With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 40 Fierce Fighting
Upon seeing this, Zongping's hair stood on end, and even the yellow hair on his head stood up one by one.

He knew a bit about Cannon Fist and sensed something was wrong.

"This move is powerful; it's probably close to perfection! We cannot defeat it by force!"

The tiger form is known for its fierceness, and few people who don't practice it know how agile the tiger can be.

In the blink of an eye, Zongping made tiger claws with both hands, alternating them in front of his chest, preparing to use a soft force to deflect the attack.

Inch Step is the best partner for Cannon Fist. Zong Ping only understands Cannon Fist but not Inch Step, which is a big mistake!

The fact that his opponent didn't dodge but prepared to take the attack made Meng Chuan overjoyed.

Building up momentum step by step takes time, and the opponent's actions are exactly what they want!

"That's enough, people will die if we keep it any longer."

With a loud bang, Meng Chuan stomped his foot off the ground, the terrifying explosive force almost creating a crater in the arena.

It swept towards Zongping like a gust of wind, its voice arriving before it did!
Eight muffled explosions rang out in the air—a single cannon firing eight shots to enter the room!
"I guessed right, it's almost time for the nine shots to be completed."

"But why is this explosive power so strong?"

Zongping was stunned into place by the force of the punch. The strong wind made it impossible for him to open his eyes, and he felt that this punch would kill him.

"Second Uncle! Help me!"

The principal was already waiting on the side. As a master of the Transformation Realm with nine streams of Qi and Blood, he naturally intercepted Meng Chuan's heavy punch with ease.

The force of the punch swept backward, blowing Zong Ping's bangs backward.

"Holy crap, the principal is your second uncle?"

The sounds of fistfights on stage were so loud that only Meng Chuan overheard this little secret.

Considering that the principal's surname is Zong and this kid's surname is also Zong, it seems this is no coincidence.

Zongping nodded with a bitter smile:

"There are always people more capable than you, and mountains beyond mountains. I admit defeat."

I was talented enough to attend the elite preparatory class of Yong'an Wuda, but I never expected to stumble at the small Ping'an Middle School.

Meng Chuan clasped his hands and said:
"Concession!"

Then, turning to look at the crowd below the stage, and remembering his master's expectations of him, he said loudly:
"Xingyi is the coolest!"

Those practicing Xingyi in the audience went wild, raising their hands and cheering:

"Meng Chuan is awesome!"

"Xingyi martial arts are the best in the world!"

As Meng Chuan watched this scene, he felt the atmosphere of winning a martial arts competition for the first time so vividly, and he enjoyed it immensely.

Qi Fei also awkwardly offered his congratulations with a cupped-fist salute:
"Impressive, Meng Chuan."

Seeing this, Meng Chuan responded with a smile, saying that it was just a matter of pride between students and there was no need to take it too seriously.

The principal called Qi Fei up to the stage and then formally announced:
"First of all, starting next semester, these two very capable junior students will be attending classes with you all. Let's give them a round of applause!"

This time, the applause was no longer sparse. The students weren't so calculating; Meng Chuan and Zong Ping's abilities earned everyone's respect.

"It's awesome!"

Thunderous applause and cheers erupted inside the martial arts hall.

"Secondly, the school will sponsor Meng Chuan, the first-place winner, with a scholarship of 100,000 yuan; Zong Ping, the second-place winner, with 50,000 yuan; and Qi Fei, the third-place winner, with 10,000 yuan!"

Meng Chuan was genuinely surprised to hear that the principal was going to award him a bonus of 100,000 yuan.

"Is the school that rich? Such a large reward for a single final exam?"

The principal paused for a moment, then continued:
"Finally, the top three students in this exam, Meng Chuan, Zong Ping, and Qi Fei, will represent Ping'an Middle School in the Yong'an City High School Joint Examination (24 Schools) in early October. We hope you can bring glory to the school and create even greater achievements!"

In the end, Meng Chuan's first competition came to a close amidst applause.

The Monkey God Martial Arts Hall. Inside the secret room.

An elderly man and a man in a black trench coat sat facing each other, the atmosphere in the room strange and turbulent.

The man in black wore a mask with no visible patterns, and the corners of the mask's mouth looked as if they had been painted over.

The huge white V-shape at the corner of his mouth resembles a clown laughing wildly.

"Yuan Huan, what's your decision?"

The old man remained silent.

The masked man extended his right palm, from which black smoke gradually emerged, then cracked like a giant tooth splitting open, making a jagged sound.

A strange object, resembling a seed and emitting a purplish-black luster, slowly emerged from the crack in the palm.

The man in black looked sincere and muttered some kind of incantation.

As the incantation was chanted, the seed slowly changed, and the black light around it grew stronger.

The old man opposite him had a solemn expression as he looked down at everything, the wrinkles on his forehead twisting into a double-lane four-lane road.

Finally, with a "rip," the seed split open, and a miniature black gourd-like thing broke out of the shell.

After the little gourd hatched, its movements returned to calm, and the black and purple light vanished instantly.

"Do you see that, Yuan Huan? This is the Seed of Fear."

"As long as you take it, you can also have the abilities of the Heavenly Demon, just like us. You can rely on the power of fear to increase your strength and thus have a longer lifespan."

"You don't have many years left to live, Yuan Huan. This huge martial arts arena, the status of a martial artist revered by thousands, you don't want any of it?"

The old man swept his sleeve, overturning the tea table, and angrily shouted:
"Who am I?"

"I have risked my life countless times, venturing deep into the demon's lair to slay numerous heavenly demons. Though I am now old and frail, I still have many disciples everywhere. I am the renowned [Sky-Supporting Arm - Yuan Huan]!"

"What's so scary about death? How could I possibly associate with you filthy people because of it!"

Upon hearing Yuan Huan's righteous words, the masked man laughed so hard he almost fell over.

"Heh heh heh heh, Yuan Huan, you're going to make me laugh to death. Stop pretending. If you don't want to go along with the corrupt practices, then what are you doing sitting here calmly with me?"

"You were never a good person to begin with! When you were 22, you went down into the Demon's Nest with your classmates for the first time, and in the end, you were the only one who came out alive, even though your strength was only at a medium to low level."

At 28, he killed his own brother to inherit the martial arts school; at 38, he killed his mentor to seize Zhenwu.

At 70, your wife of forty years discovers your little secret, and you kill her with a single, emotionless blow.

Countless strangers were ruthlessly killed by you for standing in the way of your interests.

"You're a beast, worse than a pig or a dog! Stop pretending to be innocent with me!"

Yuan Huan was so shocked by what he heard that he broke out in a cold sweat, and his face changed drastically!

These are secrets hidden deep in his heart, how could he know?
"Our methods are far beyond your imagination. We have uncovered all your secrets. Your best option is to cooperate honestly."

The masked man gave the other person some time to think.

Then, his tone softened, and he spoke slowly:
"But these things just prove that we are fellow travelers, and at this moment, we are kindred spirits who have met on the road."

Join us.

Join the evolution of light!

After he finished speaking, the room fell into a deathly silence.

In an instant, Yuan Huan felt a great weight lifted from his shoulders and nodded repeatedly.

His face revealed a strange expression he had never shown to outsiders before.

"But before that, I need to find a test subject first."

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