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

Before joy could take hold, the pale blue blade aura vanished completely.

From within the smoke and dust, a terrifying arm, muscular beyond ordinary, with veins bulging like swimming dragons, silently emerged.

Accompanied by lightning-fast speed, Meng Chuan's gaze was cold as he grasped Xu Nuo's face with one hand.

He smashed it fiercely onto the white jade stone bricks.

Boom!!!

"Senior Brother Xu, let me see what other tricks you have?"

Meng Chuan's booming voice came from above Xu Nuo's head. He struggled to lift his eyelids, but what did he see!

Wisps of white smoke slowly emanated from Meng Chuan, spreading in all directions across the arena.

With the "overload" state of his hard skills fully activated, the aura around him gathered into a thick cloud.

Feeling resistance from his grip, Meng Chuan's entire arm erupted with power, and a pressure as massive as a mountain once again descended.

With a sinister smile drawn at the corner of his mouth, Meng Chuan's expression was that of a pure villain!

"Still not convinced? Then—lose for me!"

Hiss!!!

With the downward pressure, the cloud around him collapsed into a ring, suddenly spreading to the entire arena centered on Meng Chuan.

The surge slammed into the invisible protective barrier around, making a roaring sound like waves crashing on the shore.

"Holy shit!"

The scene before them shocked everyone to their core.

"Is this really a Martial Artist, not from the Martial Arts Family?"

The spectators murmured uncontrollably upon witnessing the terrifying scene.

"Oh my god... Meng Chuan, how did Meng Chuan become like this..."

Meng Yiyi was dumbstruck, how did her brother become like this!

Around Meng Chuan, misty aura swirled, his muscles knotted like dragons, and the veins bulged and throbbed in his overloaded state.

The arm clamping Xu Nuo was several times thicker than an ordinary person's, and his skin, flushed with Qi Blood, shimmered with a purplish-red armor-like sheen.

White steam, with his breath, gushed from his pores, making his tattered clothing flutter noisily.

As the cloud dispersed, she clearly saw the traces on her brother's body from the blade aura attack.

The cobweb-like dark patterns appeared, as if blocked by an invisible armor, indestructible!

Amidst the exclamations from the audience, Meng Chuan's crouching posture resembled a ferocious beast prowling through the clouds, every inch of his muscle packed with suffocating pressure.

After a moment, as everything settled on the field.

"Meng Chuan, victory."

The referee protected Xu Nuo, blocking Meng Chuan's final strike.

If that palm had come down, Xu Nuo's bald head might have turned into a flat, two-dimensional image.

Xu Nuo struggled to sit up, wiping away the blood from the corner of his mouth, using his trembling saber for support.

"I was originally like you, full of youthful ambition at eighteen, mastering the nine breakthroughs, but until now, I've been stuck at this state.

One by one, people surpass me, but my Qi Blood is incomplete, I don't even have a chance to chase that hint of Qi sensation."

Meng Chuan could feel the frustration in his voice, but that was none of his concern.

With so many attributes enhancing him, and with his own perseverance and effort, he would only move faster and stand higher.

"Senior Brother Xu, you've already surpassed many ordinary people, don't lose confidence, you still need firm resolve."

Xu Nuo was momentarily stunned, before he could respond, a vague pain spread from his chest throughout his body.

His chapped lips opened and closed, but the pain rendered him speechless, and he was immediately taken off the stage for emergency treatment by the medics who arrived.

Meng Chuan's fist force was too overwhelming, likely causing internal injuries, making it impossible for him to participate in the revival matches.

His Supernova journey ended here.

Lying on the stretcher, Xu Nuo struggled to speak his last words:

"I think you're certainly prepared for next year's [Martial Extreme True Inheritance], right?

Don't get complacent, there are lots of prodigies at the Fengtian headquarters, who didn't participate only because they disdain such competitions.

Hopefully, next year in Fengtian, I can face you once more."

With that, Xu Nuo completely fell into a coma.

"Senior Brother Xu should quickly advance to be among the Martial Arts Family, don't engage in reckless battles!"

Subsequently, Meng Chuan exited the stage without lingering on the arena.

Because he had to leave enough time for the following contestants to prepare the arena.

"What is the Martial Extreme True Inheritance?"

As he walked, Meng Chuan pondered this to himself.

The Yong'an branch of Northern United University, from the principal to the teachers, all anticipated Meng Chuan to win next year's Martial Extreme True Inheritance.

Yet they forgot to inform the person involved...

At the same time, the voice of the host rang in his ears:

"Today's first match was so spectacular, Meng Chuan actually defeated the championship favorite without a scratch.

With those iron fists, he shattered all doubts, so, please, let's give him another round of applause!"

Xu Nuo's casual fans completely turned on him at this moment, joining Meng Chuan's fans in a storm of cheers.

"Damn! That's way too fierce!"

"That was thrilling to watch, feels like the ticket price was worth it just for this match."

A casual fan noted a discrepancy:

"I have a question though, wasn't Meng Shen known for his double prowess in fist and spear at the San Qin division?

He's clearly the Iron Fist King, why is he called the Steel Spear King?"

The person next to them, a diehard fan of Meng Chuan, skillfully opened the photo album on their phone, and played the video of his match against Ma Ziyan.

"Watch it, you'll understand after you've seen it."

...

A moment later, that person was completely convinced.

Indeed, he is the [Steel Spear King].

