With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal-Chapter 518 - 476: True Martial Arena—Dueling While Injured; Longevity Method Takes a Hundred Days to Master!
This thing lurks secretly in the void; without Meng Chuan calling it to attack, it is difficult for others to discern its form with the naked eye.
With a thought in his mind, his spiritual power gathered on the black pearl.
His finger snapped fiercely, and a streak of black light vanished from his palm like an arrow leaving the bow.
Under his perception, the black pearl twisted like a living creature after being launched, leaping out.
It didn’t shoot in a straight line but wove like a spirit snake under divine control, making it even more insidious and difficult to detect.
As for whether doing this would diminish its power.
Meng Chuan’s answer was no.
His technique differed completely from the original demon path master’s of the small black pearl.
The final way the black light entered the target was even more peculiar, striking at the moment it hit the rock.
It didn’t penetrate through to make a bottomless hole.
Instead, like ink dropping into clear water, it spread layer by layer, causing a violent tremor and then a massive explosion.
Dust rose like a cloud, and the massive rock nearly ten meters high shattered into fragments scattered on the ground.
In the future, his enemies would either be the incorporeal Celestial Demons, elusive and mysterious, or the gigantic solid Celestial Demons.
If used as before, the small black pearl could only pierce through a small hole, which was insignificant to the enormous ones.
Its penetrating power was formidable, making it useful against humans.
But for fighting people, he had another ingenious method, making it better to sell it for money if used like that.
However, after his own "modification," it had become highly useful.
"Not only that, but if I infuse it with killing intent and force, it would deliver a dual physical and mental blow to demon path practitioners and Celestial Demons..."
Such power, with the augmentation of spiritual power, could serve as a formidable weapon for ambushing opponents of the Three Limit level.
If I keep it, it might enable me to achieve remarkable feats someday.
Meng Chuan retrieved the peculiar item and tucked it into his waist badge.
When used again, he need only move his hand at his waist and flick his fingertips to unleash it, discreet and effective.
"Once my body completely recovers, I’ll seek Uncle Master Zhao to learn more about using spiritual power for attacks."
Recently, Meng Chuan realized.
In Martial Arts, the use of spiritual power isn’t as he thought.
Forming spiritual power into a sharp arrow, and with a thought, deliver a shocking stab!
Doing so is too wasteful for spiritual power.
Even with his large volume, he couldn’t manage more than a few strikes, and the power wouldn’t be "solid" enough.
Uncle Master Zhao once said:
"When spiritual power is consolidated enough, it can be attached to fists, feet, blades, and weapons to break demons."
That’s what Meng Chuan was learning.
Currently, his damage to conceptual Celestial Demons is limited to large moves of intention realm, lacking ordinary techniques for daily use.
Now that his Profound Iron Foundation is established, and his spiritual power is as solid as iron, he could already start learning how to attach and use it from others.
...
Two weeks later, Meng Chuan’s injury improved significantly, allowing him to start fist training.
However, there was still pain during visceral Qi regulation.
Thus, he had to wait longer before practicing the Five Elements Fist, which involves breath adjustment, and the Horizontal Training Skill, which needs the Chest Acupoint to regulate Qi.
The five internal organs and six viscera are the body’s most vital core organ groups, with their healing involving complex physiological digestive processes.
If not properly healed, it could easily affect the body’s overall functions, with far-reaching impacts.
Concerned about his future, Meng Chuan tread carefully, ensuring he healed thoroughly first.
That day, he sat on a large boulder, sensing nature.
Swallowing the saliva in his mouth, he retracted the guiding technique from his hands.
[Longevity Comfort Method: Proficient (42%)→(43%)]
"This Qi Refining technique, personally transmitted by Ancestral Master Zhongli, is indeed tough due to its high-level trait of Limit Breaking.
He barely broke through the entry-level and only just entered the proficiency stage. Cultivation speed drastically decreased, gaining only one point of proficiency every two days, needing over a hundred days before mastery..."
Slow is better; besides, Qi Blood martial arts is in its flourishing era, making "Qi Refining and Immortal Cultivation" a counter-current practice, naturally slower...
