With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 74 The Soul of Eight Extremes, Heavy Artillery Triumphs

On the other end of the phone, Luo Guanyun was silent for a few seconds before speaking in a serious tone:
Is it mandatory to go?

Meng Chuan gritted his teeth and answered resolutely:
This whole affair started because of me; I've dragged my uncle into this mess, and I have to go.

He recalled the meticulous care his uncle had always given him.

"The other side was clearly prepared, but so what? If I choose to be a coward this time, I will never forgive myself for the rest of my life."

"It is better to die a glorious death than to live a cowardly life."

Luo Guanyun said with a mixture of helplessness and relief:

Okay, give me the address. I'll tell Long Jiu to head over there; he's faster than me in the city.

As he spoke, Luo Guanyun's body surged with thunderous true energy.

A dark cloud formed from concentrated true energy materialized out of thin air and landed steadily beneath their feet.

In an instant, the hem of his clothes fluttered in the gale, leaving a fleeting trace on the spot.

There are some things your uncle probably wouldn't want to see. If things become unavoidable... don't force it; prioritize your own safety.

【clear. 】

After hanging up the phone, Meng Chuan immediately calmed down.

He remained calm in the face of important events; his eyes were serene yet held a chilling edge.

Outside, dark clouds, as black as ink, heavily blanketed the entire night sky.

Large raindrops fell from the dark clouds, weaving a curtain of rain.

The rain poured down and the wind howled.

Meng Chuan remained expressionless as he straddled Luo Shi's motorcycle and carefully pulled up the hood of his trench coat.

Raindrops pattered on the hood of the motorcycle. Meng Chuan gripped the handlebars tightly with both hands, and with a roar from the engine, the motorcycle plunged into the rain.

……

On the deserted streets, a heavy motorcycle, like a roaring black panther, recklessly traverses the night.

Meng Chuan stared intently ahead, the rain pouring down, yet it did nothing to blur his vision.

He clenched his teeth and twisted the handles to the limit with both hands, as if he wanted to pour all his strength into this steel behemoth.

At this moment, the pointer on the dashboard is pointing to a 180-degree angle.

"Drip-drip~ drip-drip".

As he passed the street corner, the wind and rain, carrying the faint sound of police sirens from afar, entered his ears.

Meng Chuan's eyes instantly sharpened with alertness, but he quickly composed himself and accelerated away.

"Don't make things complicated."

suddenly!

A dark figure pounced from the street like a ghost.

Because the car was going too fast, Meng Chuan only caught a glimpse of black in the corner of his eye, but he couldn't make out what it was.

Only those blood-red eyes, trailing long red beams, stood out conspicuously in the darkness.

Without having time to think, he steeled himself, gripped the handlebars tightly, and charged straight at the dark figure.

"I don't care what you are, if you dare to block my way, you'd die!"

--boom!

A tremendous crash resounded in the darkness. The monster, like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, was violently slammed into Meng Chuan and sent flying, sliding dozens of meters across the wet ground.

At the critical moment when they were about to collide, Meng Chuan decisively abandoned the car.

In an instant, the force of each step provided explosive power, like a black sword shooting out from the car seat, landing heavily on the ground, and then rolling more than ten meters away before coming to a stop.

After standing up, Meng Chuan lifted the tattered hood, and rainwater slid down his cheeks.

He stared intently in the direction where the monster had fallen.

"He must be dead."

At this moment, a sudden change occurred!
The monster lying on the ground slowly struggled to its feet. Although its movements were somewhat sluggish, they exuded an indescribable eeriness.

"Boom!"

A flash of lightning flashed.

By the occasional flash of lightning through the rain, Meng Chuan could vaguely see that he had smashed a large hole in the center of the monster's chest.

Above this large hole, a strange light flickered intermittently.

Seeing this scene, Meng Chuan's heart sank.

Another thunderbolt struck, illuminating the monster's blood-vomiting face.

"This is... Wang Xudong?"

Meng Chuan was filled with doubt and uncertainty.

"Wang Xudong" was slowly approaching him.

Its bare chest heaved and breathed in the rain, and its two thick arms were covered with a dense mass of pustules of varying sizes.

The tips of each abscess were oozing a nauseating yellow fluid, and the scene became even more disgusting as the rain washed over them.

The closer Meng Chuan got, the more alarmed he became by Wang Xudong's changes.

Looking into the other person's beast-like gaze, he recalled the words Hu Jiarui had said at school.

"This must be the infamous Demon Man of Yong'an City."

"I never expected it to be you, Wang Xudong."

The violent aura that came towards us was at least ten times stronger than during the martial arts ranking competition.

"I don't know if you were hiding your true abilities back then, or if the demonic arts brought about these changes in you."

But none of this worked.

Meng Chuan wiped the rain off his face and cracked his neck as he swung it.

"Even though you've turned into this grotesque mess, I think I'm still stronger. My uncle is still waiting for me."

"One minute, and I'll take care of you."

The spirit of Bajiquan burned in his chest, and his trench coat danced wildly in the air.

Meng Chuan's figure burst forth through the wind and rain, appearing in front of the monster in the blink of an eye, his heavy fist tearing through the wind and fiercely smashing into the monster's head.

The monster reacted just as quickly, raising its thick arm to block with a loud "bang!" as its fist and arm collided, splattering pus everywhere!
Meng Chuan used the momentum to leap into the air and flip backward. The light on "Wang Xudong's" chest flashed for a moment, and he suddenly accelerated and rushed forward.

——Boom!
In an instant, lightning pierced through the rain and illuminated the earth, and the two figures collided violently!
"Bang! Bang!"

The trash can by the roadside was blown away by the aftershock of the two men's punches, crashing against the wall with a thud, scattering trash all over the ground.

As their figures clashed, a punch snapped a street lamp in half, slamming it to the ground with a loud bang.

The two exchanged blows, dozens of times in an instant, the violent collisions echoing through the boundless night.

A stormy night.

As the light from his chest grew, Wang Xudong's figure became increasingly swift, gradually surpassing Meng Chuan's speed.

Meng Chuan remained calm, his steady and powerful punches carrying a storm of energy as he pressed forward fiercely.

The howling wind, carried by the force of the punch, swept across the entire street.

A fierce wind whipped up a thousand waves, and the internal force of the fist, a mixture of light and shadow, was unleashed—the Cannon Fist's ultimate strike that broke through all limits.

—The wind swept away the clouds!
With nowhere to hide, its body was instantly torn apart by the force of the explosion, pus and blood splattering everywhere, emitting a shrill and ear-piercing scream.

"Phew, the weak point should be that shiny thing on the chest."

Wang Xudong still did not fall. Meng Chuan pressed forward and continued to throw punches, the force of the punches striking the opponent's chest and causing streaks of blood to appear.

A moment of effort.

Wang Xudong's struggling movements stopped, and his broken body fell backward, unable to get up again.

(End of this chapter)