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

The times have changed. Including the three new arrivals, one must reach the sixth rank this time to maintain the original 50-point quota.

The study points for the last place are not even half of what they used to be!

A sense of urgency surrounded the two senior martial arts students, their gazes drifting towards Meng Jiaolong and Xu Qingfeng.

Among the four of them, only one could earn the original 50 study points.

The skilled members of the class, such as Chu Yanhu, focused their attention on the top ranks.

The study points reward for the first place has tripled, equivalent to doing no tasks for a year and getting more than twenty million for free.

Chu Yanhu lamented the unfairness of fate; if the allocation rules had been changed a year earlier, he could have enjoyed top-tier treatment for an extra year.

"It's not too late; enjoy a year while you can."

Meng Chuan, hearing this, sighed inwardly as well.

This is the wealth of Northern United University; this is the Martial Artist Class. If it were the Martial Arts Family Class, wouldn't it be more than two hundred million?

However, he was self-aware, knowing that being able to "show off" in the Martial Artist Class was already quite good.

The Martial Arts Family Class was not something to think about; it would be a definite defeat.

Chen Qiushui, seeing everyone calm down, slowly spoke:

"You all understand the reasoning here. As your supervisor, I can't make decisions on this matter either.

Your study points depend on your skills, but there's one thing—no intentional harm is allowed, just stop when necessary."

Everyone agreed, for Chen Qiushui was a person whose cold appearance hid a warm heart, and the senior students respected her greatly.

"You decide how to compete among yourselves. Assistant Shi will keep an eye on things. I have to leave, report the results to me in time.

Again, it's normal for a hand to slip during a match, but if there's intentional harm, your status in the Grandmaster Class will be revoked immediately."

With that, her sharp gaze swept across everyone, bearing a deep warning.

After all, she didn't like to see her students harm each other.

She was usually very busy, recently participating in a project to reconstruct ancient martial arts' lost true skills, while also reserving time for her own cultivation.

She was not yet eighty; before turning one hundred, martial artists still had the hope of reaching the Fifth Major Threshold, so naturally, she wouldn't spend all her time on students.

...

After Chen Qiushui left gracefully, everyone looked at each other in silence.

Assistant Shi stayed to oversee the situation. Seeing that no one spoke, she asked:

"Shall we go to the arena?"

"No need, let's do it here,"

Chu Yanhu replied, then walked with dragon-like strides to the middle of the open space, standing tall.

"I will take first place, any objections?"

His gaze swept across, and no one spoke.

The senior students had been together for over a year and knew of Chu Yanhu's might, so there was no need to go up and embarrass themselves.

Xu Qingfeng, sensing the other's powerful aura, dared not speak.

He just winked furiously at Meng Chuan, signaling "You go up!"

Meng Chuan raised an eyebrow, and as the other wished, he leisurely walked forward.

Everyone made way, and as Meng Chuan passed by several people, his arms began to swell, and thin white smoke, representing a dangerous aura, rose from his shoulders.

In the mist, a large black python was writhing.

Sensing its master's emotions, the Dragon Demon hissed menacingly at the person ahead.

Though it was of no practical use...

Chu Yanhu opened his mouth, smiling:

"Junior Brother Meng, I have already reached the limit of a Martial Artist. By next semester, I might become a Martial Arts Family member.

How about letting me take second place first and claiming first next semester?"

Chen Jingyi remained silent by the side. She was slightly stronger than Ma Ziyan and Li Tong, who practiced Forms of the Apes, always the eternal second in the class.

These two simply didn't consider her a contender, but she didn't make a sound.

In the Supernova Competition, she couldn't even defeat Jue Ming, let alone Meng Chuan, who was fiercer than Jue Ming.

Chu Yanhu had also suppressed her for an entire semester. If either of the two lost, she would step aside swiftly.

"This junior wants to take it this semester, Senior Brother Chu Yanhu, lend a hand?"

Looking for a scene? Meng Chuan's tone was firm.

Chu Yanhu's face darkened upon hearing these words, then quickly changed his expression, continuing to smile as he said:

"Your master is a Martial Arts Grandmaster; do you really need these 50 study points each month?"

"Yes, even my master, the Celestial King Great Saint, needs them. If Senior Brother is afraid, you can just surrender."

The smile froze on Chu Yanhu's face, his pupils shrank to narrow slits, like vertical lines.

Dragon Eyes!

Though named Tiger, he had actually practiced Dragon Form!

Surprised for a moment, Meng Chuan regained his composure.

Interesting, but on his journey, he had taken down countless Dragon Forms, truly adept at capturing dragons.

Chu Yanhu flexed his clenched fists, opening them to reveal a pair of sharp dragon-clawed hands, rather than solid Tiger Palms.

Evidently, he aimed to master both Dragon and Tiger, training his body to resemble a tiger while his muscles were dragon-like.

"Then let me see the strength of the champion of the Northern Lands."

Just as the words were spoken.

Hiss!

Suddenly, Chu Yanhu swung his arm to gather force, and a massive dragon claw roared out, directly grabbing towards Meng Chuan.

The speed was too fast, almost no one could react, and the dragon claw was already in front of Meng Chuan's face.

Chu Yanhu's Qi Blood was too immense, and with this speed, Meng Chuan couldn't dodge at all.

He could only watch as the exaggerated shadow and fierce wind surrounded him like a tide of dragon force.