Hard as steel, no need for more words!

Meanwhile, at the very top of the audience, sat two solemn figures.

Their backs weren't resting on the soft seats, instead, they sat upright like old pines.

"This child is good, worthy of great use. The Lishan Mountain branch school is about to be built, and it is in need of a representative."

A person beside him spoke lightly:

"Major General Liu, I heard this child is favored by the 'Unrivaled Flying General,' I fear he won't let go easily."

"You're mistaken, Commander, our Central Military Academy's restructuring this time is undertaken with great determination.

Such talents must, of course, be moved by sincerity. Sincerity conquers all."

These two people were originally officers from the Central Military Academy in Shangjing City.

"I think we're taking quite a leap, transitioning from the closed Central Military Academy to the 'Central Military Department's Special-Class Martial Arts University' so suddenly."

Major General Liu pondered for a moment, then said lightly:

"The situation in the Celestial Demon Realm is dire, and the pressure from the four United Universities combined with the two Daoist Schools and three Buddhist Sect forces is also forcing our hand."

The one called Commander remained silent.

Even at the military academy, strength still speaks, what does command count for?

"Just follow the principal's instructions, it's all for the good of Great Chu..."

The Commander nodded and said after a moment:

"I have insider information from a friend in 'Han Hai,' they have signed a strategic cooperation agreement with Meng Chuan, of a wager nature.

If it's completed, it will proceed according to the 'Dawn Voyage' level."

Major General Liu was startled:

"He's a martial artist, not even from a martial arts family, yet signed for Dawn Voyage?"

The specifications of the Dawn Voyage contract by these big companies are so high, even within the military academy, he has heard of it.

"You can only sign if you win the wager, but it certainly is shocking.

Besides, my friend has some insider news, claiming Meng Chuan has already signed an 'Exempt Grandmaster Class' contract with Northern United University, I estimate..."

Major General Liu's face turned serious, and after a moment, he spoke slowly:

"Why can the four United Universities ride over us now, you can glimpse a thing or two from it.

They even manage Exempt Grandmaster Classes, we should also step in.

You prepare the approval materials, I'll notify the finance department to prepare the penalty, if they have no shame, neither will we."

The Commander was stunned by the words, and then complied.

...

On the other side, Meng Chuan had already returned to the waiting area.

Luo Guanyun, with a full smile, was waiting with arms crossed.

Upon seeing Meng Chuan, his fingertip flicked a thread of true Gang Qi, circulating around Meng Chuan's body.

The invisible armor on the body seemed nonexistent, then the Gang Qi seeped into the pores, vanishing without a trace.

Meng Chuan felt a comfort enveloping his body, his fatigue disappearing instantly.

"Not bad, you're not hurt at all, you lad's physique is really strong now."

Luo Guanyun clapped and laughed.

"Haha, don't worry, Master, I'll definitely be the number one seed!"

Luo Guanyun continued:

"Just now, someone from Han Hai sent me a message praising you a lot.

Originally, Yu Chengguang had a long face, but then instantly got spirited.

But next, the same words again, don't be careless. The grandson of the Celestial King, compared to your opponent this round, is only stronger.

In terms of physique, he may not match you, but who knows what wonders the Celestial King Fist holds, it's better to be cautious."

"Understood."

Meng Chuan nodded, hoping that the monk called Jue Ming would face Zheng Chengcheng first.

To see if a first-rate hard skill at the perfection level could pry open his always hidden yet unreleased fist technique.

Not far away, the young monk Jue Ming, preparing to go on stage, suddenly felt his throat itch, sneezing on the spot.

A junior brother beside him came forward with concern:

"Senior brother, are you unwell?"

"Not at all..."

Even Jue Ming was puzzled as to why.

Since he started practicing martial arts from a young age, when he began to show his hard skill talent, he never caught a cold.

He steadied his mind again, ready to go on stage to spar with the opponent wielding a giant blade.

He was unaffected by Meng Chuan's previous performance.

"Xu Nuo looks imposing, but in reality, he's just for show.

Such a physique, even I can achieve. It's Zheng Chengcheng who is rather troublesome..."

If Xu Nuo knew the monk evaluated him like this, surely he'd jump up from the stretcher, grab his throat and shout:

"You damn try it!"

Sturdy physique is just one of Meng Chuan's strengths, being resistant and combat-capable is the most abnormal trait.

With all those special attributes on the body, who can withstand them...

...

Jue Ming required only less than five minutes to showcase unprecedented strength and effortlessly defeated his opponent.

As rounds and rounds of matches went on, it was finally time for the last match of the day.

It was the turn of Wudang's Wang Ye to fight a classmate of Xu Nuo, the black-haired girl.

Meng Chuan followed his master to Elder Zhao's side, the three watching with great interest.

As Meng Chuan and Elder Zhao predicted, Luo Guanyun alone had a puzzled expression.

On the stage, Wang Ye relied on fluid body techniques, keeping his sword behind him unused.

His hands rubbed Wudang Tai Chi Power, weaving up and down around his opponent, circling endlessly...

The girl's three-section staff cracked and popped, but couldn't touch Wang Ye at all, allowing him to turn, circle, and entwine...

This was the longest match since the competition in the Northern Lands division started.

The black silk was soon coated with patina.

Luo Guanyun was stupefied, is this how the Daoist School behaves now?

"Elder Zhao, your disciple doesn't look like a good person..."