Regaining focus, Meng Chuan jumped off the rock and stood firm.
During the time he couldn’t regulate the five organs, he had been focusing solely on the Eight Extremities and Tai Chi path.
The former was already nearing Limit Breaking.
His fist edge skimmed across the rock and emitted a "clang," like a sharp sword being unsheathed.
Meng Chuan rotated his wrist, stepping toward the formidable foe ahead.
Ma Hongju was introduced by Wang Ye, being his senior in the quest class, powerful in strength.
He was at the peak level of the second major limit in Martial Arts realm.
Less than a thousand Qi Blood points shy from Three-Limit Mastery, a formidable foe no lesser than the previous Luoshang branch’s [Dragon-Snake Dance·Li Yuansheng].
Unable to utilize the Five Elements Fist and Hard Skills, plus being unable to liberate his body.
Relying on only punch and kick techniques, Meng Chuan was to match him.
From afar, the other walked over, cupping his hand with a smile:
"Fortune and longevity, since I’m older, I’ll presumptuously address you as Junior Brother Meng. If anything unexpected happens, do shout stop in time."
Ma Hongju also heard Meng Chuan was "capable of fighting," and was eager for the hunt in his heart.
He was also famous for being a practical combatant within the Martial Arts University at Wudang.
He originated from the Songxi faction, known as the most valiant and battle-seeking among the various factions on Wudang Mountain!
Upon hearing this, Meng Chuan cupped his hands with a smile:
"Senior Brother Ma, I’m self-aware, let’s begin."
In this real combat, in addition to using external pressure to enhance his Limit Breaking fist skill, he also wanted to take the opportunity to glimpse the "Rhyme Realm of Combat Techniques."
Ma Hongju had seen Meng Chuan lift a thousand pounds and knew this boy had supernatural strength, so he undoubtedly wouldn’t be careless.
Originally standing with a relaxed stance, Ma Hongju’s body suddenly tensed, his fierce gaze tightly locked onto Meng Chuan’s form.
He assumed a Tai Chi Cloud Hand posture, with an aura that was both warm and cold, surging from his body like a floodgate opening, slowly spreading.
Shoulders, neck, waist, abdomen, and even his entire body twisted for a moment.
It was as if hundreds of strange snakes slithered through his body, bringing his muscles, bones, and skin to life.
Not only that, but his muscles also swelled up a considerable amount, taking on a fierce appearance.
Veins bulged prominently on the exposed forearms of his short sleeves, and although his posture seemed relaxed and easy, it was evident that his Power was ready to flow through his wrist bones, poised to strike.
In the distance, Wang Ye, Jack, and Zhao Huanzhen, the three-person group eating snacks, sat lined up.
Seeing this scene, they had already taken out sunflower seeds and chips...
Zhao Huanzhen, watching the two in the field gathering momentum, casually said:
"I heard Brother Meng violated the divine rules a few days ago and was struck by lightning, suffering internal injuries and unable to use Hard Skills. I’m afraid he can’t defeat Senior Brother Ma.
Ah, with such a good opportunity, I should have stepped up!"
Wang Ye glanced sideways at him and laughed strangely:
"Even if you went up, you wouldn’t win. None of the nine chances are useful to you; what can you do?
Senior Brother Ma practices Horizontal Training Skill both inside and out, unparalleled in Combat Techniques, at the peak of Two Limits. As my good friend has needs, of course, I have to find him a fierce opponent. Step aside, hehe..."
If Meng Chuan were at his peak, capable of transforming into a ten-meter-tall giant, Wang Ye felt Senior Brother Ma probably couldn’t handle him...
But right now, taking advantage of Meng’s ailment to "take his life" and showcase Wudang’s divine might, there’s nothing wrong with that!
Zhao Huanzhen placed his hand on his treasured sword and murmured:
"Boundless Celestial Venerable, Junior Brother Wang still doesn’t learn from experience. It seems this venue will still be useful in a moment..."
