With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 59 Eight Extremes Civil War
The Golden Lion Martial Arts School's competitors are not weak either, having just reached the fourth level of Qi and Blood, but they have not yet mastered Dark Force.

Meng Chuan fought his opponent for about ten moves before finally knocking him off the stage with a powerful strike.

Fang Yuyang was not injured. After standing up, he clasped his hands in a salute to Meng Chuan.

"Thank you for holding back, senior brother."

On the path of martial arts, those who have reached the highest level come first. It's not shameful to call the younger Meng Chuan "senior brother".

At this point, the top four in the underage group have been determined.

As the game progressed, the atmosphere on the field became increasingly tense.

Meng Chuan drew Chen Xuewu from the Peak Martial Arts Academy.

He jumped onto the ring, cupped his hands in a fist salute, and smiled:

"Meng Chuan is a disciple of [Qian Yuan Lei Dong] and Luo Shi Ba Ji".

Chen Xuewu also responded with a fist and palm salute:

"Chen Xuewu is a disciple of Bajiquan, a branch of the Bajiquan school of martial arts."

This was a showdown between Xingyi Bajiquan, and the audience below the stage held their breath, watching the competition intently.

On the judges' panel, Luo Guanyun had already put his feet up on the table, his hands supporting the back of his head, and turned to smile at Liu Sanduo:
"Old Liu, I've already spoken with Meng Chuan. He'll make sure that kid Chen doesn't lose too badly later. Don't worry, hahaha."

Liu Sanduo ignored him and gave a soft snort:
"The outcome is still uncertain, Brother Luo, don't speak too confidently!"

On the stage, Chen Xuewu proposed:

"How about we fight using Bajiquan?"

Meng Chuan's interpretation is perfectly acceptable.

"Okay, please."

Chen Xuewu's movement technique was the second-rate Cloud-Soaring Step. After lightly tapping the floor a few times, he floated to Meng Chuan's side.

The Cloud-Piercing Step is primarily for pursuit and sticking to the target, making it an excellent complementary movement technique in Bajiquan.

After getting close to Meng Chuan, he threw a punch with his right hand, and before Meng Chuan could react, he bent his left elbow and slammed it into Meng Chuan's chest.

Meng Chuan responded to the ever-changing situation with the same unchanging principle. He used the "picking" force of Bajiquan to deflect the opponent's right fist, pressed down hard on the opponent's elbow with his other hand, and then pressed his body in.

"Even when it comes to short-range combat, my Luo Family Bajiquan is no weaker than yours!"

Bajiquan takes "close-range fighting" as its core concept, emphasizing frequent attacks by getting close to the opponent in actual combat. This fighting style is also known as "hitting someone like kissing," and the closer you are, the better the effect.

The two were huddled together, and every part of their bodies could be used as a weapon. If their hands and feet collided, they would use their shoulders to push each other apart. If their shoulders couldn't hold them up, they would use their heads to push each other apart!

That's the nature of Bajiquan martial arts—it's all about pursuing greater lethality, and you can injure your enemy from anywhere on your body!

As the two clashed palms at close range, both were forced back several steps.

Chen Xuewu laughed loudly:

"happy!"

Meng Chuan was also fighting with great enjoyment, and clasped his hands in a fist salute, saying:

"Come on, Brother Chen, continue!"

The two fought again, hugging and rolling around on the spot, showing great passion.

The audience held their breath, afraid that a moment's distraction would determine the winner.

Luo Guanyun, sitting on the judges' panel, remained calm and composed.

"Chuan'er only used one-third of my Luo Family Bajiquan's power. He hasn't even shown his long fist and the combination of hardness and softness yet. He won without a doubt."

Meng Chuan laughed:

"Brother Chen, be careful! I'll show you the essence of my Luo Family Eight Extremes!"

Meng Chuan then stopped exchanging punches with him, jumped back, and unleashed a downward drilling punch, like a meteor falling to the ground.

Just as Chen Xuewu intercepted the drilling fist, Meng Chuan flicked his hand and channeled his strength, causing the drilling fist to dart around his hand like a fish and into his arms. With a "smack!", the soft fist turned hard and struck Chen Xuewu's chest directly!
Chen Xuewu was thrown off balance by the punch and staggered backward.

