CHAPTER 198: CHAPTER 187: LUO MENG’S PERSONAL INSTRUCTION, THE COMPETITION BEGINS (3K)

Meng Jiaolong has been undergoing special training with his mother recently, and hasn’t come to the preparation classes for a while.

Just when he found his phone line busy, he followed the scent to the school’s Martial Arts Dojo.

At first sight of Meng Chuan, he ran up and warmly said:

"Meng Chuan, I heard you got injured a while ago?"

"It’s nothing, it healed long ago."

The wound on Meng Chuan’s waist, and various cuts around his body, no longer showed any trace on his body.

This is also one of the great benefits of training in hard skills, not only does physical strength grow, but recovery ability also greatly improves.

At the same time, Meng Chuan felt that ordinary people might possess hard skills, but not necessarily his recovery ability.

This quick recovery must also be related to the increased cellular activity from [Heavy Strike] and [Nirvana Transformation].

Healing injuries is a complex process, involving the healing functions of various cells like white blood cells, platelets, and fibroblasts.

Therefore, Meng Chuan’s speculation is not without reason; it has scientific backing.

Nearby, seeing Meng Chuan’s strength in punching, Meng Jiaolong felt relieved.

"Keep going, Meng Chuan, aim to get into the top ten."

She felt that she had no hope as she had seen many skillful university participants following her mother’s training these days.

Almost half of the participants from Northern United University are Nine-Gate Martial Artists.

As someone of Seven-Gate, even being able to withstand a single move would be a success...

Meng Chuan nodded:

"I’ll do my best."

After that, he continued to immerse himself in punching practice.

There are far more than ten Nine-Gate Martial Artists in the San Qin Division, and hoping to break into the top ten and advance to the second stage won’t rely on luck; challenging stronger opponents is inevitable.

"To forge iron, one must be hard oneself, keep practicing well..."

...

Meanwhile, deep within Lishan Mountain at the University Department.

Inside a teacher’s private Martial Arts Chamber.

Two women, like soaring phoenixes, were darting and spinning within the room, ordinary people couldn’t even see their figures clearly.

After a moment, they stood still.

They were none other than Jade Belt Cyan Simurgh·Luo Meng and her direct disciple from United University, Chen Jingyi.

Chen Jingyi was tall, but her most distinctive feature was a pair of long, narrow, almond-shaped eyes, as if twinkling with slender starlight in the night sky.

Although not as bright as round eyes, they possessed a unique depth and mystery.

"Master, I heard your father became a Grandmaster?"

Chen Jingyi only knew that her master did not have a harmonious relationship with her mentor’s father.

But she didn’t know the reason, as Luo Meng had never told her.

Yet she was surprised that her master didn’t even have the slightest reaction to her mentor’s father becoming a Grandmaster.

Luo Meng’s expression was also quite complex.

Logically speaking, Luo Guanyun had no chance whatsoever of overcoming the Fourth Great Limit.

The Thunder Seed couldn’t even be satisfied, so how could he advance?

But he managed to do it, and she was keen to ask why, but had no idea how to start.

However, Luo Meng was certain, the drawbacks of the Thunder Technique were definitely not eliminated, this much her mother Ren Ping had also told her.

Seeing her disciple curious, Luo Meng calmly said:

"Concentrate on your practice, the Simurgh Form is vast and profound, don’t concern yourself with unnecessary matters.

Advancing to the second stage is just the basics, your goal should be on the national finals.

Compete with Nine-Gate Martial Artists from various universities both within the department and nationwide."

Based on the unique intelligence from the United University, she learned that this competition had extraordinary significance.

Not only because it was the first to be held, with rich rewards.

The national Martial Arts Supernova Tournament had deeper implications from the national level.

If Chen Jingyi could earn the attention of the upper echelon, she, her direct master, would benefit greatly as well.

Luo Meng considered herself a thoroughly calm pragmatist.

