With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 38 Emerging
Meng Chuan didn't care. His main purpose in coming today was to be able to take martial arts classes with the second-year high school students in the future.

The martial arts arena has a wooden dummy area, which allows for faster improvement in body movement skills and also provides a convenient place to spar with others, quickly enhancing one's boxing proficiency.

Zong Ping, however, did not indulge Qi Fei and took the initiative to put on the sensor device first.

"Stop showing off here, you fucking get in line!"

Qi Fei simply crossed his arms and sneered:
"Alright, alright, you come here."

[Test begins]

Zongping lowered his waist and arched his back slightly, holding one hand at his side in a tiger claw shape, ready to exert force.

"Interesting. Yellow Hair would be a good target for boxing practice."

You can tell from Zong Ping's starting stance that his opponent is different from Wang Yue's triangular cat-tiger form and has real skill.

[Qi and Blood Value 7.18, Entering the Third Stage]

"Damn it, this young man!"

The second-year martial arts students watching were shocked. Shouldn't a first-year student with such strength be sought after by all the major martial arts schools? Why would he come to Ping An Middle School?

Meng Chuan was too lazy to wait any longer and went straight up to take the sensing device from Zong Ping's hand.

"Qi Fei, right? You continue to settle down, I'll test first."

Paoquan is a form of Xingyiquan, and its starting stance is completely different from that of the tiger form in Xiangxingquan.

Meng Chuan took a half step with his right foot, crossed his arms and placed them straight on his abdomen, right hand outside and left hand inside, palms facing inward.

Then, rotate both arms outward, bend the elbows and bring them to the waist with the palms facing upward, move the qi and blood to the forearms, and then punch out with force.

Please remove the sensor.

[Qi and Blood Value 7.47, Entering the Third Stage]

As the machine emitted a notification sound indicating the test was over, the entire room fell silent instantly.

Pairs of eyes were fixed on Meng Chuan.

Shock, astonishment, disbelief—all sorts of emotions came together.

Someone muttered to themselves:

"Didn't they say he only knew how to do baby punches? Is the machine broken?"

Some sharp-eyed students have already noticed the clues:
"It's not bad. His skill in Cannon Fist is probably about to reach perfection."

"Hiss, this kid is terrifying!"

"My second uncle was right."

Although Zong Ping had a carefree personality, he still bowed and praised those of his age who had higher Qi and Blood values ​​than him:
"Brother, you're awesome! Let's have a real fight in the ring later."

He now believes his second uncle's words; this Meng Chuan really does have something.

Meng Chuan returned Zong Ping's greeting with clasped hands:
"No problem, I've been wanting to experience the essence of the Tiger Form for a long time."

The Hu brothers were also full of surprise. They thought that Zong Ping was already very impressive in the first year of high school, but they did not expect that there were other experts.

Qi Fei stood there awkwardly. He had practiced Tiger Fist last week and felt he had made some progress, so he had his Qi and blood tested, which showed a reading of 6.82.

I just told those two to calm down first, wouldn't it be ridiculous for me to go up and test them now?
"I reckon only Brother Qi can keep these two in check."

"Go, Qi-ge! Our last pride as a second-year high school student!"

Only Qi Fei's Qi and blood hadn't been tested yet, and everyone urged him on:
"Yeah, Brother Qi, hurry up and get on board!"

Everyone was watching him, and Qi Fei had no choice but to walk up to the test with a grim face.

[Qi and Blood Value 6.78, Entering the Third Stage]

Qi Fei cursed his bad luck, his health and vitality value was not as high as it was during last week's test. He wondered if it was because he had only thrown one punch and the value was fluctuating.

Seeing this, Zongping laughed heartily:

"Hmm? Xiao Fei, 10% off?"

Seeing Qi Fei's sour face, everyone else kept quiet, not wanting to provoke him.

Qi Fei thought to himself, "The difference in qi and blood is not that big, and I am a year older and have more practical experience."

There's still a ring match to save face, so we must teach those two a lesson and restore our dignity, especially that blond guy!

Principal Zong arrived late and walked to the head of the grade:

"How were the test results? How many people broke three?"

"Including Zong Ping and Meng Chuan from the first year of high school, there are a total of 16 students with Qi and blood above four points."

"Our school is currently on a fast track of development in martial arts!"

"The number of students in the second year of high school who have passed the three major hurdles of Qi and Blood has increased by 50% compared to the same period in previous years!"

The director was too eager for advancement. He paused for a moment, then continued:
"And Zong Ping and Meng Chuan, you really have a keen eye for talent, Principal!"

The principal immediately became interested. He knew his nephew's level very well, but he really didn't know the strength of Meng Chuan's Qi and blood.

The main reason for letting him participate in the second year of high school exams was because of the reform of the National Righteous Boxing.

"What is Meng Chuan's Qi and Blood value?"

"7.47."

"You mean Duo Shao!"

The director repeated it loudly to the principal.

Principal Zong muttered to himself:

"This test actually revealed a real dragon."

Although Meng Chuan's strength of qi and blood shocked him, he was a man who had seen many storms and quickly regained his senses.

"Those with three or more paths step forward and draw lots to determine their opponents below the arena, ultimately selecting the top three."

After the principal finished speaking, Meng Chuan followed the crowd towards the arena area, thinking as he walked:

"Including me, there are 16 contestants in total. Most of them have just over 4 points of health points to make up the numbers."
We need to be careful of the Hu brothers and Qi Fei, and most importantly, that blond guy named Zong Ping.

"This is my first competition, so I must get off to a good start and go all out to win first place!"

The draw results for the first round of the competition came out quickly. Meng Chuan's opponent was a player with 4.32 HP who had just entered the third stage.

The principal stood in the middle of the arena, coughed twice to clear his phlegm, and waved his hand, saying:
"Game start!"

The unknown player opposite looked at Meng Chuan as if facing a formidable enemy; the difference in their strength and vitality made him somewhat intimidated before the battle even began.

Seeing that the other party had not made a move for a long time, Meng Chuan politely prompted:
"I'm about to go, senior, watch out."

Meng Chuan used his strength to close the distance, and in just a few steps, he was in front of his opponent.

Then came a simple, unadorned straight-arm cannon punch, with a crisp sound faintly heard in the wind, which was the manifestation of the hidden internal force in the fist technique.

Meng Chuan's attack was not at full speed and power; it was merely a probing attack.

The opponent had a perfect opportunity to dodge, but perhaps intimidated by Meng Chuan's imposing manner, he actually raised his hand to try and take the hit head-on.

An immense sense of pressure assaulted his face; the sound of wind preceded the arrival of the fist!
"It's over!"

The opponent actually closed his eyes on the stage, and Meng Chuan wanted to stop, but it was too late.

Just at the critical moment, the principal stepped forward and timely blocked Meng Chuan's fist.

With a loud crack, the other person's legs went weak and they almost collapsed to the ground.

Principal Zong's face turned ugly, and he roared:
"Are you looking for death? What are you doing closing your eyes in the ring?!"

"Next group!"

Although Meng Chuan's performance was unexpected, many of the other students performed very poorly.

When faced with an attack, they don't know whether to dodge or defend; they just blindly follow the boxing manual and fight haphazardly.

Seeing this, the principal thought to himself:
"We need to increase the number of real-world combat exercises between students in the future."

Qi and blood levels are merely the minimum requirement for martial arts mastery; ultimately, true skill comes from fists and feet!

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