With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 11 Hitting People Like Hanging a Painting

Meng Chuan had arranged with Wang Yue on Friday to go to the martial arts gym together at seven o'clock on Saturday morning.

Recently, things have been quite unsettled in Yong'an City. Wang Yue's family is wealthy, and his father has spent a lot of money to arrange for a bodyguard with eight levels of Qi and Blood to protect him closely.

What's most eye-catching is that the bodyguard's hands are covered with a pair of special gloves that fit extremely well. When his hands unconsciously clench into fists, four white bone spikes automatically protrude from the four top knuckles, except for the thumbs, just like Wolverine in his previous life.

It should be a demon-slaying weapon. Meng Chuan has never seen any other demon-slaying weapons, so he dares not make a definitive conclusion.

"Wang Yue, can he get in?"

Meng Chuan stopped at the entrance of the martial arts school, looking at the burly man in a suit and sunglasses standing closely beside Wang Yue, and asked with concern.

He worried that Wang Yue's bodyguard hadn't paid his tuition and would be punched away by Luo Guanyun as soon as he entered.

"I'll pay double the price, absolutely!"

I still don't understand the world of the rich. With the [Qian Yuan Lei Dong] technique in the martial arts school, there is absolutely no danger.

Qin Mengya, whom Wang Yue secretly admires, didn't come today, and Wang Yue was somewhat absent-minded on the training field.

"Fatty, train hard, don't be so listless."

Under Liu Ru's guidance, Meng Chuan practiced standing meditation. Seeing the fat man sitting on the ground in a daze, he couldn't bear to see his father waste two thousand yuan like that.

"Sigh, I feel listless if I can't see Qin Mengya."

Unexpectedly, this fat guy is quite the romantic, but based on Meng Chuan's understanding of him, he's just being lazy.

"Get up and practice! Qin Mengya's Qi and Blood level was 1.68 last time, almost breaking the 2 mark. Look at you, how can you be worthy of her?"

"I've broken through to level 1 too, okay! Don't believe me? Let's have a practice session!"

Although he always followed Meng Chuan's lead, Meng Chuan hit Wang Yue's sore spot, making him like a cat with its fur standing on end.

Meng Chuan thought to himself that although Wang Yue had barely passed the first Qi and Blood barrier by taking drugs, the gap between him and Wang Yue was not much. It would be a good opportunity to test his actual combat ability.

"Fierce Tiger Fist - Wang Yue! First Qi and Blood Barrier, please enlighten me."

Wang Yue let out a shout, and all the boxers and stance practitioners around him turned to look in his direction.

Meng Chuan dug out a three-bedroom apartment with his toes, never expecting Wang Yue to play such an awkward game with him.

Left with no other option, Meng Chuan stood still and returned the greeting:

"National Compulsory Basic Boxing Method - Meng Chuan. Zero Dao Qi and Blood, please teach me."

"I know that fat guy, he's a rich kid here to experience life. Who's that over there?"

"The opponent is also a master, but he's naturally a bit dim-witted; he'll be the future compiler of the new version of Guoyiquan."

"??"

This person didn't come last weekend, so I didn't understand what the other person meant.

"Just watch and see. That fat guy isn't anything special, but the guy on the other side named Meng Chuan, who's known for his Guoyiquan style, is something else. He might actually be able to turn the tables."

Even though the two were at the bottom of the martial arts world, the people of Chu loved martial arts and enjoyed watching people fight. Many minor experts at the second and third levels of Qi and Blood gathered around.

People gathered around, and Wang Yue's mind gradually cleared. He regretted it a little. He knew Chuan Ge's Guoyi Quan better than anyone else. When he practiced, the whooshing sound of the wind was unmistakable.

"Stop fighting, Brother Chuan'er, I admit defeat, okay?"

Wang Yue's family has been in business for three generations, and the current generation is incredibly shameless, completely disregarding any martial arts principles.

"Too late, watch out for the punch!"

They've already shouted those embarrassing slogans, and they've practically pulled their pants down—they have to fight!

Meng Chuan steps into a bow stance with his left foot and launches a rapid attack with his right fist.