Luo Guanyun stood up and shouted:
"it is good!"

He kept praising it in his heart.

"First, open up your stance and use a long punch to confuse the enemy. Then, use softness to transform into hardness and skill to defeat the enemy. This is the essence of my Luo Family Bajiquan. It's easy to understand!" The rest of the time was Meng Chuan's personal show.

The agile and ever-changing fist force, like a sudden storm, enveloped Chen Xuewu.

The ever-changing force of the punches made it difficult for him to defend against, and he kept retreating.

In the end, Meng Chuan changed his soft straight punch into a powerful elbow strike, knocking Chen Xuewu to the ground.

Chen Xuewu raised his hand to indicate that he had given up.

"Brother Meng, your skills are impressive! The Luo Family Eight Extremes are truly remarkable!"

Meng Chuan thought this person was alright, and with a smile, he helped him up.

"You flatter me, Brother Chen. Your Bajiquan is also quite good."

"Ashamed, ashamed."

In the final match, Meng Chuan faced off against Li Bing of Tiger Style Fist.

Having fought Zong Ping before, Meng Chuan is quite familiar with the moves and routines of Tiger Style Fist.

Li Bing is a bit older than Zong Ping, and his Tiger Style Boxing is more experienced and skillful, with each move executed with great force.

Meng Chuan fought fiercely with him for dozens of moves, then delivered a powerful punch and a powerful tiger palm strike, knocking his opponent off the stage.

Standing in the center of the arena and looking around, he was now the only protagonist among these three thousand people!
Surrounded by thunderous cheers and shouts, Meng Chuan closed his eyes and silently endured it.

After a long while, when the surroundings returned to calm.

The host walked onto the stage with a microphone.
"Meng Chuan, what would you like to say to the audience below the stage and to those watching on television?"

Meng Chuan was prepared and took the microphone from the host, saying loudly:

"Practice Xingyi, seek Wuxian! Wuxian Martial Arts School is the only way for you to become a martial artist!"

I've already learned the moves from the Ape God Martial Arts School, so I must take this opportunity to help my master promote it!
On the judges' panel, Luo Guanyun was both amused and exasperated to hear his beloved student advertising for him.

"this kid"

"Solid and not bad!"

The junior group competition came to an end, and after a short rest after lunch, it was time for the youth group competition.

At noon, everyone from the martial arts school gathered together for a meal.

The master's wife had other matters to attend to and left first. Luo Guanyun and his apprentice Meng Chuan sat together, eating and chatting.

Suddenly, a red-haired woman with big, wavy hair walked over.

"Good afternoon, both of you. Please give me a moment to introduce myself."

"I am an academic affairs staff member at Yong'an Martial Arts University, currently in charge of the overall work of the high school preparatory class."

"Excuse me, is Meng Chuan currently attending a regular high school?"

Meng Chuan nodded truthfully.

"With Meng Chuan's talent, it's a waste for him to stay in an ordinary high school."

"I sincerely invite you to join Chen Sihua's class in our Yong'an Wuda Preparatory Program. Master Chen will pay special attention to and cultivate you at the school."

Meng Chuan instinctively wanted to refuse, but he had already promised Principal Zong that he would stay at Ping'an Middle School to continue contributing.

"Meng, please don't refuse yet, let me explain."

"With your talent, I bet you want to get into a top-tier martial arts university like the Beilian University."

"I also believe you can pass the exam, but as the saying goes, it's better to be the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix."

"Take Beilian University, for example. How many geniuses are there on campus? If you go there, you won't get preferential treatment in resources or special training. In this respect, it's actually not as good as our Yong'an Wuhan University."

"I can sign a contract with you to guarantee that you will be included in the Yong'an Martial Arts University's key training program. Within fifteen years, no, within ten years, I will definitely train you to become a martial artist in accordance with the contract requirements!"

The red-haired woman wanted to continue speaking, but Luo Guanyun interrupted her directly:

"No need to say more, your conditions aren't that great. My apprentice might even become a martial arts master within ten years."

"My apprentice will be attending the Master Class at Beilian University in the future, no need, thank you."

(End of this chapter)