CHAPTER 282: CHAPTER 260: MENG CHUAN WILL SURELY WIN, FIVE AGGREGATES VISUALIZATION!

Lu Zhuxiao, being at the second limit, his ability to adapt in actual combat far exceeded Meng Chuan’s expectations.

His foot circled into a semicircle, his left arm instantly straightened, and he smoothly blocked the whirlpool of the fist stance, while his right hand formed claws to grip Meng Chuan’s throat.

Meng Chuan instinctively leaned back.

At the moment when he lost his vision, he inwardly felt something was wrong.

This move "White Ape Offers Fruit" was a feint!

Sure enough, when Lu Zhuxiao’s finger joints were still three inches from the skin, he suddenly changed his move.

Transforming the claw into a palm that sliced horizontally at the scapula, Meng Chuan let out a muffled groan, his feet skidded on the ground, retreating nearly ten steps before he stabilized his form.

Old ginger really is spicier, this move Meng Chuan also learned.

"Again, Master Lu!"

The same mistake, Meng Chuan would not make a second time.

Their silhouettes intertwined and maneuvered in the True Dragon Hall, the sound of punches and kicks colliding like rain on plantain leaves.

After a hundred moves, Lu Zhuxiao suddenly changed tactics again.

He stepped with his right foot onto Meng Chuan’s center line, and the left fist he had withdrawn opened into a palm, pressing lightly on Meng Chuan’s chest like a spring breeze caressing a willow. Though it seemed gentle and without power, Meng Chuan felt his internal organs trembling simultaneously.

"Did you understand?"

Meng Chuan was pushed back several steps again, Lu Zhuxiao stood withdrawn with white smoke emanating from his sleeve.

He gazed at Meng Chuan, with a hint of gratification in his eyes.

He was teaching him that the sharpness of Xin Gold was not only condensed to a point.

"But it can be like spring creeks spreading through the wild, integrated into palm patterns and textures, with one palm strike producing thousands of cuts!"

"I have learned."

Meng Chuan admitted defeat, indeed "Old Thief Lu," with countless transformations of fist techniques he couldn’t guard against.

Both sat on the ground adjusting their breath, Lu Zhuxiao remarked:

"What’s wrong? Discouraged? Honestly, if it weren’t for the advantage of realm, our neural reflexes are on the same level, I wouldn’t be able to react to your speed."

Meng Chuan shook his head, understanding the painstaking effort of Master Lu, worried his Tao Heart would shatter.

"Put more effort into the Five Elements Fist, after achieving perfection, your Qi Blood should approximate perfection."

According to Principal Yang, we’ll take solid steps, as for the Martial Extreme True Inheritance, only leave no regrets."

"Understood, Master Lu."

At this moment, Lu Zhuxiao was fully enlightened.

If Meng Chuan could advance to a Martial Arts Family member before the school’s anniversary, he would strive hard.

If he couldn’t advance, he would continue to sediment, there’s no big deal.

Because...

Meng Chuan handed him a bottle of water, Lu Zhuxiao drank it all, jokingly said:

"In the future, you’ll be Great Saint Meng, little Motohiko, can be overturned with a flip of the palm!"

"Master Lu, don’t jinx me!"

Lu Zhuxiao turned to leave, unable to stop the smile at the corner of his mouth.

My disciple, Meng Chuan, possesses the qualities of a Great Saint!

...

Just as the two were practicing their fists.

Many teachers who stayed behind and hadn’t gone to the Demon Nest were unsettled upon seeing the news of Motohiko’s advancement to Martial Arts Family.

"Principal Yang, what shall we do?"

Yang Huan was still recuperating and hadn’t led the team to attack.

Because last time in Chen Cang’s Demon Nest, when three Great Venerables besieged the Demon Nest Master, the opponent identified and targeted him...

Seeing teachers rush to surround him in the principal’s office, he was puzzled and confused inwardly.

"Has the sky fallen? What’s all this?"

The crowd were Martial Arts Family with composure, not chattering all at once.

