With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 97 Complete Overwhelming Power of Will

His voice rang out clearly in the noisy venue, carrying a familiar hint of teasing.

Chen Xuewu noticed Meng Chuan, and a joyful smile immediately spread across his face as he greeted him warmly.

"Brother Meng arrived just in time."

"Don't laugh at me, I was delayed by traffic on the way."

Chen Xuewu was in excellent form after sparring with his instructor and was brimming with fighting spirit.

So he extended the invitation without hesitation:
"Brother Meng, come up on stage and let's have a friendly competition!"

Meng Chuan readily agreed and used the "climbing the ladder" technique to leap onto the stage.

"Brother Meng, what excellent footwork!"

As Meng Chuan appeared, some sharp-eyed people in the crowd recognized him.

Some of the more experienced students introduced the program to the new students.

"This is him! He was the champion of the last martial arts hall ranking tournament. His strength is no joke!"

Liu Sanduo also spoke up, offering his advice:

"You all need to open your eyes wide and watch carefully. A duel between Xingyi masters is much more useful than you practicing hard on your own."

By observing someone's boxing style, you might even learn a lot of its essence!

Some students who were practicing their boxing techniques stopped what they were doing and gathered around the stage upon hearing this.

Their eyes were filled with curiosity and anticipation; they all wanted to see for themselves whether this person was as miraculous as he claimed.

"Go, senior brother! You'll win!"

The cheers from the crowd below the stage rose and fell, a testament to Chen Xuewu's home advantage.

Liu Sanduo turned and stepped onto the stage to act as referee, and this time he didn't make any boastful remarks.

His gaze swept over Meng Chuan and his apprentice in one swift motion, and he said in a deep voice:
"Friendship first, competition second, let's stop here."

After a brief pause, Liu Sanduo suddenly raised his arm and announced loudly:
"start!"

In an instant, the atmosphere on the stage became tense.

Both were skilled practitioners of Xingyi Quan, adhering to the principle of remaining still until the moment of attack, when they made a stunning move.

They were all pacing slowly, focusing their attention on finding a weakness in each other's movements.

Chen Xuewu made the first move, charging forward like lightning.

He clenched his fist with hidden force, causing the air to whistle as he aimed straight for Meng Chuan's temple.

He believed that with Meng Chuan's strength, he would definitely not be hit by the first punch.

As expected, he was not disappointed. Meng Chuan slightly turned his head to the side, and the wind from the opponent's punch grazed his hair.

"What a courage!"

Liu Sanduo, watching from the side, was alarmed and couldn't help but worry about his apprentice.

"This kid has an excellent grasp of the details of actual combat. He doesn't waste any unnecessary dodging movements and exhausts his energy. He is bold yet meticulous."

Before Meng Chuan could even make a move, Chen Xuewu charged forward alone, unleashing a barrage of punches from both sides, his Bajiquan short-range fighting technique exploding the air with a series of "crackling" sounds.

A series of powerful punches, like a net covering the sky, obscured Meng Chuan's figure.

"Great job, Senior Brother, keep going!"

The audience below, unaware of anything else, only noticed Chen Xuewu's fierce attack and the apparent dominance he currently held.

Faced with the oncoming, intense offensive, Meng Chuan calmly responded with the "Old Willow Follows the Wind" technique.

His entire body was ethereal and elusive, constantly dodging the opponent's punches.

He calmed himself down, seized the moment when Chen Xuewu was pulling back his fist, and suddenly lunged forward with his claws, viciously grabbing at Chen's abdomen.

Chen Xuewu was actually prepared, and he jumped back, rolled on the ground, and dodged.

Seeing Meng Chuan's claw strike was fierce and swift, and also carried an indescribable aura, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat after reacting.

Chen Xuewu on the stage couldn't understand it, but Liu Sanduo, a martial arts expert, naturally saw through it.

"Sigh, learning martial arts is doomed to fail. Meng Chuan's will is about to forge his own path."

All eyes were now focused on the ring, where the competition had reached a fever pitch.

After his first attack missed, Meng Chuan didn't stop for a moment. He immediately used his Instant Step to close the distance like an arrow.

His hands, like agile fish searching for pearls in the deep sea, repeatedly punched Chen Xuewu, who was rolling on the ground. The flurry of punches was dazzling.

Chen Xuewu reacted extremely quickly, rolling around on the spot to skillfully dodge Meng Chuan's attacks.

