With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 98 First Impression of Killing Intent, Purple Yoga Pants

A gentle evening breeze blew as Meng Chuan practiced his boxing on the rooftop.

He held his breath, and for a moment his body swayed.

With each movement, his fists and feet seemed to be imbued with a mysterious and peculiar power.

Every punch and kick was far more powerful than before.

The howling wind stirred the surrounding air into a chaotic mess.

Just as Liu Sanduo said to Chen Xuewu, the enlightenment Meng Chuan gained during his last practice of Luo-style Bajiquan was not merely an improvement in skill proficiency.

At the same time, there is also a mysterious and profound force, like an undercurrent hidden in the deep sea, which is usually hidden but becomes incredibly powerful once it erupts.

At this moment, his fists and feet seemed to be tightly enveloped by this power, unleashing astonishing destructive force.

According to Meng Chuan's understanding, this power is like an invisible version of Armament Haki.

Although invisible, it grants him sturdiness and offensive power.

Looking back, Meng Chuan had been learning martial arts from Luo Guanyun ever since.

He always followed Master Luo's teachings, and whenever he practiced boxing and shadowboxing, he would sketch the image of an imaginary enemy in his mind.

Then, he became like a ferocious beast, using every means to attack it until he defeated and even tore it apart!

Until last time, Meng Chuan fought a desperate battle with the invading bandit Viper at the school.

After that life-or-death battle, he gained a profound realization.

It was from that time onward that he discovered this mysterious power and skillfully applied it to his fists and feet.

Later, when he asked Master Luo, the other party explained it to him.

"The drive you're talking about is a concrete manifestation of willpower."

—Killing intent!

As Meng Chuan reminisced, he clenched his fist under the starry sky.

He gained profound insights from his fist and footwork, seemingly entering a state of profound enlightenment.

Memories then surfaced in my mind.

Master Luo held the [Steel Bone] in his hand, examining it repeatedly, before finally tossing it to him and saying:
"Children's toys are of no help to martial artists. You should practice your punches more and not rely on external objects."

Meng Chuan nodded to indicate that he understood.

But what he didn't know was that after he left that day, Luo Guanyun immediately called Chief Inspector Long Jiu.

"Thanks for this as a reward, Bald Ape."

In the memory, Luo Guanyun led Meng Chuan, and the two of them used the skill of climbing a ladder to jump onto the roof in a few steps.

"Alright, Meng Chuan, come with me to the roof."

The two looked at a large tree, about ten meters away, that was as thick as two people could hug.

Luo Guanyun spoke up to remind him:

"Watch closely, this is the power of killing intent."

Luo Guanyun threw a punch, without using any thunderous true energy, relying solely on killing intent that seemed to materialize, the powerful impact scattering the tree into dust.

"Your killing intent is still too weak. You are still a long way from reaching the realm of separation from the body."

"Master Luo, how can I reach this level?"

"Only through experience and the life-or-death struggle amidst the carnage can one truly understand."

"But you must always be vigilant; your killings must be purposeful."
If one abuses power, one will only become a puppet of one's own inner demons, never wielding the sword against the innocent, but only killing those who deserve to die.

Luo Guanyun's words echoed in the night sky as Meng Chuan pondered them while simultaneously throwing a punch.

Power is a double-edged sword; it can protect the weak and punish evil.

Driven by desires, one may lose control and go astray.

"Only kill those who deserve to die."

These seemingly simple words contain a heavy responsibility and commitment.

Meng Chuan pondered repeatedly, each thought like searching for dawn in the darkness.

During this long process of thinking, his eyes gradually cleared up, becoming bright as if the clouds had parted to reveal the sun.

"As long as you have a clear conscience, you can wield your sword against evil."

next moment.

With a thought, he made a move.

Like a sleeping behemoth awakened, his entire arm was tightly enveloped by an invisible yet extremely oppressive killing intent.

With a flick of his wrist, the force was like a long-accumulated torrent being unleashed, seemingly capable of tearing everything apart.
Veterans' Garden.

Liu Ru sat quietly in front of the dressing table, which was filled with all sorts of bottles and jars, all of them exquisite cosmetic items.

In her daily life, besides being obsessed with martial arts, she is just an ordinary woman who loves beauty, just like most women.

In her spare time, she always loves to carefully dress herself up in front of the mirror.

However, she hasn't touched these beloved cosmetics in a long time now.

This was because her body was no longer under her control; the strange, venomous demon had become its new master, firmly controlling everything.

A hint of helplessness and resentment flashed in Liu Ru's eyes, but it was immediately replaced by a wild and wicked laugh.

She slowly reached out, picked up the cosmetics on the table, and tried applying them to her face.

She studied it carefully, but her clumsy technique made the makeup look incredibly strange, like a ghost.

She was secretly annoyed and gradually lost patience. Suddenly, her mouth split open and wide, revealing her sharp white teeth that gleamed coldly. Then, she swallowed the dressing mirror whole.

"Hiss hiss hiss, the human art of makeup is really too difficult."

Her voice betrayed a hint of frustration and helplessness.

After returning from Waimin Street, Liu Ru searched online for the miraculous effects of Western Region God Oil.

As a celestial demon, it has always been proud and arrogant.

But at this moment, he also felt a deep sense of admiration for Meng Chuansheng.

"Such a big addiction at such a young age?"

Then she smiled slightly, revealing a meaningful expression.

After a moment of thought, a bold plan quietly took shape in her mind.

She decided to play along. Since she was already familiar with Meng Chuan, she planned to use her beauty to lure him in. Having figured out her plan, her lips suddenly parted in a gag-like motion, and she spat out the dressing mirror completely.

Then he picked up the bright red lipstick on the table and began to apply it clumsily but with focus.

