CHAPTER 202: CHAPTER 190: "IRON GALL STEEL SPEAR" MENG CHUAN (6K) SEEKING SUBSCRIPTION AND VOTES_2

On the number one arena, Meng Chuan faces off against Ma Ziyan.

Because both are popular contestants, they are placed at the center position on the big screen by the backstage staff.

With the referee’s signal, both move forward simultaneously. Ma Ziyan’s Qi Blood is more robust, so she initiates the attack first.

Her feet dart like a swallow touching the water, her kicks silent as they move. The Whistling Horse Whip, imbued with Crane Hand’s soft strength, sweeps straight towards Meng Chuan’s throat.

Flying strike!

Meng Chuan drops his waist and sets his stance, the "Mountain-Breaking Earth-Shaking Fist" thunders with power, penetrating three zhang into the arena, forcefully deflecting the whip’s momentum by half an inch.

The reputation is indeed justified, Ma Ziyan is astonished.

"This guy’s strength is incredibly formidable!"

So she whirls swiftly, and the Crane Hand pecks at Meng Chuan’s temple with a swish, but he raises a single arm to fend off the attack, countering her with "Arm of Rock", the recoil numbing her fingertips.

"That’s a solid frame you have, Junior Brother."

Ma Ziyan flips backward in mid-air, her leg shadows raining down like a storm. In the exchange and defense maneuvers, Meng Chuan’s Power revolves around him, the Chaotic Heaven stance already layered eight high, and the Chaotic Heaven Domain quietly opens.

The opponent, seeing the prolonged assault, notices a difficult-to-describe aura gathering around Meng Chuan.

Ma Ziyan reverses her thumb grip, her palm trembling on the whip handle.

The hidden steel whip merges silently among the leg shadows, coming in stealthily!

Silent Whip!

This whip is truly vicious, if it lands solidly, even steel bars would bend.

Meanwhile, even the Martial Arts family referee is worried for Meng Chuan.

"This guy has Hard Skills protecting him, taking a whip might... not be a problem, right?"

Moisture Breath’s mist quietly wraps around the woman’s ankle, and sensing imminent danger, Meng Chuan swiftly changes moves.

The Kidney Water collects within the body, summoning a breath of Liver Wood, performing the Silk Binding Fist!

The Silk Binding Fist pierces through the mist, directly aiming for the silent whip tip. With the Dragon Bone present, Meng Chuan is without worry. Like a snake constricted by waves, his iron hands entwine and dodge with the black python.

This is the power of the Five Elements Fist, no matter how you attack, I have a way to counter!

Seeing her technique being discerned, Ma Ziyan’s expression remains unchanged as she continues to flick the whip around her opponent, Meng Chuan’s steps remain steady as he uses soft fists to neutralize the whip attacks.

Accompanied by the crackling whip sounds, the hearts of everyone present are gripped tightly.

To them, Meng Chuan’s actions are akin to walking a tightrope.

Should he carelessly take a hit, skin torn and split might not be the worst-case scenario.

The battle rages on fiercely.

Meng Chuan fights with growing intensity, his spine twists like a dancing dragon, punching fiercely like a lance thrusted forward, each punch surpassing the previous in power, while Ma Ziyan desperately flicks her long whip repeatedly to block, each punch hitting the whip shakes her tiger’s mouth with numbness.

Unexpectedly, Meng Chuan’s Dark Strength of Bone Penetration quietly activates, amid disrupted internal strength his iron hand clamps the weapon, leaving five grip marks on the steel whip head.

Meng Chuan simultaneously steps left, twisting his waist to wrap the long whip, making it immobile, while his left fist rises high, mixed with Sharpness, slicing through the air with a shrill whistle.

"Well done, good!"

"With iron fists, charge ahead!"

On the arena, several knowledgeable Martial Arts family spectators witness this scene and can’t help but applaud and cheer.

Li Weigang is equally delighted, it’s his first time witnessing Meng Chuan’s fist technique, which rivals his Hard Skills without any difference.

He says to those around:

"This kid should be considered my student, he’s already won, and he hasn’t even shown the Perfection level Iron Cloth Shirt yet."

"No way, old pal? This kid is a freak, right, not even eighteen, with this fist technique and actual combat talent is rare enough, but to be a genius in both internal and external skills?"

That person marvels.

The gaze returns to the arena, Meng Chuan’s heart exclaims with thrill.

But Ma Ziyan’s back is drenched in sweat like a steam bath, soaking a large area.

With the fist edge closing within three chi, and feeling constrained by the weapon, Ma Ziyan quickly thinks and decides to abandon the whip for a direct attack.

The swallow-like footwork circles to Meng Chuan’s flank, avoiding the heavy punches while the Crane Hand targets directly at the ribs.

Meng Chuan’s smile is exaggerated, thoroughly enjoying the battle.

"Without your weapon, how will you fight me?"

He neither dodges nor hides, the Crane Hand hits the waist ribs but leaves no white marks.

"What the hell!"

Ma Ziyan cannot help but exclaim.

This is over three hundred points of Qi Blood, fully surged to pierce through.

What level of Hard Skills must be practiced to remain unscathed?

The two continue to brawl, Ma Ziyan bites around Meng Chuan’s body like a mosquito.

But it’s neither itchy nor painful, giving no sensation.

Even the uninitiated ordinary audience, at this moment, notices something amiss.

"Isn’t that guy cheating? He’s absolutely unfazed by the attacks..."

Bang!

Meng Chuan lands another heavy punch.

The Overlapping Waves Shattering Rock Fist unleashes three layers of Dark Strength, Ma Ziyan’s eyes black out as she flies out three zhang like a broken kite.

Only to hear a sharp shout, coming from the air.

"Hah!"

No wonder she’s a nine-gap Martial Artist, her flying form turns in mid-air, legs like a skewer drilling towards Meng Chuan’s head!

"Desperate struggle!"

Meng Chuan suppresses a breath of fire, the Flame Burst Fist fiercely counters.

After a long period of training, he deploys the Heart Fire breath, which is already as familiar as can be.

The scorching fist force attacks the opponent’s legs, and just the residual heat causes the surrounding arena to steam nearly to suffocation.

Boom—!

The heavy punch roars, a clear concave mark appears on Ma Ziyan’s chest, with a thud she is knocked to her knees, Meng Chuan shows no pity as he strides forward to her face, his dark silhouette looming over her head.

"He’s won, Meng Chuan is incredible, eight gaps beating nine, who would believe it!"