When choosing a disciple, she wouldn’t just look for compatibility. Skill and talent are essential, but most importantly there must be "utility."

However, for Chen Jingyi, Luo Meng felt this girl was similar to her in many ways when she was younger.

Thus, she treated her sincerely, although sometimes by her nature, there would still be some weighing of gains and losses in her heart.

She heard that Old Luo’s disciple, Meng Chuan, would also be attached to the preparation class to participate in the Supernova Tournament.

"That kid is indeed talented, but he’s still too young, what’s the point for a Seven or Eight Gate to participate?"

She believed that the school shouldn’t have allocated a spot to the preparation class; it was merely a waste of opportunity.

While Luo Meng was pondering, Chen Jingyi showed a serious listening demeanor.

Seeing that her master had finished speaking, her eyes narrowed even more, and she smiled saying:

"Don’t worry, Master, the brothers in the Limit Realm are all in seclusion for breakthroughs, my goal for the national tournament is to ensure third and strive for first."

Luo Meng calmly said:

"Having ambition is good, if you can break into the top three nationally, Master will teach you the [Simurgh Moon Illusion Eyes] secret technique.

Once mastered, not only will you have super vision.

It will be very useful in seeing through illusions, hidden objects, exploring Demon Nests, identifying traps, and enemy disguises."

Chen Jingyi was very pleased to hear this, nodded vigorously, and said:

"Master, I will definitely work hard."

Luo Meng nodded and said:

"Alright, you continue practicing, Master is going to teach now."

After saying that, Luo Meng’s figure flickered and disappeared.

Seeing the other person walk away, Chen Jingyi no longer maintained her previous excited appearance; rather, she carried a touch of silence.

"Why doesn’t Master teach me directly..."

Luo Meng was a potential Grandmaster in United University, so being her disciple was an honor for herself too.

Also, she was quite good to her; she would teach anything she didn’t understand.

But Chen Jingyi couldn’t comprehend one thing.

Why, as her master’s only direct disciple, must she always meet certain conditions before receiving "rewards."

If she "failed," Luo Meng wouldn’t criticize her or anything.

She would just cancel the previously promised "reward," as if nothing had happened.

Sometimes, she felt that Luo Meng and she weren’t like a master and disciple, but rather like two close friends who could talk about anything.

Sometimes, Luo Meng became as cold as a robot, not allowing any personal feelings.

Under the guidance of her master, Chen Jingyi was also influenced and understood this principle.

That is "equivalent exchange."

...

April 7th.

Today is the first day of the competition. Luo Guanyun’s luxurious Black Warrior sports car stopped at the entrance; he wanted to personally send his disciple to the match.

Before leaving, Uncle and Aunt couldn’t help but repeatedly remind Meng Chuan of things like friendship first, competition second.

He listened attentively, without a trace of impatience.

Uncle and Aunt were, after all, ordinary people, and Meng Chuan dared not to think about the day when they would eventually pass away.

Being able to receive guidance from the elders was, in his view, a blessing.

Seeing that it was getting late, Meng Chuan smiled and said:

"Got it, don’t worry, just watch my performance on TV."

During the competition, Yong’an Satellite TV would broadcast and retransmit the events around the clock.

Meng Chuan originally planned to buy tickets for his family to watch the event live, but Xue Na refused without a second thought, telling him not to buy them.

She said watching on TV would be the same, that the ticket price was too expensive, and it would be better to save the money for martial arts practice.

Meng Chuan argued for a long time but couldn’t persuade her. His aunt liked saving money for the family.

Except for the top ten finals on the fourth day.

If he didn’t need to enter a comeback match, he would only have to compete once each day for the first three days.

Thinking about it, he decided not to insist; he would let the elders watch the finals on the fourth day live.

Sitting in the car, Meng Chuan continually responded to the blessings from his relatives and friends.

"Brother Chuan, go for it! See you at the scene!"