Jack didn’t join the conversation with the two, his eyes tightly fixed on the two people in the field, his face flushed with excitement.
He came to Great Chu, unwilling to return to the embrace of the United States.
Because he was completely captivated by this exhilarating fighting skill.
Under True Martial, he truly doesn’t want to return to the U.S. and follow his father’s arrangement to become a "Mage"!
...
This mountainous area is vast, an "exclusive" venue for Wudang Daoists to resolve personal grievances.
Ma Hongju and Meng Chuan were several hundred meters apart. He clasped his right hand with his left, exhaling a breath, spreading a rolling air wave:
"Junior Brother, be merciful, please advise."
Meng Chuan’s throat rolled, sounding like a tiger’s roar and a thunderous rumble:
"Let’s learn from each other, Senior Brother, please advise."
Ma Hongju didn’t rush explosively; he took two slow steps and glanced at a boulder nearby, the size of a small car.
Casually, he lifted it and, from several hundred meters away, swung it round and threw it toward Meng Chuan!
The boulder, like a super cannonball, emitted a tsunami-like tearing sound in the air as it flew through the sky.
The three nearby instinctively felt tense witnessing this scene.
Such a display of strength can only be truly appreciated when seen with one’s own eyes, and it is profoundly shocking!
Meng Chuan stood still, awaiting the boulder’s arrival.
Until a massive shadow and pressure loomed overhead, he extended his hand, spreading his fingers in a Celestial King lifting tower-like pose.
Their pupils shrank, and in their perception, they saw an enormous giant’s hand reaching out from the clouds, firmly grabbing the boulder in the air, terribly terrifying.
Meng Chuan steadied the boulder merely with True Qi, pulling his hand to the side.
The boulder followed momentum, falling to the side, hitting the ground with a tremendous sound.
"No, why does he have so much True Qi?"
Jack questioned, baffled.
"Perhaps his wellspring is quite large..."
Zhao Huanzhen was also puzzled, as Wudang had someone with the [Boundless Sea of Qi] trait.
The size of his True Qi was more or less like Meng Chuan’s performance...
"Can Horizontal Training Skill not only enlarge muscles but also enlarge the wellspring? Probably not..."
Unable to comprehend, he shook his head and continued to watch the two about to collide in the field.
At this moment, Meng Chuan leaned his upper body forward at a certain angle, pushed off the ground underfoot, and in the blink of an eye, traversed several hundred meters, charging directly toward Ma Hongju.
Among the Eight Extremes of Shaking River, six fist techniques plus one bouncing wave step.
Compared to before, he had a deeper understanding of the combat techniques in this situation.
A single fist—Surging Waves—hammered towards the opponent’s chest. Ma Hongju turned his hand, using Tai Chi’s gentle force to deflect Meng Chuan’s offensive; his hand now maintaining a 45-degree angle open-close position. Power immediately condensed, a mass of True Qi gathered and pushed out, using the sustained hand form, targeted Meng Chuan’s waist.
Meng Chuan’s form swayed, and his foot seemed to both jump and twist, sidestepping Ma Hongju to the side, immediately sweeping a kick towards the other’s lower body. The grass and rubble around turned to dust under the sweeping wind.
Ma Hongju let out a muffled groan and forcefully withstood the kick. Instantly, with less than a 0.01-second reaction, he twisted and returned a side kick in response.
The two engaged and disengaged like afterimages, fists and feet colliding, exchanging offense and defense.
Casual punches and leg swings also seemed to affect and change reality like a scene of intention.
Wherever they passed, the encountered boulders and grass instantly turned to powder.
Constant explosions echoed in the air, followed by variously sized pits appearing on the mountain ground after their collisions ended.
Besides this, the air thick with dust occasionally had obstructing rock bodies or massive trees, which were casually thrown aside by either of them and exploded into flying fragments.
Jack, with wide pupils, shouted with delight:
"By True Martial Celestial Lord, is this the power of Two Limits? Zhao Huanzhen, you must be a fake Two-Limit!"
"I..."
Zhao Huanzhen opened his mouth, realizing he truly couldn’t argue back...
