With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal

Finally, after the piercing sound of metal clashing.

Tian Kang's momentum shattered completely, the thunderous "giant ape" around him was pinned down by Meng Chuan's heavy fist onto the arena surface.

The Earth Qi circling around Tian Kang reversed in an instant, flying towards the center of Meng Chuan's fist.

The fist edge, as black as ink, entwined with a deep yellow stream, was as pure and noble as black gold.

Spleen Earth—Mountain-Breaking Earth-Shaking Fist!

The heavy fist suddenly poured down, and countless deep yellow streams followed swiftly.

Tian Kang was on his back, the thunder rings around him tightened, tighter and tighter!

Until they were retracted inside his body, a faint blue glow surfaced on his entire body, making him look like an ancient thunder ape reborn.

Roar!

The two fists collided, and amidst the blinding lightning, both were sent flying back; blood seeped from Tian Kang's seven orifices, and Meng Chuan's chest was charred black.

Tian Kang wiped the blood foam from his mouth, and suddenly let out a long howl to the sky, pale blue fur crazily sprouting from his body surface, causing a shocking transformation in an instant.

The ultimate secret of the Ancient Thunder Ape Fist Technique, "Little Thunder Ape Appearance Method"!

When the dust settled, Meng Chuan's gaze was firm. Around him, a faint yellow mysterious light grew with the wind, the pulsating Earth Qi gathered and scattered around his arms, transforming into countless dazzling golden lights, diving down from the sky to meet the thundering swamp on the stage.

Boom——!

The chaotic airflow rampaged across the arena, eventually converging into a towering shockwave blasting upwards.

As the dust settled in a scene of devastation, Meng Chuan stood with his fists supporting his knees, the martial arts uniform of the Infinite Martial Arts Dojo he wore was already torn into tattered strips by the strong wind.

Despite his disheveled appearance, he wasn't seriously injured.

On the other side, Tian Kang was frozen in his punching pose, his body seemed charred, occasionally sparking.

In the audience, Meng Yongzhi and Xue Na watched with their hearts in their throats, not expecting the fight to become so fierce.

This is martial arts, real and cruel.

The entire venue was silent, neither of them had fallen, the winner was still unclear.

"I concede."

Meng Chuan took two steps in three to reach Tian Kang's side, Tian Kang's lips moved, but it was unclear what he was saying.

Moments later, Tian Kang collapsed unconscious.

In an instant, as Tian Kang hit the ground, the stands erupted with astonishing cheers, and the shouts of congratulations for Meng Chuan almost lifted the dome!

Meanwhile, Xue Na had already broken into tears.

The cruelty of martial arts, she truly didn't wish to see Meng Chuan fighting to such an extent.

Meng Yongzhi sat upright, with a firm gaze and a hint of tears.

He was proud of Meng Chuan.

The referee raised Meng Chuan's hand high.

"The winner, Meng Chuan!"

Then, he licked his lips and left without saying a word.

There was another crucial match in the afternoon, and what Meng Chuan needed most now was to replenish his nutrition and strength.

As Meng Chuan stepped down, Tian Kang was taken away by the on-site medical personnel for examination and treatment.

Everyone in the venue was somewhat reluctant to leave, this was almost the most exciting close-combat fight since the beginning of the tournament.

Tian Kang seemed like the fiercest beast in the world, and Meng Chuan was the young and valiant gladiator.

No one expected Tian Kang, who held all advantages, to be defeated by Meng Chuan.

In the judges' seat, Luo Guanyun stood up and gave a review of the match.

In his words, he generously praised his disciple, and the entire audience nodded frequently in agreement.

Meng Chuan, with the body of eight passes, defeated the thunderous giant beast; it's well-deserved!

Meanwhile.

Yang Huan sat in a box on the stands, quite satisfied with Meng Chuan's performance.

After this match, he changed his previous opinion.

Special situations require special handling, who says the Grandmaster Class can't admit someone without an exam?

Let's start breaking that useless rule from the Yong'an Campus!

...

The tournament continued, just after Meng Chuan stepped down, the ensuing match equally ignited the atmosphere.

Those who remained were all top martial arts students from the San Qin land.

Various ancient martial arts secret techniques appeared one after another, the matches were superb and thrilling.

The opponent of Zheng Zhenzhen's brother, Zheng Chengcheng, was a prodigy from last year's Grandmaster Class of Northern United University.

Jing Huan had perfected the "Six Harmonies Tyrant Fist," with Qi Blood reaching over four hundred points, not far from becoming a martial arts family member, and was a seed player for United University.

Yet after a hundred moves, he lost to the Dragon Form Boxing of the "Buddha's Will to Cross the Dragon."

Zheng Chengcheng wielded a three-foot Qingfeng sword, dancing as if a real dragon incarnate, easily taking down the so-called United University seed.

The whole venue was shocked beyond words; if described in four words, it was a dimensional attack!

Restricted by the tournament rules, Zheng Chengcheng couldn't personally challenge Meng Chuan to show him a broader world.

But he was confident, after today's performance, Meng Chuan should understand something.

Choosing Yanhua is his best option!

"Xiaomeng, have you thought it through? We at Yanhua have Xingyi Divine Skills that are no lesser than the Dragon and Tiger Zen Skills."

Zheng Chengcheng remembered "his sister's words," speaking quite cordially, willing to respect talents...

Meng Chuan scratched his head, puzzled.

"Yanhua is indeed famous, but when did I consider it?"

