CHAPTER 203: CHAPTER 190: "IRON GALL STEEL SPEAR" MENG CHUAN (6K) SEEKING SUBSCRIPTION AND VOTES_3

Just when the audience thought the outcome was decided and began to open champagne for Meng Chuan.

Ma Ziyan endured the pain and suddenly shot upwards, her swan-like figure striking swiftly like lightning, her right hand transformed into two finger Zen aiming directly at Meng Chuan’s vital point!

Clang!

The sound of metal clashing echoed throughout the arena, leaving everyone dumbfounded.

In the audience seats, Zheng Zhenzhen and Meng Jiaolong both secretly spat.

"This woman, she’s really shameless!"

[Doma Iron Crotch Skill] is always the god!

The vital point was attacked, Meng Chuan gritted his teeth, exerting force suddenly through his legs, fiercely clamping Ma Ziyan’s hands.

His right hand gathered force, Overlapping Waves Shattering Rock Fist erupted with a bang, five layers of wave marks exploded on the spot!

Boom——!

Ma Ziyan’s body flew backwards, crashing straight into the protective air wall of the arena.

Meng Chuan flashed beside her, his fist-edge tightly pressed against her neck.

"Do you admit defeat or not?"

Ma Ziyan lifted her head, her eyes bloodshot between her messy bangs.

"I admit defeat, impressive, it truly lives up to its reputation."

She truly hadn’t expected anyone to be this tough...

This loss wasn’t in vain, she acknowledged it.

Meng Chuan clasped his fists, turned around, and left.

The competition didn’t prohibit sneak attacks on that spot during combat, and he frequently attacked the chest directly.

Lucky that his crotch skill was strong, otherwise he would have truly fallen in the end...

Suddenly, a wave of thunderous cheers erupted from the audience seats.

"Invincible! Eight Stages beating Nine Stages, who else!"

"So strong, so fierce, I am willing to call Meng Chuan the toughest man in Yong’an City!"

The host also watched exhilarated and shouted loudly:

"Meng Chuan is writing his own legend, using Eight Stages to challenge Nine Stages, his future is bright!

This is the significance of this tournament, to discover true martial arts supernovas!"

The audience’s enthusiasm was reignited, and amidst the cheers, Meng Chuan vaguely heard some disharmonious voices...

"Iron Gall Xiaomeng!"

"Steel Spear King!"

He focused his senses, trying to find the source, and finally noticed Le Ping in that area.

Seeing Le Ping holding up Lei Gong Wang, still trying to lead the crowd in shouting this stuff.

Meng Chuan turned red on the spot.

"You’re done for Le Ping, you’re really done for..."

If he were to be labeled with this annoying nickname, he’d never be able to show his face in Yong’an City again.

On the judges’ seats, Luo Guanyun also heard someone calling Meng Chuan this and laughed hysterically.

"Hahahaha, was just worried about this kid’s martial artist title, how about [Iron Gall Steel Spear·Meng Chuan]?"

Venerable Yin also laughed uncontrollably by the side, and after the joy, he also became curious about this crotch skill.

Luo Guanyun was quite tactful:

"Venerable Yin, I’ll send you the electronic version, I have it here."

"Alright, thank you then!"

In the distance, Meng Jiaolong was still cursing under his breath.

"Shameless woman, not worth it!"

Zheng Zhenzhen also felt what he said made sense.

"It really scared me, good thing Meng Chuan is that... Steel Egg King, otherwise it would have been ruined."

Meng Jiaolong suspiciously said:

"It scared you, what does it have to do with you?"

Zheng Zhenzhen, hands on hips, retorted:

"Then what does it have to do with you?"

In an instant, the two of them turned their external battles into internal ones.

Next, Meng Chuan disregarded these troubling things, seriously studying and researching everyone else’s fighting techniques.

Tomorrow is the final top ten qualifying match.

It involves the 25 winners from today and 5 who emerged from the afternoon’s revival match.

In the upcoming qualifying match, just winning two consecutive rounds will secure a spot in the second phase and pocketing a two million Martial Arts Fund.

If defeated midway, they will fall to the losers’ bracket, from which the remaining slots will be decided.

Finally, the competition will select the top three to advance as seed players for the San Qin division.

Meng Chuan doesn’t expect to be in the top three, simply dealing with Zheng Zhenzhen’s brother and his ’martial nephew’ Chen Jingyi is enough for him.

Meanwhile, that unlucky Lin Yue encountered his ’martial nephew’.

Both focusing on speed, Chen Jingyi, benefiting from Luo Meng’s true teachings plus Qi Blood pressure, steadily eliminated Lin Yue.

The currently eliminated Nine Stage martial artists already number ten.

Apart from Meng Chuan sending one away, the rest were all losers in the Nine Stage internal battles.

Therefore, whether it’s Lin Yue or Xu Qingfeng and others, they can basically give up on the afternoon’s revival matches.

With the morning’s schedule over, Meng Chuan thought while retreating:

"As long as I don’t repeatedly encounter those most powerful ones, making the top ten is fine.

The seed player title is irrelevant, there’s no additional reward, everyone in the top ten is the same.

In the second phase, I can overturn and rise."

Meng Chuan had the confidence for this.

Once he advances to Nine Stages, significantly narrowing the Qi Blood gap, he’d fully prop up.

While he internalized his apprehension toward others, he hadn’t realized others were equally apprehensive of him.

Chen Jingyi internally placed Meng Chuan at a very high rank.

In martial arts, being young is only temporary, it’s about who can go further.

The opponent, without even entering college, can already battle Nine Stages, what about after more cultivation upon entering United University?

Isn’t it?

"Martial Extreme True Inheritance..."

She suddenly felt it absurd, could it be that in the few short years since Yong’an Branch Campus was established, it would break the main campus’s monopoly on [Martial Extreme True Inheritance]...

With this thought, she smiled and moved her body towards Meng Chuan, gently greeting:

"Xiaomeng~(｡･∀･)ﾉﾞhi!"

Meng Chuan, seeing it was her, clasped his hands with a smile.

"Hello Senior Sister Chen, my master is still waiting for me outside, let’s chat another day, I’ll take my leave first."

"Alright, Xiaomeng you go ahead, see you another day~"

Chen Jingyi squinted her eyes into a line, watching as he got into the Black Samurai car.

In the driver’s seat was the "grandmaster" she had never met.