Meng Chuan squinted slightly, and the purple and green colors frantically gathered on his body surface. His figure, nearly two meters tall, appeared slightly small under the shadow of the dragon claw force.

"Impressive, but compared to me... still a bit lacking."

The Heart Fire spread throughout his body, and amidst the white smoke, a point of crimson fire appeared.

That red dot instantly expanded to several meters in diameter. As Meng Chuan swung his arm to punch, wind and force erupted in a fierce roar, tearing the air into a pillar of flame.

Five Elements of [Flame Burst Fist]!

The human-shaped heavy tank, wrapped in fire waves, heavily struck the terrifying dragon claw.

At the moment of collision, countless shock ripples exploded from the center of the two, as if a diver had fallen into water, these shock ripples had already transformed into splashes, squeezing against each other, spreading in all directions of the True Dragon Pavilion.

Shi Ying quickly reacted, raising her hand to summon True Qi, wrapping everyone as she retreated.

However, she was still a bit slow, and several people from the Eight Pass were immediately blown over by the air wave.

Everyone retreated dozens of meters, then continued to watch the clash between the two in the dust and smoke.

"Damn... actually blocked it."

Several people were incredibly shocked, Chu Yanhu's Qi Blood was the extreme of a Martial Artist, yet Meng Chuan could confront it head-on!

What was even more surprising was that Meng Chuan was clearly in a position of advantage.

His strength was much stronger than his opponent's, slowly suppressing Chu Yanhu's dragon claw, as his fist-like a flaming meteor slowly but firmly bent the dragon claw bit by bit.

Bang!

A thunderous roar.

The dragon force was forcibly extinguished by the fire force, Chu Yanhu clenched his teeth, veins bulging on his entire body as he pushed his Qi Blood to the extreme, using all his strength to withstand the immense force with both palms.

"Monster..."

Only Chu Yanhu knew how much pressure he was under. Facing not a Martial Artist, but a Martial Arts practitioner not using True Qi.

Meng Chuan remained silent, in a flash using Heart Fire to adjust thunder, lightning-fast punches like turbulent rapid blows continuously rained on his opponent's body, forcing him to step back constantly, leaving two distinct drag marks underfoot.

In the next moment, with Chu Yanhu at the center, a round red sun swiftly pressed down, the erupting flame ripples vibrating the air with a buzzing sound.

[Heart Fire: Yaksha Sea Exploration]!

Chu Yanhu's entire body tensed rigidly, the tearing pain from his shoulder blades made him unable to maintain the dragon force.

He widened his eyes, even the corners of his eyes slightly tearing, faint blood traces splattering along his features, he dared not blink, stunned, staring at the formidable figure floating in front of him, wrapped in blazing flames.

The dragon demon seemed born from fire, its form coiling slowly around the flames.

It was extremely excited, its form trembling and twitching within the flames, hoping fervently that its master would kill him!

At this moment, an unprecedented terrifying aura enveloped everyone's hearts, everyone gazed at that figure, speechless.

"...Holy crap, is this a Martial Artist?"

This is the value of the Northern Lands champion, terrifying beyond compare.

Li Tong in ape form was so shocked he fully submitted, completely and utterly submitting.

Ma Ziyan and Chen Jingyi showed bitter smiles, it was obvious the gap between them and Meng Chuan was mind-boggling. One day, they would be left far behind, not even seeing his taillights.

Xu Qingfeng and Meng Jiaolong, who knew Meng Chuan best, were equally shocked, hair standing on end at the scene.

Every time Meng Chuan took action, the extent and means of his power growth would exceed their imagination.

Now in Meng Chuan's terrifying form, even their eight-pass physiques would likely be immobilized, like insects trapped in resin if they got close.

In the next moment, Meng Chuan's form returned to its normal state, the white smoke and dragon demon absorbed back into his body.

He hadn't lost his mind, this was just his "normal" state, still remembering Chen Qiushui's advice clearly.

After landing, he turned back towards Assistant Shi Ying, giving a kind smile.

"Did I win?"

Shi Ying hadn't responded, still immersed in the scene just now.

She couldn't help but compare, if she didn't use True Qi and relied solely on the mutated acupoint power, she'd probably have no way to deal with this student.

In the next moment, a thunderous realization struck her heart, an unbelievable conclusion rising in her mind.

"Martial Extreme True Inheritance, truly about to be born at Yong'an Campus?"

Seeing no response, Meng Chuan turned his head towards Chu Yanhu, still in a daze clutching his shoulder.

"Senior, did I win?"

Chu Yanhu heard, like a machine that had been dried for decades being oiled, very slowly nodded.

...

After this affair, the remaining few dared not challenge the two, even the defeated Chu Yanhu wasn't someone they could provoke.

Several people began their subsequent ranking contests, the noise of the battle very subdued.

It was as if they were worried about disturbing the man sitting by the wall regulating his breath.

At this moment, Meng Chuan was on his phone logging into the Northern United University website, checking to select a fist skill teacher.

After a while, having adapted, Shi Ying walked over to Meng Chuan and instructed him on relevant matters.

The fist skill teachers in the Grandmaster Class were second-limit Martial Arts grandes, executing a one-on-one mentor system. They were basically the mentors of the little geniuses on campus, only needing to be responsible for that one person.

Even though the status of a fist skill teacher was far from that of a direct master,

But it far surpassed the ordinary teacher-student relationship between students and teachers in other classes.