"You..."

Zheng Chengcheng's cultivation in patience was not enough, almost breaking his concentration in anger on the spot.

"Cough cough..."

Hearing coughing from behind, he turned his head, seeing Yang Huan approaching with a not-so-pleasant expression.

He quickly turned and left; poaching talents in front of someone is excessive.

"Is it really his grandmaster?"

Zheng Chengcheng was baffled, wondering if that kid wasn't lying that day...

Yang Huan stood by and said:

"Is this little rascal trying to poach someone? Meng Chuan, don't listen to his nonsense. When it comes to the Way of Xingyi, no one dares to challenge United University."

Meng Chuan nodded to show he understood and respectfully said:

"Principal Yang, you came to watch the competition today too?"

Yang Huan replied:

"There's nothing going on at school today, so I came to see the final match.

Go and rest for now; there's a crucial match this afternoon."

"Okay."

Yang Huan thought for a moment but did not mention the exemption to Meng Chuan.

It was not yet confirmed, and honestly, he felt that the exemption was irrelevant to Meng Chuan.

At most, he'd spend a few days taking the martial arts exam. In this vast Northern Lands, how many peers could defeat him?

"Let's wait for Master's arrangements. The most important thing now is to ensure other schools don't snatch this kid away."

...

The morning matches had all concluded.

There was a spearman who left a deep impression on Meng Chuan, his whole body infused with the Xingyi metal cultivation technique, making the duel genuinely perilous.

"Not sure if he can break through my hard skills..."

It would be better not to encounter him. Meng Chuan felt that this person's strength was second only to Zheng Chengcheng and others, and possibly even more dangerous.

As for those who lost in the morning, they would be grouped with the afternoon's losers from the 15-to-7 elimination round to compete for the remaining three spots in the losers' group.

"Master, how will the fifteen people be matched this afternoon?"

"The committee said that one will have a bye and can choose any one of the seven winners to challenge again. The victor advances, and the loser falls into the losers' group."

Luo Guanyun explained.

"That sounds great; I hope I can draw the bye."

Meng Chuan mused that if he got the bye, he could choose the weakest competitor, the one who expended the most energy, and advance smoothly.

"It's alright, Master believes you can advance on your own strength."

Meng Chuan went to eat with his master and his uncle and aunt, who kept reminding him to prioritize safety, to which he smiled and agreed.

Fighting isn't child's play; injuries are inevitable, and he could only promise to do his best.

He had faced life and death crises more dangerous than this, with martial arts family members protecting the ring and his master watching from the audience, he just needed to give it his all.

He must avoid getting completely exhausted, considering Venerable Yin was also watching in the audience...

As he was thinking, his phone suddenly rang.

[Meng Chuan, am I disturbing you?]

[No, I'm just about to have lunch. What's up, Principal?]

It was Principal Zong calling.

[Nothing much, just wanted to cheer you on. Our school has been watching the competition these past few days, keep it up! Just win one more match this afternoon and you'll advance!]

Meng Chuan smiled lightly, feeling grateful for all the support Principal Zong gave him when he was weaker.

On the other end, Principal Zong said:

[Alright, go rest and prepare yourself to win this afternoon's match.]

[Alright, I'll win this one!]

[If you have time after the martial arts exam, come back to school for a visit. The junior students all miss you.]

With that, Principal Zong hung up the phone.

...

During lunch, Meng Chuan had some time to browse his phone.

Yong'an Satellite TV had already made the Supernova competition a front-page special report.

Under the video, many netizens were hotly discussing the popular contestants of this competition.

Many netizens were cheering Meng Chuan on. In this round of 30-to-15, aside from him, all the others were from the nine barriers.

Sympathy for the "underdog" is a human instinct, and everyone hoped Meng Chuan could secure a spot in the second stage of the competition.

Some even from other provinces, after being recommended by people from Qin, joined the ranks of Meng Chuan's supporters.

The influence of this competition was indeed vast. If Meng Chuan could step by step reach the championship, he would make a name for himself nationwide.

A moment later, Zheng Zhenzhen sent a message:

"My brother is acting up again, just ignore him."

Meng Chuan nodded, not taking it to heart.

At the same time, his newly added "junior apprentice" Chen Jingyi also sent him a message:

"Junior brother, good luck! If you encounter senior sister, I'll let you win."

She had also advanced without any suspense. Meng Chuan observed that there were indeed not many who could beat her, perhaps only Zheng Chengcheng could claim a sure victory.

Meng Chuan thought for a moment and replied:

"You too, good luck."

No need for letting someone win, losing means lacking skills, nothing more to say about it.

...

After lunch, Meng Chuan took a rest and returned to the competition venue.

At 1:30 in the afternoon, the host appeared on the spiraling stage.

Even before speaking, the entire audience was already electrified.

Up to now, every match had been incredibly thrilling. The winners would represent the San Qin lands in the Taihang to fight for the honor of the Northern Lands.

Meng Chuan glanced around, spotting Wang Yue and Le Ping mixed in with the crowd, holding high an LED sign with his name on it.

At the same time, many strangers also held signs supporting him.

[Invincible Xiaomeng!]

[King of Iron Spear!]

Ugh, let's skip the King of Iron Spear, no need for that.

After a simple warm-up, the host began the match draw.

As the number of competitors had further reduced, all stages were sealed off, leaving only the final stage.

Fifteen people, a total of eight matches would be held on this stage.