"Learn by doing."

weekend.

As dawn broke, Meng Chuan was still practicing his armor-wearing breathing exercises on the rooftop when he received an invitation from Chen Xuewu.

There was an urgency in the other person's voice:

"Brother Meng, I hope you will give it your all in this competition and let me see just how big the gap is between us."

He exhaled a breath of stale air, and purple clouds rose from the east.

Meng Chuan finished his stance, stood up, and readily agreed:

"Okay, let's find a place nearby."

After they met, the two found a secluded, open space nearby.

The competition began at 9:59 a.m., and time passed quietly. By the time the competition ended, it was already 10:00 a.m.

During the process, Meng Chuan did his best to meet Chen Xuewu's requirements.

In just three moves, he knocked Chen Xuewu to the ground.

Meng Chuan's fist was imbued with a fierce killing intent, like a tiger pouncing on its prey.

Chen Xuewu was completely unable to withstand it head-on. As soon as he was touched, a strong sense of fear would surge in his heart, and he would instinctively want to avoid its sharp edge.

Chen Xuewu struggled to his feet, his face showing some dishevelment, but his eyes were full of admiration:

"Brother Meng is truly remarkable; his willpower is truly astonishing."

Seeing this, Meng Chuan clasped his hands in a fist and smiled humbly, saying:

"You flatter me by saying I'm learning martial arts."

"It's not a difference in skill or strength, but rather a difference in mental level. If one's mental state is not up to par, one can only use neutralizing force to deflect an attack."

Chen Xuewu couldn't help but recall his master's words, and a mix of emotions welled up within him, a bitter feeling creeping into his heart:
"The gap between me and Brother Meng is widening. I can still catch up in terms of physical cultivation, but how easy is it to improve my mental state?"

Meng Chuan arrived at the martial arts school at 11:00 AM.

The atmosphere inside the martial arts gym today is slightly different from usual.

The trainees chatted enthusiastically in small groups, discussing topics such as hiking and picnics, their laughter echoing throughout the room.

Meng Chuan showed little interest in this and did not intend to delve into it. He went straight to the familiar wooden dummy and began to concentrate on practicing his boxing.

Just as he was practicing with great enthusiasm, Liu Ru walked over gracefully.

Unlike her usual capable image in martial arts school uniform.

Today, she is wearing a dark purple tight-fitting yoga outfit.

The yoga outfit was made of a close-fitting material, and the waist was decorated with cloud patterns. Every wrinkle was tightly filled in, making it graceful and eye-catching.

With each step she took, her movements trembled slightly, drawing occasional glances from the trainees, their eyes filled with a snowy white light, their thoughts drifting elsewhere.

Liu Ru walked up to Meng Chuan, a slight smile playing on her lips, and said softly:
"Xiao Meng, would you like to lend a hand?"

Meng Chuan hadn't had enough of his morning sparring match with Chen Xuewu, and Liu Ru's invitation was exactly what he wanted:
"it is good."

Then the gentleman added:

"Lady first."

As the match began, Meng Chuan suppressed his killing intent, treating the encounter purely as an opportunity to hone his combat skills.

Liu Ru also held back and did not use her internal energy.

Even so, the two exchanged over a hundred blows before she finally managed to defeat Meng Chuan and gain the upper hand.

During the grappling, Liu Ru's attacks always followed the trajectory of Meng Chuan's boxing style.

Just as she was about to grasp the vital joints, she would slip away half an inch like a swimming fish, reluctant to let go.

After a fierce contest, the two parted ways.

Liu Ru was breathing slightly heavily, her body rising and falling with her breath, which made her even more charming.

Strands of hair, disheveled from the battle, fell across her forehead, adding a unique touch to her appearance.

"Xiao Meng, you're getting more and more amazing these days."

Liu Ru's voice was sweet and delicate, with a touch of clumsy playfulness.

Meng Chuan couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable, and pondered to himself:

"Why has Sister Ru suddenly changed her style? Could it be that she has someone she likes?"

Liu Ru seemed oblivious to Meng Chuan's unusual thoughts, and continued:

"Xiao Meng, you weren't here earlier. We're all planning to go hiking together next week. Are you coming?"

As she spoke, Liu Ru turned around.

She turned her back to Meng Chuan and adjusted the soles of her shoes, which had tilted due to the battle. The yoga pants were indeed well-fitting, accentuating her figure beautifully.

The reason for changing to this purple skin is that a few days ago, when Venom was learning from online experiences, he saw someone start a poll asking what men's favorite outfits were.

Purple yoga pants took first place by an overwhelming margin.

The students stood behind Meng Chuan, constantly peeking left and right, their eyes full of anticipation, waiting to see if the two would play another round.

At this moment, Le Ping's voice rang out from the crowd:

"Brother Chuan'er, let's play one more round, best of three, you haven't lost yet!"

Another voice immediately countered:
"Bullshit! It's clearly best of five!"

"Brother Chuan, if you're not going to fight, come down and let me take your place. I can still fight for another three hundred rounds!"

The martial arts hall was bustling with activity, filled with shouts and cheers.

Meng Chuan wasn't stupid; he knew exactly what these guys were thinking.

But he was truly indifferent to it; no matter how good the yoga pants were, they couldn't compare to his own "Tama Iron Arms."
Thinking of this, Meng Chuan figured the Tantric Body Tempering Oil would be back soon, so he declined Liu Ru's invitation with a slight apology.

"Sister Ru, I've been busy lately. I'm at a crucial stage in my martial arts training. You guys go climb."

Liu Ru's smile was somewhat forced; this kid was a bit stubborn.
"Everyone's going, we're just waiting for you, our senior brother."

I wanted to give you guys a good watch, but the censors are inhumane!!!
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