With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 39 Traditionalists and Reformists

The country allocates a lot of resources to schools with the aim of cultivating warriors who can fight against the Heavenly Demon, not nurturing delicate flowers in a greenhouse.

After stepping off the stage, Meng Chuan began observing the others.

Zong Ping and the second son of the Hu family who practiced the ape form were fighting fiercely, but Zong Ping was far superior to his opponent in terms of both qi and blood strength and combat experience.

Sure enough, after more than twenty moves, Zong Ping used his Tiger Claw Heart Strike to knock his opponent off the stage, easily defeating him.

The match continued.

Qi Fei and the eldest son of the Hu family both defeated their opponents and successfully entered the top 8.

Their gazes were now fixed intently on Meng Chuan and Zong Ping, whom they considered formidable rivals, and they were secretly plotting their tactics.

The principal announced that the winning students should rest and catch their breath for a while, and then the second round of drawing lots would begin.

The onlookers were also busy, discussing who would be the winner.

Traditionalists believe that Qi Fei can win, even if his health is low, he can still win by relying on his martial arts experience;
The reformers, on the other hand, believed that Meng Chuan or Zong Ping were more capable.

Although both are still young, their physical strength is evident, allowing them to surpass each other.

[Group 1: Lin Mosheng vs. Zong Ping]

[Group 3: Meng Chuan vs. Hu Jiaxiang]

"Brother, please be careful!"

The second son of the Hu family was worried for his eldest brother, Hu Jiaxiang. The last thing he wanted was for his brother to face Meng Chuan too soon.

This kid is too weird. He used to practice Guoyiquan at school every day, and his Qi and blood levels were still so high. I can't figure out his moves.

Zong Ping easily defeated his opponent again. His Tiger-style Fist was incredibly powerful, and he knocked his opponent off the stage in just a few moves.

When it was Meng Chuan's turn to go on stage, he clasped his hands in greeting and introduced himself.

"Cannon Fist, trained by the Infinite Martial Arts School."

Hu Jiaxiang was a little nervous, but he smiled and said the same thing on the surface:

"Hu Jiaxiang, White Ape Fist, is a disciple of the Ape God Martial Arts School."

"please."

Meng Chuan let his opponent attack first. It was the first time he had encountered an opponent using the ape form, and he wanted to see what it was all about.

"Junior, be careful!"

Like Tarzan, Hu Jiaxiang leaped backward and hooked one hand onto the supporting pillar of the ring.

Leaning against the rope, he used its elasticity to propel himself towards Meng Chuan, and then threw a punch from top to bottom.

"The ape form does have some tricks up its sleeve; it can even take advantage of the terrain on the arena."

While thinking, Meng Chuan stood still, turned his body to the side, and pushed the fist away.

Seeing this, Hu Jiaxiang immediately used his killer move, the Monkey Steals the Peach!

With incredibly flexible legs, he did a wide split, and his right hand swiftly reached for Meng Chuan's vitals.

"This young man has no sportsmanship!"

Meng Chuan frowned inwardly, then used his waist to perform a backflip and easily dodged the attack.

Once in position, aim for the opponent's vital points and deliver a sweeping kick straight at their groin, using their own methods against them.

Hu Jiaxiang was still doing the splits and hadn't stopped when he realized his groin was in danger, so he quickly reached out and covered it.

With a thud, Meng Chuan kicked the other person to the ground.

After getting up, Hu Jiaxiang rubbed his hands together and jumped up and down like a monkey on Mount Emei.

Meng Chuan gave his opponent no chance to breathe, setting up his gun and unleashing powerful punches like cannonballs at him. Hu Jiaxiang could only rely on his ape-like movements to dodge and weave.

The ring was only so big. After dodging about ten punches, Hu Jiaxiang was finally caught off guard by Meng Chuan, who delivered a powerful punch that knocked him to the ground.

After falling to the ground, he immediately raised his hands in surrender.

"I surrender!"

"Don't be so despicable next time," Meng Chuan said with a smile, helping the other person to their feet.

"I'm sorry, I was practicing the ape form, and I couldn't help myself in the heat of the moment."

Hu Jiaxiang blushed with embarrassment; he could sense that Meng Chuan had held back earlier.

If someone with his level of Ming Jin (a martial arts technique) had used all their strength, the kick that was aimed at his hand covering his groin just now would have been enough to break his hand.

With Qi Fei's victory in the fourth group, Meng Chuan, Zong Ping, Qi Fei, and one lucky player advanced to the semifinals.

Meng Chuan was quite lucky, drawing the lucky one who had just entered the third level. He defeated him in no time and watched the remaining two tigers fight it out.

Qi Fei was eager to fight and full of fighting spirit. Meng Chuan had not used his full strength yet, and his Qi and blood value was far ahead, so he was a little scared.

"This Zongping guy's qi and blood aren't much stronger than mine, and he has the worst mouth, so I hit him!"

Anyway, even if he encounters Meng Chuan later, he will most likely lose. Qi Fei decided to fight with all his might in this battle and teach Zong Ping a lesson!

Zong Ping and Qi Fei both practiced Xingyi Quan Tiger Form, and the two fought fiercely, like two tigers that cannot share a mountain. More than ten minutes passed without a clear winner.

In the end, Zongping prevailed, winning the match with a beginner-level, second-rate boxing technique he had never shown before, called "Tiger Roaring in the Mountains."

Qi Fei then defeated Meng Chuan's opponent to take third place, and after a short rest, Zong Ping began to compete with Meng Chuan for first place.

The situation is too unpredictable.

No one expected that before the blood and qi test, everyone was discussing who would be number one between the Hu brothers and Qi Fei.

Now, two first-year high school students are competing for first place.

However, everyone was convinced of the result, as they could all see the strength of Meng Chuan and Zong Ping.

Most of the students on the field practiced imitative boxing, with the tiger form being the most prevalent. They were all cheering for Zongping.

"Pictographic characters are the best in the world!"

"The tiger is invincible! Brother Zong, take him down!"

A small number of Xingyi practitioners are also loudly advocating for Meng Chuan's teachings:

"Kill these tiger brats!"

"Go Meng Chuan! Let them know that Xingyi is the coolest!"

Looking at the cheers around him, Meng Chuan felt a stirring in his heart.

When I fought Le Ping at the martial arts gym before, there weren't nearly as many spectators as there are now.

But he was not intimidated at all and calmed himself down.

In the future, my stage will be even more dazzling; this is just a small part!
As the surroundings calmed down, Zongping spoke first:

"I knew all along that we would eventually meet."

"The Howling Forest Fist was originally intended for you, what a pity, but you still won't be my match."

Meng Chuan said with a smile:

"Fine, let me see where your confidence comes from."

Meng Chuan made a gesture of invitation.

Like a tiger charging down from the mountain peak, accompanied by a tiger's roar, Zong Ping struck with a palm accompanied by the sound of wind.

The opponent's speed was no slower than his own, so Meng Chuan dared not be careless.

He immediately pushed his mastery of the "Inch Step" technique to its limit, sidestepping and stomping his right foot on the ring, narrowly avoiding the palm strike by using the force of the impact.

But the tiger's paw still struck his swaying clothes, and with a "rip," a large hole was instantly torn in the waist of his school uniform.

"Luckily, I was wearing a school uniform."

Meng Chuan reacted very quickly. His clothes were torn to shreds. How could he just dodge without fighting back?

He roared, and his momentum instantly soared into the sky!

He then strode forward, raised his left arm high with his fist facing him as if he were touching his forehead, pulled his right arm back to gather power, and made a loose clenching motion with his palm, as if a cannonball was ready to be fired.

(End of this chapter)