprise:
"Yes, Master Dong, you've achieved a great breakthrough?"

Meng Chuan vaguely sensed that Dong Yue was sitting there, his skin seemingly without any separation from the environment, completely mixed with the thick earth element energy.

How to describe it?

It's like a person standing in an environment, their body's outline losing its boundaries, a feeling of "humanity and nature" truly becoming one.

At the pinnacle of the Golden Venerable One's cultivation, the pursuit of a purely defensive physical form ceases, and instead...
A sophisticated means of avoiding harm?
Meng Chuan's heart sank.

What he was most proud of, besides his superb fighting skills, was his incredible strength in throwing bricks.
After Master Dong entered this phase, he seemed to be restraining himself a bit.
Dong Yue nodded:

"I broke through by sheer luck a month ago, and this is the Great Completion Realm—[Borrowing a Precious Body]. Otherwise, how do you think I jumped from eighth in the Heavenly Gang Realm to third after defeating that Wang guy from our headquarters?"

"One condenses the ethereal form of Jialuo on the body's surface, breathing in harmony with heaven and earth, merging with all phenomena. Externally, one defends against a thousand attacks as if striking through a misty void; internally, one guards a steadfast and undisturbed mind, impervious to worldly noise and unbreakable by any external force."

Meng Chuan carefully observed and couldn't help but nod frequently, his eyes filled with envy.

It's complicated to explain, but this feigned possession of a precious body is truly remarkable.

The principle is to transfer the damage one suffers to the surrounding nature, similar to the legendary "magical art" of grafting.

Dong Yue was also scrutinizing him, his mind filled with extreme surprise.

He taught this skill to Meng Chuan.

From beginner to expert, how long has this kid been practicing?
It took him ten years!
But now that they dared to challenge him, Dong Yue felt they were getting a little too cocky.
The three clinked bottles together and drank them down in one gulp.

Dong Yue wiped his mouth, then, without further hesitation, stood up and laughed loudly:
"Xiao Meng, you're in great spirits and full of energy!"

but!

"You haven't even broken 3 yet, and you dare to challenge me? Aren't you a little too bold?"

His tone shifted from bold and unrestrained to as deep as an abyss, and in an instant, a suppressed aura filled the air.

The celestial phenomena changed with his mood, with winds rising and clouds surging.

In an instant, Dong Yue finished speaking.

The surrounding moisture shattered into mist, spreading all over the body.

Dust and invisible forces transformed into a howling tornado, sweeping across the entire valley floor with a torrential downpour, like the end of the world, a sandstorm and torrential rain.

The beer bottle was the first to succumb to the pressure; Meng Chuan couldn't even hold it with his five fingers, and it shattered into fine glass shards that slipped through his fingers.

"The students have returned from their travels, and their strength is now vastly different from before. Master Dong, be careful not to capsize! Hahaha!"

Meng Chuan laughed heartily, his heroic spirit undiminished, and stood up despite the pressure from Dong Yue's imposing aura.

The rain stopped and the raindrops hitting his shoulders instantly evaporated, like hot breath exhaled in the coldest weather, with white mist rolling and appearing like waves.

Raise your right fist, with your five fingers forming a lotus bud shape as you grasp upwards.

Grip it tightly from afar and pull it down with all your might!
Rumble——! ! !
Dark clouds surged, and thunder roared!
Lightning ripped through the sky, a hurricane swept across the heavens and earth, and dark clouds pressed down on the city, threatening to destroy it!

Dong Yue looked up and saw that the dark clouds were suspended in the distance above his head, like a big black hat on the deep mountain valley, which even obstructed his view. The scenery in his eyes was dark and gloomy, as if night had fallen.

Lu Zhuxiao, standing to the side, stared wide-eyed and gaped in disbelief.

"Holy shit! Holy shit!"

Meng Chuan actually managed to pull down the leaden clouds that were hanging down with rain!
What the fuck.
Lu Zhuxiao was at a loss for words.

This is not just a preliminary concept; it's something that many Xingyi martial arts masters couldn't accomplish, yet this kid actually did it!
incredible!