As a rich second generation of Yong’an, Wang Yue spoke succinctly.

"Brother Chuan, fly high, love is always with you!"

Le Ping remained the same old entertaining person.

After replying to everyone else, Meng Chuan received a call from Xu Qingfeng.

"Brother Meng, have you arrived?"

"Not yet, but I’m almost there in the car."

"Alright, I hope I don’t run into you in the first match. I want to try my luck and get through a few rounds."

"Don’t worry, Xiaoxu, if we do meet, I’ll let you exit gracefully."

"...I’ll be waiting for you at the waiting area."

Beep beep... the long tone of disconnection came from the other end of the phone.

Meng Chuan looked at his phone and smiled freely.

There are no friends in the arena, only winners and losers.

Even if it’s Xu Qingfeng, or running into Meng Jiaolong...

Ahem, he wouldn’t show any mercy either.

...

Provincial Martial Arts Competition Center.

Its overall appearance was an irregular polyhedron, as if distorted and reshaped by mysterious forces into a giant Rubik’s Cube.

Each edge connected at unique angles, creating a strong visual impact.

After getting out of the car, Meng Chuan gazed at the steel giant ahead, once again sighing at the strength of contemporary human technology.

Thinking negatively, if, in the future, a decisive battle against the Celestial Demons in the real world was needed,

the various technological weapons humanity had developed would be put to good use.

As his thoughts wandered, Luo Guanyun emerged from the car, interrupting him.

"Let’s go, Chuan. I’ll report to the event team; you go to the waiting area to rest first."

"Alright."

The United University waiting area.

Meng Jiaolong, as usual, had her hair tied up in a high ponytail. Her martial arts uniform seemed carefully tailored to fit her figure perfectly.

Meng Chuan, indifferent to the chatter around him, calmed his mind and settled into his stance.

"The proficiency is already at 99%, still quite eager to see what happens at 100%."

A student competitor from the university department approached, observing Meng Chuan’s diligence and secretly admiring it.

"No wonder he trains so well; with such determination, it’s hard for ordinary people to catch up."

Meng Chuan’s reputation had gradually spread to the university department from the advanced high school.

Feeling a sense of sorrow, that person thought about how they had been in university for two and a half years and were now competing alongside high school students.

It’s quite embarrassing to mention...

The martial artists from the university department regarded themselves highly and didn’t mingle with the "kids" from advanced high school.

Meng Chuan was listening attentively, eavesdropping on the analysis of popular contestants by Xu Qingfeng and Meng Jiaolong beside him.

"At least two people from our university department will make it to the top ten. One is Grandmaster Ma’s son, Ma Shixiong, and the other is Teacher Luo’s direct disciple, Senior Sister Chen."

Hearing this, Meng Chuan asked,

"Is Teacher Luo Luo Meng?"

Xu Qingfeng smirked,

"Yes, the Teacher Luo who’s somewhat tied to you.

Her direct disciple Chen Jingyi will be a sophomore this September.

Qi Blood is at level nine, proficient in Elephant Form Sect’s Simurgh skills, truly inheriting Teacher Luo’s teachings.

She’s now a freshman, and it’s rumored she intends to vie for the Martial Extreme True Inheritance at the end of July. If you meet her, you might face serious trouble."

Meng Chuan felt speechless; he hadn’t offended Luo Meng, and leaving other things aside, she wasn’t a petty person.

He silently added in his heart.

"Actually, Luo Meng probably never considered me worth her attention."

Meng Jiaolong, amused, pouted and said,

"Look, she’s over there, smiling like a flower."

Meng Chuan followed her gaze and saw a graceful woman standing out in the crowd.

Many male martial artists gathered around her; she had a face bright with smiles and eyes slender like willow leaves curved like blades.

Seeing Meng Chuan staring intently, Meng Jiaolong nudged him hard and teased fiercely.

Then she shouted loudly,

"Your eyeballs are about to fall out, stop staring!"