Chapter 303: Upping the Stakes, Sky Arena Showdown! (Double-Length)
Meng Chuan looked up at the thing in the sky, and couldn't help but narrow his pupils.
Although he had heard long ago that the Peak Arena of this headquarters was unusual.
It reaches directly into the Cyan Netherworld, connecting with the heavens, and is known in the outside world as the "Flying Arena".
But seeing it in reality for the first time truly gave him a small shock.
Immediately, a grand sense of heroism welled up within him:
"The means of the Martial Arts Celestial King are indeed extraordinary. To compete with the Tiger King up here, how magnificent!"
Climbing ten thousand meters high along the chains, if it were about the past martial artists competing for true inheritance, it would also be a major attraction.
The Peak Arena is indeed too high, hidden in the stratosphere, occasionally visible within clouds and mist.
Even the nine passes Qi Blood limit martial artists, if fear arises in their hearts, an unstable step could cause them to fall off; such things have happened before at United University.
If someone were to fall, the Martial Extreme True Inheritance would be prematurely decided.
Furthermore, they would immediately be "optimized" out of the Grandmaster Class. No matter how high and good their talent, it would be to no avail.
This has been the primary school motto since the founding of United University:
Those who act with cowardice shall never be tolerated!
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Meng Chuan looked to the far left, where Motohiko had already started climbing the chains to the platform.
Then he returned his thoughts, stepping onto the chains to start his ascent.
Being from a Martial Arts Family, the path to the sky posed no difficulty for either of them.
As they approached the sky, the giant screen of the audience below immediately locked onto their figures.
As the camera split to focus on them, the crowd saw.
With each step Meng Chuan took, the chain trembled slightly, but underfoot he remained as steady as a rock, unmoved.
Someone muttered that he was "putting on a show," but was interrupted by an elbow from someone beside them.
"Look quickly!"
In the video, Meng Chuan suddenly accelerated.
The veins at his ankles bulged visibly, and he moved as if on level ground on the vertical section of the chain, flashing a hundred meters forward in one step.
Amidst the gasps of the crowd, Meng Chuan reached the "Peak" in about a minute.
"Hoo..."
Upon reaching the top, the fierce gale hit him, making Meng Chuan a bit uncomfortable.
If lacking in strength, even breathing at ten thousand meters high would be a luxury.
His nostrils flared with effort, yet only a small amount of air was inhaled, causing some discomfort.
Motohiko hadn't arrived yet, so after a moment of thought, Meng Chuan devised a plan.
The "Flesh Flower" mark on his chest faintly shined, restructuring the nasal cartilage like vines wrapping around it.
The reconstruction of the inner walls proceeded simultaneously, first expanding the air passages, then strengthening the capillary network.
After the transformation, his nose looked a bit odd.
It resembled the Bull Demon King, with two enormous nostrils, breathing in and out with the sound of a bellows "hoo hoo".
After taking a few deep breaths, Meng Chuan had adapted to his current state, though a bit ugly, it was comfortable~
The restructured nasal architecture could autonomously adjust the amplitude of opening and closing, precisely filtering oxygen molecules from the wind, allowing smooth and natural breathing.
Gathering his thoughts again, he saw Motohiko had also climbed up, and the two stood apart facing each other.
During a martial arts competition among Martial Arts Families, initiating action didn't require interference or direction from others.
Yet, neither rushed forward first, instead, they scrutinized each other's gear.
Meng Chuan eyed the big spear on his back, liking it more the more he looked.
Jet-black as ink from the spearhead to the tip, it was covered with faint dark golden intricate patterns.
An embedded red crystal at the grip glowed with a bloody sheen in sync with Motohiko's breathing.
"What a handsome spear."
Meng Chuan somewhat understood "Fist Shocking the Eight Desolates · Qin Xiang" now, it's no wonder the Celestial King was fond of collecting a hundred weapons.
Encountering such "premiums," he couldn't pass by without notice...
Yet little did he know, Motohiko was equally assessing him.
His eyes were fixed on the Fist Blade at Meng Chuan's waist, secretly thinking:
"It must be the Moon by Naihe Bridge... I didn't expect the Third Grade Fist Blade in his hand would be this one!"
He never expected it, the one he competed with at the Martial Arts Association Mall was Meng Chuan...
"Is this guy really that wealthy..."
Its final transaction price reached 3.5 billion, and Motohiko found himself quite surprised by the opponent's strength.
"But money alone isn't enough, without strength, you can't keep your wealth..."
This Fist Blade was Motohiko's beloved white moonlight.
Besides its high quality, its soul-harming feature, paired with his Tiger Form, was truly greater than the sum of its parts.
He couldn't help but have an idea, and casually said:
"Have you placed your bet on the forum's odds?"
Meng Chuan was admiring his big spear, and upon hearing him speak, casually replied:
"Yes, I did."
After buying the Qi Armor Spirit Pill, Meng Chuan still had over three thousand credits left, which he'd long bet entirely on himself.
Confidence required no extra words.
"Then how about you and I push a little harder? This Second Grade treasure spear of mine is called 'Tiger Soul'.
The shaft contains Tiger Form energy, not inferior to the Third Grade True Martial, betting on your Fist Blade."
As he finished speaking, Motohiko twirled his spear single-handedly, and as the spear tip gleamed and swallowed, a low growl of a fierce tiger seemed to echo, the spear's edge subtly bringing a bloody breeze.
Meng Chuan feigned a measuring look, then spoke frankly:
"I'm not practicing Tiger Form, so Tiger Form energy or whatever doesn't mean anything to me.
How can a Second Grade spear compare to the Third Grade Xiangwang Legacy Weapon?"
"Alright, then..."
Motohiko showed a regretful expression; the other party's words were indeed reasonable, the value of the spear diminished greatly without practicing Tiger Form.
"But wait, if you can match the value, I'm not unwilling to bet with you."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean... extra credits are needed."
Upon hearing this, a trace of sneer flickered in Motohiko's eyes.
He thought to himself:
"What a greedy little rascal, ha... you'll soon learn what it means when greed knows no bounds like a snake swallowing an elephant..."