After exchanging glances, Zhao Chun approached and slowly explained to Principal Yang.

Yang Huan, busy with cultivation, finally understood, just these trivial matters...

He already foresaw with his eye alright?

Hence, he calmly spoke:

"Motohiko is also the pride of our United University, we should celebrate his advance, not denigrate here..."

"But not the pride of our Yong’an branch, that Martial Extreme True Inheritance..."

In the crowd, a Martial Arts Family couldn’t resist refuting, realizing the opposing identity was Principal Yang, quickly fell silent.

Yang Huan waved to indicate it’s fine, and lightly spoke:

"I understand your meaning, but the fifteen branches of our United University are inherently one, united it’s a ball of fire, scattered it’s stars all over the sky."

With the rise of new stars Meng Chuan and Motohiko, isn’t it a fortunate event for our United University, we should be glad..."

He had to consider the bigger picture, naturally, couldn’t be like everyone else, limited to the immediate point.

"Just say, does Meng Chuan still have a chance?"

Everyone believed in Principal Yang’s Holy Gaze Reveals Truth.

Yang Huan’s face remained calm, but he secretly wondered...

He knew nothing...

In the future, Meng Chuan was a mess, his Venerable level heart soul was hurt.

Can only glimpse Motohiko fighting with a mass of air, in a deadlock.

He firmly told the crowd:

"Meng Chuan will definitely win."

The demon nest situation was urgent, just appeasing the crowd was enough.

He could only glimpse a moment, couldn’t discern the upper hand between the air and Motohiko.

If this brat loses, at most his third eye’s reputation will be damaged, but the stability within the school is more important.

He’s a Venerable, such trivial matters, a semblance of wind and frost.

"Oh..."

Everyone collectively sighed in relief, with Principal Yang’s assurance, that Motohiko is a small loser...

Then, several began discussing how to conduct pre-match special training for Meng Chuan.

[Tiger Form Special Confrontation Training, cease hard skills, focus on Qi Blood cultivation, utilizing physique advantage for reverse situation counterattack mastery...]

Even one teacher, in a daze, forgot Meng Chuan was still a Martial Artist, pondering teaching him his own True Skill killer move — [Shadow Lightning Flash]...

Yang Huan was speechless and directly stopped them:

"Stop, stop, stop! What’s the rush? You’re disrupting the situation!

Don’t give Xiaomeng too much pressure. Let nature take its course and allow him to cultivate at his own pace."

Upon hearing Principal Yang’s words, everyone had a sudden realization, their faces showing an expression of understanding.

They firmly believed that Principal Yang’s gaze had already seen through everything!

...

Half a month later, at True Dragon Hall under the twilight.

In the second floor arena area, Meng Chuan sparred with instructor Shi Ying.

The opponent refined half of True Qi in her hand and struck his body, which was as tough as steel.

Feeling the pain instantly, Meng Chuan’s chest heaved violently like a bellows.

Immediately, he let out a roar, his arms propping Shi Ying’s ribs, twisting his waist and abdomen to pin her down.

Shi Ying’s petite figure exploded with immense power, struggling and writhing fiercely.

But Meng Chuan, pressing down like Mount Tai, remained completely immobile.

With the proficiency of Dragon Lock Body improving, the transformation of muscles and bones intensified.

His weight alone was nearly half a ton, and with his body exerting full force downwards, resistance was futile!

Just as he imagined, as he restrained her arms, Shi Ying’s hands couldn’t gather True Qi, forcing her to rely solely on Martial Arts family strength to face him head-on.

Their standoff lasted a while, and ultimately, the Martial Arts family’s endurance proved superior.

Shi Ying turned the tables and rode on Meng Chuan, who patted the ground in submission.

The Martial Arts family was truly formidable; he felt ashamed in comparison.

But Meng Chuan was somewhat puzzled as to why her endurance surpassed his own.

He was supposed to be the enduring true man with the support of two major Hard Skills.

Shi Ying gritted her teeth and jumped aside, feeling deeply frustrated.