Meng Chuan's fist, carrying a fierce force, slammed heavily onto the surface of the ring.

With a few muffled thuds, the ring, made of extra-thick rubber and resin, was pierced with one deep little hole after another.

It should be noted that the surface of this arena is known for its sturdiness; even a full-force strike from an ordinary martial artist would only leave a shallow indentation.

The sheer force required to poke a hole in it is unimaginable.

At this moment, Meng Chuan looked relaxed and carefree, with a faint smile on his lips.

It was as if that incredibly powerful attack hadn't required much effort at all.

The audience below the stage, who had initially thought that the senior brother had the upper hand and was about to win, were all stunned when they saw this scene.

The venue was completely silent, with only the sound of people breathing rapidly.

Finally, someone in the crowd couldn't help but exclaim in surprise:
"Holy crap, if that punch landed on me, it would probably leave a hole!"

Some people also expressed concern for Chen Xuewu:
"The opponent's punches are too fierce. I'm afraid Senior Brother will have to admit defeat if he takes even one hit."

After dodging for a moment, Chen Xuewu finally found an opportunity, slid across the ground, grabbed Meng Chuan's leg, and moved upwards, attempting to use a chokehold to strangle Meng Chuan.

Unexpectedly, Meng Chuan's strength was astonishing. With just a flick of his hand, an invisible and powerful shockwave shook Chen Xuewu's hand away.

Immediately afterwards, Meng Chuan reached out with one hand like lightning and grabbed Chen Xuewu's body with perfect precision.

The way he lifted the object so effortlessly made it seem as if he were merely retrieving a light object; he had actually managed to lift it up with incredible force.

Chen Xuewu struggled desperately in the air, but he was like a bird trapped in a palm, unable to escape.

In an instant, Meng Chuan unleashed the power of the Eight Extremes, making his entire body capable of injuring his enemy.

His shoulders trembled slightly, like a steel bow fully drawn, and the muscle lines honed by his armor-wearing skills were faintly visible beneath his clothes.

The next moment, he threw the other person away, then shrugged and rammed into him fiercely.

A powerful aura spread out like a surging wave. Chen Xuewu was unable to resist this powerful impact and was thrown several meters away. He eventually lost his balance and fell off the stage.

The spectators around the ring gasped in shock at what they witnessed.

Some people stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with disbelief. "The senior brother was defeated in just a few moves?"

Both faced six challenges, but Chen Xuewu, the martial arts instructor, found it as easy as taking candy from a bag, while fighting Meng Chuan was like a mayfly trying to shake a tree.

Faced with absolute speed and power, it was utterly defeated.

Some people couldn't help but applaud, exclaiming in amazement.

"This Meng Chuan truly lives up to his reputation, he's amazing!"

Meng Chuan's formidable strength and exquisite combat skills deeply impressed everyone.

Chen Xuewu, brushing the dust off his clothes from below the stage, his abdomen throbbing slightly, clasped his hands in a fist salute to Meng Chuan on the stage and said:
"Brother Meng is still the same Brother Meng, I'm impressed."

As Meng Chuan's opponent, his feelings were far stronger than those of the others.

If Meng Chuan's qi and blood weren't too weak and he hadn't mastered the transformation technique, he would have doubted whether he was fighting against a high-level martial artist at the seventh level.

Meng Chuan also jumped off the stage and laughed:
"Brother Chen, you flatter me. We were just exchanging blows. Victory and defeat are common in war. I have also learned a lot from my sparring with you."

Chen Xuewu shook his head with a wry smile. Comparisons are odious.

"By the way, Brother Meng, have you been practicing hard martial arts?"

The opponent's punches were incredibly powerful, and when he grabbed Meng Chuan's leg, it felt like he was hugging a bronze pillar; the surface muscles were terrifyingly hard.

This is completely different from the previous martial arts competition. Although he lost last time, he is still confident of surpassing it.

But this time, Meng Chuan gave him a sense of fear.

It possesses immense strength, incredible speed, and a body as hard as iron.

The overwhelming dominance left him somewhat at a loss, questioning whether he was truly a sixth-level expert.

Meng Chuan nodded in agreement, then rolled up his sleeves and puffed out his sleeves slightly to encourage himself.

In an instant, the muscles under his skin swelled rapidly as if inflated, and the veins on the surface of the muscles were intertwined and grotesque against the brownish-yellow skin.

Seeing this, Chen Xuewu completely gave up hope. The other person's skin was as thick as an old ox's hide, and he didn't look like someone who had just started practicing hard skills.