Wang Yue, being the first to possess vital energy, easily dodged Meng Chuan's probing attack.

"Damn, Brother Chuan'er, are you serious?"

Wang Yue made tiger claws with both hands, baring his teeth and howling. Coupled with his chubby figure, the people around him burst into laughter. "Here he comes!"

Wang Yue charged toward Meng Chuan, his "Tiger Descending the Mountain" style was quite imposing, given his size.

Meng Chuan decided to avoid the attack, taking a half-step back with his left foot as the center to dodge the impact, and then immediately stepped forward and slammed his elbow into Wang Yue's big belly.

"Damn, this fat guy is really chubby."

Meng Chuan's elbow strike failed to break through the defense.

"Hehe, Brother Chuan'er, I'm building tanky items. You're too low-level to keep up, so you can't kill me."

Meng Chuan ignored Wang Yue's taunts, got up and continued his attack. Wang Yue completely abandoned defense and continued his fierce attack.

"How do we deal with this situation? We can't even scratch this guy."

"There's nothing we can do, but these are nothing compared to those who cultivate body techniques, which are even more monstrous. We can only wait for an opportunity."

People around were talking a lot.

Faced with this situation, Meng Chuan remained calm. Guoyiquan is a basic boxing style that consumes very little physical strength.

With the proficiency about to break through the limit, the routine can be flexibly changed from heavy punches to light strikes, the hands are like fluttering butterflies, and the footwork can be freely changed by combining the three-element stance.

As his fists moved with his heart, and his heart moved with his heart, Meng Chuan gradually got into the swing of things. This was the charm of boxing, and also his lifelong pursuit.

"Holy crap, look at Meng Chuan, he played so beautifully!"

"Yes, even though his blood and qi are weak, his boxing techniques are really awesome!"

The onlookers gradually quieted down and watched the fight more closely. To be able to perform boxing like that was a skill in itself, and it was worthy of respect.

As Meng Chuan got into the zone, Wang Yue completely lost his rhythm and could only passively defend against the punches coming from all directions.

After a long and fierce battle, Meng Chuan finally found an opportunity and used a sweeping leg to trip Wang Yue to the ground. After falling to the ground, Wang Yue was too exhausted to continue and surrendered.

Meng Chuan squatted down, helped Wang Yue up, and patted the dust off Wang Yue's body.

"It's okay, Brother Chuan, it's not shameful to lose to you."

Liu Ru led the applause, and then the entire training ground erupted in applause. Meng Chuan gave them a performance that was like a textbook example of boxing.

Many people looked thoughtful. If even the most basic children's boxing could be so powerful when practiced to a high level, then what about the more advanced boxing techniques they had learned?
In an instant, the wooden dummy area was crowded with people.

"I was here first, so I'll go first."

"Who's there? Don't push me!"

Liu Ru hadn't expected Meng Chuan to have such a leading role. As the master's disciple and instructor, she was also subject to a corresponding assessment system.

The fact that students who didn't meet the required standards had to be fined as tuition fees meant that Meng Chuan had done him a huge favor.

"Do you still have the energy? I'll be your sparring partner and see how it goes."

Liu Ru extended an invitation to Meng Chuan. She was much stronger than Meng Chuan, and giving him pointers would quickly improve his combat skills, which would also be a way of repaying him.

"Thank you, Instructor Liu. Come on."

Meng Chuan had already grown to enjoy the sparring match and readily accepted Liu Ru's invitation.

"The legs weren't fully extended, and the force wasn't applied correctly."

"Your straight punch lacks power, and your waist isn't generating enough force! Hey kid, where are you going to hit me?"

Liu Ru only defended and did not attack. Every time Meng Chuan made a few moves, Liu Ru would gently exert force to force him back, and then give him corresponding guidance.

Meng Chuan's last punch was a bit unsportsmanlike; Liu Ru's strike was a little too heavy, and Meng Chuan was sent flying, crashing into the wall covered with soft rubber.

"This move is called Yueshan Baji—it strikes people like hanging paintings!"

(End of this chapter)