Wow.
The surrounding hurricane grew increasingly fierce, like a steel knife scraping bones, tearing the ground three feet deep.

Debris flew everywhere, making it difficult to see in the darkness.

The two men's auras clashed, and he, caught in the middle, felt like a piece of duckweed adrift in the waves. Lu Zhuxiao couldn't help but clench his teeth, his legs trembling. Seeing this, Dong Yue and Meng Chuan both simultaneously toned down their auras.

A sliver of light squeezed through the clouds, mingling with the rain curtain.

A faint ray of light pierced through the leaden clouds that blanketed the valley floor.

Dong Yue drew his powerful spear from his back, dragged it behind him, and laughed loudly:
"Old Lu, did you see that? This kid's got too big for his britches, hahaha!"

Lu Zhuxiao knew that the two were about to fight, so he walked to the edge of the valley.

I set up the ultra-high-speed camera I borrowed from the school office, away from the two of them.

Given Meng Chuan and Dong Yue's strength, their speed in a fight would undoubtedly surpass the speed of sound.

Normal civilian-grade equipment simply cannot capture the details of the movements.

His eyes were fixed on the camera feed as he shouted:
"Old Dong, you'd better be careful! This brat can't be judged by ordinary standards."

"Of course I know, but Lao Lu, not everyone is as bad as you, hahaha!"

"Damn it."

Lu Zhuxiao's face darkened, and he almost blurted out the word "national essence".

But when he saw Meng Chuan slowly putting on his gauntlets, his expression hardened, and he focused on stabilizing the equipment.

"We have to win! We have to beat that foul-mouthed Lao Dong to a pulp!"

Lu Zhuxiao gripped the camera tightly, silently cheering for Meng Chuan in his heart, his palms sweating nervously.

The disciple surpasses the master, and even surpasses the mountain that is still unreachable to me.

There are very few people in the world who are more delighted by this matter.
Meng Chuan and his mentor stood a distance apart, raindrops streaming down their faces.

Today, we will commit that "outrageous" act.
His gaze was mostly fixed on the "black dragon" that Dong Yue was holding.

It was like a massive weapon forged entirely from magic iron, at least six meters long, even more exaggerated than the spears used by generals in ancient martial arts eras on horseback.

The gun barrels are all over ten centimeters in diameter, and holding them feels like holding an incredibly thick spiked club.

Ordinary people would not be able to lift it up, let alone grasp it.

Meng Chuan watched as Dong Yue raised his spear, and the muscles around his body rippled like flowing water, as if he had come alive. Combined with the intense aura of the exploding yellow sand, it swept across the sky and the ground.

Power and oppression are embodied in this moment.

It made him feel as if he were in the midst of a massive, blood-soaked battlefield from an ancient martial arts era.

At this moment, in Dong Shi's eyes, the only difference between him and Lü Bu was the Red Hare.
At the same time, Dong Yue clenched his large hand holding the gun, and the gun barrel, hanging on the ground, rolled slightly, making a rumbling noise like rolling stones.

This massive spear, resembling a black steel dragon, has a spearhead that resembles the spiraling horn of a dragon's head, converging its light into a single point, as sharp as a needle.

It is honed to a sharp edge in all 360 degrees, so sharp that it will scratch you if you touch it. It is an extremely fierce and deadly weapon!
"Xiao Meng, I know your skill level very well, so I won't go into the details of Xin Yi Quan."

"Now, please examine the Yue family's magnificent spear."

Dong Yue didn't need to worry about so much.

This kid got punched three times by the grandmaster, but he's still jumping around like a madman.

Holding back only makes things difficult for yourself; you might as well fight a fierce and unrestrained battle!
If we lose
Although Dong Yue believed that the possibility of him losing was almost zero.

But he already had a backup plan.

If we lose, we'll wait until he breaks through the fourth level before making up for it on this brat!
Hahaha!
Dong Yue didn't care about anything else. This brat was practically his apprentice, so who cared!

Meng Chuan flicked his sleeve, the tip of his fist blade aimed directly at the Black Dragon.