Meng Chuan not only caught up with him in terms of Qi and Blood cultivation, but he actually became a true all-around warrior.
"Brother Meng's ability to endure the hardships of hard training and his unwavering determination in martial arts are far beyond my reach."

"Ugh, just practicing blindly."

Liu Sanduo's martial arts room.

With focused expression, Meng Chuan began to teach Chen Xuewu the exquisite techniques of Luo Family Bajiquan, Luohan Long Fist, and the secrets of the transformation between hardness and softness.

He explained in detail while demonstrating the movements, each move combining power and beauty.

"Brother Xuewu, afterwards you can find some Wudang Chan Jin (缠劲) techniques and practice them in comparison with Shaolin Changquan (长拳)."

Chen Xuewu listened intently, nodding repeatedly.

The other party would also raise their questions from time to time, and Meng Chuan would patiently answer them and share his insights without reservation.

Chen Xuewu listened with rapt attention, exclaiming how satisfying it was, feeling that every word he heard was incredibly beneficial.

Afterwards, Chen Xuewu, with a solemn expression, bowed deeply to Meng Chuan and expressed his heartfelt gratitude:

"The Luo Family Bajiquan is truly exquisite. Brother Meng's teachings today have enlightened me greatly, and I am extremely grateful."

Meng Chuan smiled, waved his hand, and said:
"We are both passionate about martial arts, and we are just exchanging ideas. There's no need to be so polite."

Both were martial arts fanatics, and once they started discussing martial arts, they couldn't stop.

Time slipped by unnoticed, and the sky outside the window gradually darkened until it was almost night before the conversation ended, still feeling reluctant to end.

Meng Chuan was also very pleased. He knew that Chen Xuewu had extremely high comprehension. Otherwise, he would not have been able to enter the sixth level at such a young age.

Therefore, some of Chen Xuewu's unique insights during the exchange also inspired Meng Chuan's boxing routines.

Seeing that it was getting late, Meng Chuan prepared to go home, and Chen Xuewu took him to the station.

"Brother Meng, let's fight again in a while and see how I, your master Meng, can defeat you!"

"Sure, sure, but you'd better come early, don't wait until I've reached the seventh level before you come, haha."

After sending Meng Chuan back, Chen Xuewu returned to the martial arts school.

The trainees had all left by then, leaving only Liu Sanduo waiting for him.

What do you think of Meng Chuan?

Chen Xuewu fell into a brief moment of contemplation before speaking:

"Amazing! Not only does he completely outclass me in terms of physical abilities, but his punches also have a menacing feel to them."

When I faced it, I actually felt a sense of fear.

This kind of power was far more ferocious than that of the instructors, and it was the main reason for my swift defeat.

Seeing that Chen Xuewu's words were logical and reasonable, Liu Sanduo nodded with satisfaction:

"You have some insight, but you don't see things clearly enough."

"If the two of you were to fight to the death today, I predict you wouldn't last three moves."

Chen Xuewu was shocked by his master's words and felt deeply resentful.

"Meng Chuan is far superior to me, but we are both at the sixth level, so it's impossible for me to be unable to withstand even three moves."

Liu Sanduo smiled without saying a word, waiting for his disciple to calm down before speaking:

"Your master told you before that the most powerful force of a martial artist is not true qi."

Chen Xuewu answered quickly:
"It is the power of will."

"You're right, but when you learn martial arts, you need to know that the power of willpower is not exclusive to martial artists; it's just that they can use it freely."

"Many ordinary people can also unleash this amazing power under desperate conditions."

For example, a two-year-old child can lift an iron ladder to save his grandmother who is hanging in mid-air; a frail woman can unleash tremendous strength to pull away a toy car that is pressing down on a child.

These are the powers of will, which can only be unleashed under extreme conditions, enabling them to do things that are normally impossible.

After listening to his master's example, Chen Xuewu seemed to be deep in thought.

After a moment, he slowly raised his head and asked:

"Master, do you mean that Meng Chuan can use the power of will like a martial artist?"

Liu Sanduo said with a smile:

"It's far from that point yet, but if he can control the killing intent in his fist, he can naturally release some of it as well."

This is an extremely rare skill for you martial artists.

"Xuewu, you need to work harder, otherwise he will leave you far behind, and you won't even be able to see his taillights."

Chen Xuewu nodded vigorously, his fighting spirit still undiminished.
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