Being a Martial Arts family member, she nearly got countered by a Martial Artist; it was a disgrace to speak of.

However, since the opponent was a recognized Martial Artist freak, thinking this way made Shi Ying feel much better.

Seeing Meng Chuan’s puzzled expression, she explained:

"Are you wondering why, during the stalemate, I was able to endure longer?"

Meng Chuan nodded.

"Please enlighten me, Sister Ying."

"For a limited Martial Arts family member, there’s a need for diversification of six major acupoints, including one three inches below the navel, named ’Guanyuan Acupoint,’ which I have diversified.

This is where the body’s vital energy converges. After diversification, it consolidates and nourishes, cultivating Qi Blood can improve bodily functions, boost stamina and fatigue resistance, leading to extraordinary endurance and durability."

"Understood, thank you, Sister Ying."

Shi Ying waved her hand to indicate it’s fine and sat down to continue resting.

Meng Chuan’s powerful slam had made her lumbar spine ache.

"Never fighting this guy again..."

Shi Ying secretly vowed to herself while rubbing her waist.

While closed-eyed contemplating, she suddenly felt a gust of wind near her ear.

Shi Ying opened her eyes to see Meng Chuan practicing techniques by the window.

He exhaled like thunder, his fists displaying profound simplicity, Five Elements Qi spilling freely from his palms, draped in a layer of golden haze under the setting sun.

Seeing this scene, Shi Ying was profoundly shocked.

Her eyes widened, her heart murmuring:

"A breakthrough... Is this what a true Martial Arts genius is?"

Meng Chuan had just sparred with her, stood up, and achieved enlightenment through fist practice. If this isn’t genius, what is?

She too was considered a Martial Arts genius in her neighborhood, admired by thousands as a Martial Arts family member.

Witnessing this moment, Shi Ying suddenly felt life’s bitterness and tastelessness.

...

Just as she thought.

Meng Chuan indeed entered the state of "Morning and Evening Enlightenment" at this time.

He had long mastered the Five Elements Qiankun Fist, with five lines of Qi pouring from his palms, strictly flowing around his internal organs according to rules, utilizing their forces. Upon transformation, formidable Fist Stance filled his body.

In the next moment, under Shi Ying’s astonished gaze.

Meng Chuan’s footsteps moved like a dragon, unexpectedly crashing through the glass and leaping out the window, radiating brilliance in mid-air.

He hadn’t lost his mind, but...

He saw a world filled with Five Elements particles, enticing him to enter!

Meng Chuan hesitated not for a moment, for he was certain.

This was the Five Elements Qiankun Fist’s imaginary world!

At this time, what he saw was indescribable, just a colorful array of hues.

Meng Chuan focused, discovering countless tiny dot-like particles forming this peculiar world, thus he named them "Five Elements Particles."

He looked downward, still standing at the border of the imaginary world.

Meng Chuan internally shouted—move, you damn feet!

But his feet were stuck as if in mud, no matter how much energy he exerted, he was helpless.

Immediately, the sound of breaking filled his ears, the world made of Five Elements particles disintegrating in his eyes.

In a single thought, Meng Chuan felt like three years in a Great Dream...

Just missed by a step...

A rare chance to step into the Five Elements world was wasted, leaving Meng Chuan deeply frustrated.

Lying on the lawn outside True Dragon Hall, Meng Chuan found the sensations of the world still vivid.

He remained in the enlightenment state, so he stood up to continue practicing fists, not wasting this rare opportunity.

After several adjustments of stances and punching, finally, as his body became thoroughly nourished, the hidden powers of acupoints transformed into abundant Qi Blood, rushing through meridians.

Five Qi of the Viscera achieved Perfection.

Looking back, the sun was on the verge of sinking completely.

Meng Chuan blinked open his eyes, and the world reverted to its original appearance, washing away his body’s fatigue.

He immersed his Heart Spirit into his mind, and on the panel, proficiency made a significant leap forward.

[Five Elements Qiankun Fist: Major Accomplishment (57%) → (70%)]