He felt a slight regret; if he had a halberd in his hand right now, it would be much more exciting to fight Dong Shi!
Moreover, seeing the six-meter-long black dragon spear in Dong Yue's hand...

He also had some ideas in mind about reforging and upgrading the Yang family's [Yingzhao] halberd.

Grandmaster-level divine weapons can already be imbued with more mysterious "spiritual qualities".

But Meng Chuan-tung didn't need these fancy things; his thinking was very simple.

It's longer, thicker, and sharper!

At the same time, Dong Yue's aura changed instantly in his eyes.

He gripped the gun handle with both hands, staring at him with a cold gaze.

He had no other thoughts or expressions, only a gun and his expertise.

"It's on?"

"Master Dong, please."

sieve--

Dong Yue lowered his body, and the entire valley seemed to fall silent instantly, sinking into a deep abyss.

The area, which is a hundred feet in diameter, has sunk a little further.

Lu Zhuxiao swayed slightly at the edge of the cliff, and had to steady himself a bit more.

The two elements of metal and earth swirl together at the tip of the spear, which, as heavy as a city ram, is now being wielded silently as a wisp of wind.

The semi-circular arc flashed past with lightning speed, slashing towards Meng Chuan's face!
"To stab someone is like walking, to look at someone is like weeds; the sound of the spear is like the wind, the rise and fall is like an arrow piercing through."

These two sentences encapsulate the core mantra and essence of martial arts from the ancient martial arts era—the [Yue School Heart-Mind Spear Manual].

This was perfectly embodied in Dong Yue.

Dong Yue made the first move, his mind instantly bringing the spear in his hand to life.

Like a steel dragon's spine trembling, stretching its body.

As the blade slashed near Meng Chuan's face, a terrifying roar suddenly erupted.

With a piercing whistle, it slashed across Meng Chuan's waist.

too fast!
This terrifying gun, weighing an unknown number of tons, was wielded by Dong Yue with the agility of a foxtail grass.

Meng Chuan focused his mind to the extreme!
Before my eyes, along with the heavy gunshot wounds, a thick yellow haze obscured my vision.

This was a maze formed by the combination of the elements of metal and earth, which made him momentarily uncertain and unable to urge his mind and soul to make a judgment and dodge.

Without layers of protective power and divine light, this exaggerated hurricane alone could tear someone's skin off!
Resistance?

Meng Chuan never thought he could withstand it all, not even a little bit.

For a single explosive shot to be formed by the combined power of blood, strength, and willpower, one's physique would need to be at least as strong as it was after completing the "Mount Sumeru" training to have any chance of success.

If anyone dares to block me now, the match will end on the spot.
Lu Zhuxiao saw the shot through the high-tech camera screen, and his heart jumped into his throat.

He even suspected that even a fourth-grade divine armor would be reduced to ashes and shredded like paper by this spear.

Can Meng Chuan dodge it?
Lu Zhuxiao may lack strength, but he certainly has vision.

If Meng Chuan can't dodge this shot, he's bound to lose.

Dong Yue didn't test the waters like a frog being slowly boiled in water; he went all out from the start, which was truly terrifying.

Originally, Lu Zhuxiao believed that Meng Chuan still had a chance of winning.

现在
Difficult.

In an instant, Meng Chuan's feelings were completely different from Lu Zhuxiao's.

He had an idea in mind as to how to avoid this shot.

As the Falun turned, the world in Meng Chuan's eyes changed.

Especially in the left eye, everything in the world seems to be connected by threads, entangled by causes and conditions. As lightning fills the surroundings, it dispels the obstructive fog.

At the same time, Dong Yue was surprised to find that the magnetic field of his two-attribute union suddenly exploded.

With the black spearhead exposed, Meng Chuan's ability to perceive qi was as keen as a divine being, and golden lightning burst forth violently from his fist blade.

As it exploded into countless electric rings that swirled in the air, the blade tip touched the gun tip and spun around in a semi-circle to the lower right.

Meng Chuan shrugged and sidestepped, his waist brushing against the gun barrel as he brought it to Dong Yue's face.

