With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal-Chapter 588 - 539: Twelve Diamond Guardians! Infernal Dragon Subjugation! The Purpose of Fanluo! (6.2k Merged Chapter)_2

Chapter 588: Chapter 539: Twelve Diamond Guardians! Infernal Dragon Subjugation! The Purpose of Fanluo! (6.2k Merged Chapter)_2

As for the effects after consumption.

They were also previously known from an illustrated book.

Primarily acting on the body, having nothing to do with the consciousness sea.

It can mutate the human body, giving rise to antibodies against most poisons.

Besides, there are also slight effects of tempering the body.

Some highly toxic smoke ambushes oneself, the flesh flower can’t close the pores in time.

Or something like an exceptionally sharp, poison-laden dagger that can pierce one’s skin, making it even harder to defend against.

Added with a bit of refining the [essence] effect, this item is not bad, he’ll accept the wager!

Meng Chuan quickly analyzed it and made his decision, then said aloud:

"Master Liao Chen, I am short of funds, and I don’t have any good treasures at hand.

If I lose, I am willing to take out two hundred million in cash, and hand it over to Master."

Liao Chen pondered for a moment, two hundred million, although not up to expectations, roughly equals a second-tier heavenly treasure, barely considered equivalent.

Although the market price for the fifty-year snake scale fruit surely exceeds two hundred million.

But since my cultivation has an advantage, it’s only fair to give some leeway, right?

Thinking this, Liao Chen’s expression suddenly turned solemn, reminding,

"Well said——this is just a gift, not the object of the wager, Donor Meng must remember."

"..."

Both Meng Chuan and all the monks present were speechless, Monk Shinan even turned away and walked to one side. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Couldn’t bear to look...

This chubby monk, so shameless.

What kind of gift, it’s clearly Sima Zhao’s intention, known to all...

...

The two in the open ground, a hundred meters apart, stood facing each other from afar.

Getting serious, Liao Chen no longer pretended.

The honest façade flashed by, his face turning grave.

Step... step...

Walking slowly, the ground made a crisp sound underfoot.

Then, fiery red dragon tails grew from his shoulders, coiling along his arms with a green dragon body, ending in a fierce dragon’s head in his palm.

The green dragon coiled, gripping left and right.

This was Liao Chen’s "Dragon-Subduing Fist Intent".

Meng Chuan knew its power, having suffered losses before, he dared not be careless.

He took a deep breath, his figure swelling a large size, no longer "compressed".

The shadow slowly rose, the momentum becoming more imposing.

It wasn’t a release, but a return to normal, no longer restraining his own power form.

Standing at a height of two meters eight, shoulders wide enough for a horse to run on!

The helmet made of yellow earth, covered mainly in profound black, shone with exotic hues of blue, purple, gold, and white.

The misty water vapor moistened the layer, making the earth helmet more solid.

Then, the mighty white flow surged and rolled, fists tightly clenched, scattering.

His fists ignited with blazing flames, held at his waist gathering strength, with the trailing flames behind him stretching several meters.

Fire Fist·Meng Chuan!

"Come!"

Boom——!

The instant his foot heavily stepped down, the distance of a hundred meters was crossed in a flash.

...

"What an intense fire-intent scene!"

Watching at the forefront were a few, all chief disciples of the Martial Monk Academy’s Three Limits.

Among them, a knowledgeable Xingyi Sect monk focused intently, finding it hard to believe this was the result of someone at the second limit.

Is this the embryonic form of intention?

Clearly a genuine fist intent, Martial Arts intention!

"Liao Kong, look at the energy around him, he grasped the Five Elements’ interdependence, it’s most extraordinary..."

"At such a young age, both admirable and fearful..."

Meng Chuan’s normal physique was initially very tall and large.

Without muscle restraint, he transformed from a bodybuilder back to a monstrous muscle-bound man.

With the added embracement of flames, even without activating liberation, he resembled a flame giant in the world.

His whole body flowing with fire, swaying with the wind, shining golden-red under sunlight.

Sprinting towards the chubby monk, the manifested intention pressure raged like a torrent, causing Liao Chen’s heart to tighten involuntarily:

"This kid... How long has he mastered the power of intention, yet the momentum is so heavy..."

If another second-limit martial monk replaced him.

At this moment, they probably couldn’t even stand up straight!

Liao Chen was certain in his heart, absolutely unbeatable at the same level.

A master of second-limit Martial Arts, throughout the entire Shaolin Temple, even nationwide, worldwide, no one could match Meng Chuan!

Moreover, he hasn’t even used that enlargement technique...

The more he thought, the more astonished he became, Liao Chen considered and concluded it wouldn’t do.

He had to show his real skills to avoid losing face in front of the monks.

Thoughts crossed his mind, he didn’t hesitate much.

Immediately, his right foot stomped heavily, fully operating his intention, sending out crisp cracking sounds without a hint of stagnation.

In an instant, the manifestation appeared!

A fleeting dragon shadow passed behind him, swirling around him, expanding with the influx of intention, the dragon body grew as thick as a door panel, coiling around him ready to strike.

Meng Chuan’s expression tensed, this kind of form, this kind of pressure, not inferior to Long Jiu in the slightest...

If he could defeat the opponent, even the Mountain-Shaking Ape would be a defeated general under him!

Today is the day!

Bang——!

As the chubby monk suddenly burst forth, the dragon tail dragged on the ground, suddenly lashing, and the piercing sound echoed throughout the training field.

If it were earlier muddy ground, or the mountain terrain they used to spar on before, it would have long split into a bottomless giant chasm.

With Liao Chen’s sparring, he’s always ruthless with few words.

Meng Chuan anticipated it, not dodging either.

In a flash, he appeared in front of the chubby monk, the rhythm of mountains and rivers hidden between steps, raising his hand like cradling flowing clouds into his arms.

With flame-intent scene, executing True Martial Demon-Suppressing!

As the chubby monk’s fist arrived, the green dragon claw emerged from behind.

The claw blade and fist edge intersected, the dispersing Qi strength hitting the ground behind Meng Chuan, causing intense sonic booms.

Yet landing on Meng Chuan’s body, it was like a small stream returning to the sea, not a sound of splashing water was heard.

"Use more strength!"

Meng Chuan grinned, his pride lay in this body tempered a hundred times into steel.

The black and white flow mixed in the flames flickered, pushed against Liao Chen, suddenly like a mountain collapse, resounding with a roar stirring the soul.

Using slow against fast, motionless to move, it’s also the subtlety of the Nine Styles of Demon-Suppressing.