My classmates chose martial arts and fantasy, but I chose the prehistoric world.

The atmosphere froze instantly after Meng Chuan uttered those words.

The smile on Zhu You's face slowly faded, replaced by an expression of great interest.

The bald, burly man behind him snorted coldly and strode forward: "Kid, you've got some nerve! I'll see what you're made of!"

Without saying a word, he threw a punch!

This punch was devoid of any fancy moves; it was simply a crushing display of pure law power!

The power of the seven laws intertwined and merged on his fist, transforming into a gray fist aura that, with overwhelming force, slammed towards Meng Chuan's face!

The air was torn apart, emitting a piercing shriek!

The bluestone slabs on the ground were lifted up by the force of the punch and shattered into dust in the air!

If this punch were to land on an ordinary mid-level Saint, it would be enough to severely injure them!

However, Meng Chuan didn't even blink.

He simply raised his right hand and made a fist—

Then, he threw a punch!

boom--!!!!

The moment the two fists collided, a deafening roar erupted!

A violent shockwave spread out from the two of them, carving deep furrows into the surrounding ground!

The bald, burly man's expression changed drastically the instant their fists clashed!

He felt a terrifying force emanating from Meng Chuan's fist—

That force was domineering, tyrannical, and unreasonable, as if it were something that human beings could not resist, but rather the entire world was crushing down on it!

His fist energy shattered inch by inch the moment it touched Meng Chuan's fist!

His arm bones creaked under the strain!

His body flew backward uncontrollably, tumbling several times in the air before crashing heavily into a stone wall hundreds of feet away, creating a deep, human-shaped crater in the wall!

puff--

The bald, burly man spat out a mouthful of blood, struggled a couple of times, but couldn't stand up!

The audience was silent.

The smile on Zhu Jiuyou's face vanished completely.

The five people behind him also showed shocked expressions, their eyes filled with disbelief as they looked at Meng Chuan.

One punch!

Just one punch!

He then sent a mid-level saint, who had integrated seven laws and was halfway to the realm of a high-level saint, flying backward and coughing up blood!

What kind of monster is this?!

Li Qinglian's pupils contracted as she looked at Meng Chuan's back, a complex expression flashing in her eyes.

Xiong Batian's eyes widened, his mouth agape, and after a long pause, he finally managed to stammer, "My goodness... that's too intense!"

Gu Chen stroked his beard, squinted his eyes, and showed an expression of "I knew it."

A barely perceptible tremor also flashed in the eyes of the woman in black.

Meng Chuan withdrew his fist, dusted off non-existent dust from his sleeve, looked at Zhu You, and said in a calm tone:

"Now, are you still going to follow your rules?"

Zhu You remained silent for a moment, then slowly exhaled.

The seriousness on his face slowly faded, replaced by a playful smile.

"interesting."

He clapped his hands. "This is really interesting. I haven't seen such a fierce newcomer in a long time."

He took a few steps forward, stopped in front of Meng Chuan, and looked directly into Meng Chuan's eyes:

"What's your name?"

"Meng Chuan".

"Meng Chuan..."

Zhu You pondered the name for a moment, then nodded. "I'll remember it."

He turned around and waved his hand: "That's enough for today. Your wedding ceremony is off."

After saying that, he left without looking back.

The five men behind him helped up the bald, burly man who was still vomiting blood, and then left as well.

The storm has temporarily subsided.

Xiong Batian breathed a sigh of relief, walked over to Meng Chuan, patted him on the shoulder, and grinned, "Brother Meng, you're amazing! You knocked one down with a single punch! I, Old Xiong, am impressed!"

Li Qinglian also came over, clasped his hands in thanks, and said, "Thank you for helping me out, Brother Meng."

Gu Chen stroked his beard and said with a smile, "Brother Meng's punch wasn't just a simple way to get out of trouble. With that punch, the reputations of the seven of us in the outer sect will be firmly established."

Meng Chuan shook his head and said calmly, "His reputation is established, but so is the trouble. That Zhu You, so flexible and adaptable, is probably not a kind person..."

"What's there to be afraid of!"

Xiong Batian patted his chest and declared, "We'll meet force with force, and water with water! At worst, we'll fight them!"

Meng Chuan didn't reply, but just looked up at the faintly visible caves in the distance, his gaze deep.

Lone Goose Holy Land...

It seems that life here won't be too peaceful.

He glanced down at the cyan token in his hand, on which was engraved a number:

Ding Qi.

That was the number of his cave dwelling.

He put away the token and walked towards his cave dwelling.

Behind him, the setting sun cast his long, long shadow.

On a distant mountain peak, two figures were watching everything that was happening in the outer gate area.

One of them was Elder Qin Yue.

The other person was an elderly man with white hair, wearing a faded gray robe and leaning on a crooked cane. He looked like an ordinary old man from the countryside.

But his eyes were as deep as two ancient wells, as if they could see through everything in the world.

"What do you think of that kid named Meng Chuan?"

The old man asked, his voice hoarse.

Elder Qin Yue pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "Unwavering will, astonishing combat power, and a calm temperament. Most importantly—"

He paused, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes:

"In that punch, I only sensed the aura of six laws... He must have only fused six laws. But they were all top-tier laws!"

Upon hearing this, the old man's eyes revealed a hint of interest: "Oh? The fusion of six top-tier laws?"

"Hmm." Elder Qin Yue nodded. "Power, slaughter, destruction, space, time... and causality... the six supreme laws."

The old man was silent for a moment, then slowly smiled.

That smile was like an old chrysanthemum blooming in the cold winter, carrying a hint of relief and a hint of expectation.

"interesting."

He leaned on his cane, turned around, and slowly walked back, leaving behind a sentence that drifted away in the wind:

"This little guy might just be able to revitalize our long-dormant Lonely Goose Holy Land a bit..."