With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal-Chapter 593 - 540: Heavenly Net Covering the Earth! Killing Intent Unleashed! Golden Thunder Arhat! Dragon Monk Liao Chen!
But even so, his body was still about to fall beyond the boundary.
Physique!
At this moment, only his physique could help him!
The yellow dragon disappeared in an instant, and the inner image manifested according to his will.
Layer upon layer of diamond-shaped jade scales appeared from the top of his forehead, with gilded patterns flickering with white breath.
Two strands of silver-white dragon whiskers hung down the corners of his lips and moved without wind. A roar rolled out from his throat, golden smoke leaked from his teeth, and his pupils cracked vertically like molten gold. The monks watching felt their spirits and bodies blazing hot!
At this time, it was Liao Chen’s appearance.
He was no longer a "poor monk," but rather...
A Dragon Monk!
Clearly a monk’s body, yet possessing the appearance of a Dragon King!
"Don’t worry, Master Liao Chen has not yet been defeated!"
At the critical moment, everyone watched Liao Chen’s "transformation" finish, ready to stabilize his figure.
A reversal was about to happen!
The monks eagerly awaited!
But the next second.
A half-round golden moon rose from beneath his feet, drawing a semi-circular arc, dispersing over ten feet.
Moon Crescent Sky Impulse, accompanied by a thunderous roar, fiercely slashed at the chest encased in dragon scales!
Boom——!!!
Everything settled.
With Meng Chuan’s fist lowered, the brilliance of his fist intent on the golden thunder faded with the crescent moon, and the smoke and dust splattered on the fist were gently swept away by the airflow.
Standing still, his shoulders taut and straight, he slightly turned his head, gazing fiercely in the direction that pierced through the cloud wall.
Silence reigned around the arena.
The monks stared at the huge hole created by the "Dragon Monk" in the cloud wall, stunned and speechless, disbelief grew like wild grass in their hearts.
"He transformed... and then what?"
"Brother Meng was too fierce! But... is that it?"
Jue Ming felt disappointed at the fat monk’s weak performance, like a waxed spearhead, he hadn’t had enough yet!
After a long time.
Someone suddenly turned back, finally realizing the outcome was decided.
Meng Chuan... won.
He completely relied on his own power to defeat the Dragon Form Fist master, far stronger than an ordinary Three Limits, a genius recorded in the national talent pool, a notable figure at Shaolin Martial Arts University, revered as one of the Twelve Vajra, with all kinds of titles bestowed upon [Dragon Monk Liao Chen]!
At this moment, still no one spoke.
Especially the second limits young monks, who were still immersed in shock, unable to extricate themselves.
They couldn’t imagine why Meng Chuan was so inexplicably strong, being of the same second limits.
If it had been them, they probably wouldn’t have been able to take even one move under Master Liao Chen’s manifestation...
The cloud wall dissipated, and the fat monk’s skin scales peeled away, he sat dejectedly on the ground, the yellow dragon manifestation listless and scattering.
Truly lost...
Beads of sweat the size of beans dripped from his forehead, and seeing everyone’s gaze on him, he gritted his teeth and stood up, slowly moving towards the center of the arena.
Blood dripped from his waist from time to time, and where it dropped on the ground, it left a scorched black mark, dispersing with a "sizzle," with a faint blue smoke wafting up.
Blood like pumped sauce, akin to true dragon blood.
Although he had trained Dragon Form Boxing to such an extent, he still ended in defeat...
"Second limits... a prodigy..."
Liao Chen murmured in his heart, as he walked back to the arena, Meng Chuan saw another layer of fine dragon scales grow on his waist, covering it thinly.
With the sound of "creak," as the scales interlocked, the fat monk’s rapid breathing gradually calmed.
This was the recovery ability of a Martial Arts Master in Dragon Form Boxing?
Meng Chuan panted slightly; after such an exhausting battle, aside from the "Tao Heart Demon Seed True Qi," it was already all of his capabilities.
Seeing Liao Chen’s state, he nodded in approval internally.
Not bad.
He himself also practiced multiple horizontal skills and various hard skills, and with the blessing of White Thunder, his recovery ability was only slightly better than the opponent.
On one hand, Elephant Form Fist excels at altering the body.
Its main focus is "Human frailty, Elephant Form ascension"...
Additionally, the gap in realms is evident.
After breaking through three limits, undergoing a third overall transformation of the body.
By then, his recovery ability would advance to a higher level.
By that time, compared to the fat monk at the same realm, he would be far ahead!
...
The wind gradually calmed, and the fluttering clothes settled into place.
Meng Chuan caught the tossed snake scale fruit, placed it in his belt pendant, and cupped his hands, saying:
"Thank you for letting me win, Master Liao Chen."
Liao Chen shook his head silently, feeling downcast.
Thinking of something, he panted heavily and said:
"This time I did not let you win... By the way, the move you transformed from fire attribute intention to golden thunder, what is it called?"
Meng Chuan, even with his True Qi being bizarrely electrified, had a taste of those Taoist priests from Wudang.
But based on those alone, combined with the Five Elements, there was no way to beat him.
The reason for his defeat was indeed the terrifying outburst of that golden thunder.
The fight was over, there was no point in hiding anything.
At this time, Meng Chuan was hardly panting:
"Thunder technique of the Shenxiao Sect of the Taoist school, Thunder Ancestor Divine Might—Thunder of the Inner Heart."
"Phew... Shenxiao Sect, Thunder of the Inner Heart..."
Liao Chen murmured in his heart, unexpectedly feeling a little fear towards Meng Chuan.
Cold sweat crawled down his spine, realization dawning slowly.
He actually felt fear towards a Martial Arts Master at the second limits!
This was the effect of the golden thunder damaging the spirit.
Defeated under the mighty divine thunder, thereafter, when seeing the golden thunder and white lightning in action, one must lower their gaze!
Without looking at him anymore, Liao Chen turned to look at his already healed waist.
Then lifted his head to glance at the hidden in the void Tathagata Six Desires Array, he sighed deeply:
"Donor Meng is miraculous, spontaneous as if heaven-sent divine being, I’m afraid inheriting the Buddha’s fruit in the future won’t be out of the question. Buddha... though I am defeated, I find honor in it!"
These words spoken, meant a complete surrender from the heart, acceptance.
He too was a truly recognized genius by the state, and naturally understood one major aspect common to such individuals.
If I can defeat you once, I can win a hundred times in the future!
"Fat monk, we’re all brothers, here you go."
Meng Chuan took out the snake scale fruit again, intending to return it to Liao Chen.
Not because he was flattered by the words...
Nor was it an act.
Although the fat monk was cunning, he acknowledged his loss willingly and decisively.
