With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal-Chapter 616 - 550: Leading the Team into Fengdeng—Who Forged the Sacred Embryo?
Similarly, if you want to improve your combat skills, you must spar with others.
Relying solely on theoretical discussions, no matter how well you practice your Fist Skill, it may still appear "clumsy," gradually drifting away from the essence of Martial Arts.
No matter how fierce your practice is, once you face someone of equal strength, you often can’t bring it out effectively.
If you delve into the reason, why is combat technique and martial principles separated from fist principles?
It’s because practicing and fighting are fundamentally two different things.
Meng Chuan possesses the "Eternal Proof" talent, why is his advancement in combat technique so rapid?
The experiences from each real battle are imprinted in his body, this is "enlightenment," never forgotten.
...
All the way down the mountain, influenced by the weather.
Except for a few monks with important matters, the mountain road was deserted.
Aside from that, the foot of the mountain was equally silent.
Only the hot mountain wind carried the sound of howling wind.
After descending the mountain, as the captain, Meng Chuan restrained the others’ impulse to "gallop wildly."
He didn’t rashly head to the target location with large strides, instead, his eyes scanned around, perception condensed into substance, scrutinizing the surroundings.
At the foot of the mountain, among the jagged rocks, Meng Chuan did not miss a single one.
He paused for half a second at each, even breathing lightly.
"What’s the matter?"
Liao Chen saw his vigilance and curiously asked.
This is within the jurisdiction of the Zen Ancestor Land, what danger could there be?
Meng Chuan did not reply, continuing to use his Qi Observation Skill, his perception transformed into a large hand, sweeping every inch of land in front of him.
He was wary of Fang Jianxing and unknown Demon Path martial artists.
Maintaining a perception range of a hundred feet, Meng Chuan moved slowly.
Keeping a normal walking pace, he explained as he walked:
"The Demon Path is treacherous. I have deep enmity with the Demon Summoning Hall, and I’m afraid of implicating you masters, so I must be cautious."
Liao Chen grinned, wearing a sturdy armor, swaggering in front of him.
"Donor Meng thinks too much. With our formation, even the Demon Summoning Hall Master would have to come personally."
Meng Chuan thought about it and found it somewhat reasonable.
Among the Demon Path Grandmasters, only Li Xiao of the Demon Summoning Hall exists.
With the situation in Taihang escalating, if he still had the leisure to come personally to Yu Province to deal with him,
He would have to only bring out the projection stone, summon the Fierce Yang Spear for a fierce strike...
Seeing the plump monk walking ahead, his heart settled.
In the past, whether with the police or with the companions from Lishan Mountain,
He was the one at the forefront, responsible for everything.
Now, having companions who can shoulder part of the pressure, it’s naturally much more relaxing...
While maintaining his vigilant perception, Meng Chuan slowly walked forward to walk alongside Liao Chen:
"Better safe than sorry; the foot of the mountain is not as safe as the mountaintop."
Liao Chen, seeing him walking up to share the risk, was slightly taken aback:
"True..."
Meng Chuan’s actions, unknowingly solidified his position as captain in everyone’s heart.
Simply taking the 20% battle achievement without bearing responsibility, how could he win people over?
He did not notice the change in their mindset and continued to remain vigilant.
When nothing unusual occurred, Meng Chuan finally relaxed a bit.
Finally, he stimulated his Spiritual Power intensely, perception spreading like an expanding ring, striking far.
Finding nothing more, he was at ease.
Still unable to find any trace of Fang Jianxing, Meng Chuan felt he was indeed overthinking it.
Not to mention whether he could sense him.
Liao Chen, the fat monk, was right.
He wasn’t stupid.
Even if he were here, facing them, he wouldn’t dare to show himself...
...
Though their pace slowed after descending the mountain,
Before 10 o’clock, they still arrived outside the Fengdeng City Defense Army camp.
Silhouettes fluttered, with many squads of soldiers carrying high-tech firearms, patrolling back and forth, gesturing for shift changes.
They also noticed Meng Chuan and his group but remained indifferent, each performing their duties.
The captains at the front of these Defense Army soldiers were at least advanced martial artists above the seventh level.
Members within the team were mostly intermediate martial artists above the fourth level, who have comprehended Dark Strength.
Rarely did the presence of lower-level martial artists appear.
Each squad had their designated patrol zone, orderly and systematic.
Only when Meng Chuan’s group reached the alert line did they extend a hand horizontally, signaling to stop.