Liberation and the golden-white thunder armor were already wrapped around him, making his figure even taller than that black steel spear.

His left hand, concealed and unseen, held a fist blade. The torrential rain, somehow transformed into a raging fire that restrained Jin Feng. Meng Chuan gripped a ball of magma in his left hand and unleashed a powerful punch that shattered the sky!

The world of imagery, the seaside reefs—Qi Shuai taught him more than a hundred times.

Meng Chuan was confident that there were very few people in the world who understood "using weaknesses to overcome strengths" better than him!

This is a true skill earned through countless "deaths"!
Dong Yue was also on high alert, not daring to be negligent in the slightest.

At the same time, a slight smile seemed to appear on his lips.

Judging from the current situation, Meng Chuan's strength is more than a hundred times stronger than before he left school!
Dong Yue ignored the crimson torrent rushing towards him.

Maintaining the stance of holding the gun with both hands, the front hand lifts and the back hand presses down, instantly bringing the gun barrel vertically in front of the body to block—

Bang! ! !
Bang bang bang!
A loud bang erupted, and then Dong Yue swung his spear into a giant spinning wheel, colliding with Meng Chuan's spear a hundred times. Huge sparks and Geng metal intertwined and mingled, like the ancient method of forging iron flowers, instantly exploding into a dazzling display of fireworks.

The land beneath our feet is not just scorched black.

It was covered with a thin layer of red slurry, and the temperature was frighteningly high.

The immense power of the broken bridge and collapsing buildings converged countless times, and the two Yu Gongs dug deeper and deeper into the canyon.

Lu Zhuxiao, who was standing by the wall, had already climbed onto the rock face and was looking down at the video. There was no longer any place on the ground for a normal human to live.

Boom!
A sliver of darkness emerged from the swirling rain and mist.

The elbow strikes like a bridge blocking the river, swaying and crashing straight in!

Meng Chuan thrust out with his elbow, deflecting a cunning spear aimed at his right chest.

As martial arts levels rise, even the most complex and unpredictable physical combat becomes increasingly difficult.

With a split-second reaction, the body's mutation couldn't keep up, and he couldn't even detect it with his eyes alone.

The spearhead flashed and changed in countless ways; the speed at which the rear hand pulled and sent the spear forward could be described as changing a thousand times per second.

To judge and capture something, you have to use your "mind's eye" to see.

That is, Meng Chuan at this moment, relying primarily on keen perception, aided by the surrounding atmosphere and magnetic field, to see through any confusing changes and react accordingly.

With his comprehensive perception, mental acuity, and other on-the-spot adaptability skills, his judgment is already on par with that of a top martial arts master.

Of course, to achieve this level, one still needs extremely strong explosive power.

If the elbow strike hadn't been successful, this thrust would have already pierced right to the core.

As he pushed aside the enemy, Meng Chuan retaliated fiercely without holding back.

Bring your waist in and instantly bend your knees to extend your legs.

With each extension and contraction, a powerful force capable of pulverizing steel surges forth.

With that one kick, 300% of the power is unleashed, and the firepower is fully unleashed!

Meng Chuan's ten-meter-tall body suddenly grew even taller.

With his left foot firmly planted on the ground, the meridians extending down his thigh taut like steel cables, and the shark fin-like muscles around his waist twisted into sharp blades. His body was like a pillar, and his legs swung like whips!

Waves and flames mingled, water and fire merging to form a curtain of contrasting colors.

This kick was perfectly executed, and combined with Meng Chuan's incredibly explosive physical strength, it could split the ground in two with a single kick.

Even if Dong Yue possesses a false body, if he dares to strike him squarely, he will instantly lose his fighting ability.

At that moment, Dong Yue's eyelids twitched violently as he faced the kick.

The loose hair at the back of his head stood straight up as if electrified.

Meng Chuan's heavy leg was hidden in the scene, while Dong Yue did not have his power to dispel the magnetic field of others.

How can one block if one cannot see Meng Chuan's "fist intent"?
(End of this chapter)