Embodying Myriad Traits, I Will Ultimately Become Immortal — Part 33

At the critical moment, the principal stepped sideways and intervened just in time, blocking Meng Chuan's punch.

With a sharp smack, the other student's legs went limp, and he nearly collapsed onto the ground.

Principal Zong's expression darkened as he roared:

"Are you courting death? Why the hell did you close your eyes on the ring?!"

"Next group!"

Although Meng Chuan's performance had been unexpected, many of the other students performed terribly.

When faced with an attack, they did not know whether to dodge or defend. They could only rigidly follow their fist manuals and throw a messy barrage of punches.

Seeing this, the principal thought to himself:

In the future, we need to increase this kind of practical combat between students.

Vitality and blood values are only the threshold for martial universities. In the end, the truth has to be proven with fists and feet!

Dear big brothers, please vote and keep reading! Many thanks!

The state allocated massive resources to schools in order to cultivate martial artists capable of fighting Heavenly Demons, not to raise delicate flowers pampered in a greenhouse.

After stepping down from the ring, Meng Chuan began observing the others.

Zong Ping's match with Second Brother Hu, who practiced Ape Form, was quite fierce. However, whether in vitality and blood strength or actual combat experience, Zong Ping surpassed his opponent by quite a bit.

Sure enough, after more than twenty exchanges, Zong Ping sent him flying off the ring with a Tiger Claw Digs Out the Heart, easily claiming victory.

The matches continued.

Qi Fei and First Brother Hu each defeated their opponents as well, smoothly advancing into the top eight.

Their gazes were now fixed solemnly on Meng Chuan and Zong Ping. They regarded the two as formidable rivals and secretly began calculating their tactics.

The principal announced that the victorious students could regulate their breathing and rest where they stood. After a while, the second round of drawing lots began.

The onlookers around them were not idle either, fiercely discussing who would take first place.

The traditional faction believed Qi Fei would win. Even if his vitality and blood were slightly lower, he could still prevail through his combat experience.

The reformists, meanwhile, believed Meng Chuan or Zong Ping were more formidable.

Though the two were still young, the strength of their vitality and blood was plain for all to see. They were fully capable of overtaking those who had come before them.

First group: Lin Mosheng vs. Zong Ping

Third group: Meng Chuan vs. Hu Jiaxiang

"Big Brother, be careful!"

Second Brother Hu broke out in a cold sweat for his elder brother, Hu Jiaxiang. What he least wanted was for his brother to face Meng Chuan so early.

That kid was too strange. He had practiced National Obligatory Basic Fist Art at school every day, yet his vitality and blood value was so high. No one could make heads or tails of his style.

Zong Ping once again made light work of his opponent. His Tiger Form Fist was incomparably fierce, and within a few moves, he knocked his opponent off the ring.

When it was Meng Chuan's turn to take the stage, he cupped his fists and introduced himself.

"Cannon Fist, taught by Infinite Martial Arts Academy."

Hu Jiaxiang felt somewhat nervous, but he smiled on the surface as well.

"Hu Jiaxiang. White Ape Fist, taught by Ape God Martial Arts Academy."

"Please."

Meng Chuan let his opponent attack first. It was his first time encountering an opponent who used Ape Form, and he wanted to have a good look at it.

"Junior, be careful!"

Like Tarzan the ape-man, Hu Jiaxiang leaped backward and hooked one hand around the ring's support pillar.

His body leaned against the ropes, and using their rebound force, he shot forward toward Meng Chuan. Then he drove a punch down from above.

Ape Form really does have some tricks to it. It can even use the terrain to its advantage on the ring.

As he thought this, Meng Chuan planted his feet, turned sideways, and brushed the punch aside.

Seeing this, Hu Jiaxiang immediately used a killing move—Spirit Monkey Steals the Peach!

His legs were extraordinarily flexible as he dropped straight into a full split, his right hand sweeping toward Meng Chuan's vital area.

This youngster has no martial virtue!

Meng Chuan frowned inwardly, then exerted force through his waist and performed a backward somersault on the spot, easily evading it.

Once he landed, he likewise targeted his opponent's vital area. A low sweeping kick shot straight at the family jewels, returning the favor in kind.

Hu Jiaxiang was still in the split and had not pulled back. Seeing his vital area in danger, he hurriedly reached down to cover it.

With a thud, Meng Chuan kicked him to the ground.

After getting back up, Hu Jiaxiang was like a monkey on Mount Emei, hopping about while rubbing his hands together alternately.

Meng Chuan gave his opponent no chance to catch his breath. He assumed a Cannon Fist stance, his fierce punches blasting toward Hu Jiaxiang like cannonballs. Hu Jiaxiang could only rely on Ape Form footwork, springing up and down as he dodged this way and that.

The ring was only so large. After evading more than ten punches, Hu Jiaxiang was finally caught by Meng Chuan, who hammered him to the ground with a Skyward Cannon.

The moment he hit the ground, he quickly raised his hand in surrender.

"I concede!"

"Try not to be so underhanded next time."

Meng Chuan smiled as he pulled him to his feet.

"Sorry. I practice Ape Form, and in the heat of the moment, I just couldn't help myself."

Hu Jiaxiang's face reddened with embarrassment. He could tell that Meng Chuan had held back just now.

If Meng Chuan had used his full Bright Force attainment, that kick aimed at the hand covering his crotch would have been enough to fracture the bones in his hand.

After Qi Fei won the fourth group, Meng Chuan, Zong Ping, Qi Fei, and one lucky fellow entered the semifinals.

Meng Chuan was rather fortunate. He drew the lucky fellow who had only just entered the third threshold, defeated him in short order, and sat back to watch the remaining two tigers fight.

Qi Fei rubbed his fists together, his fighting spirit soaring. Meng Chuan had yet to go all out, and his vitality and blood value stood head and shoulders above the rest. Qi Fei was somewhat intimidated as well.

"This Zong Ping's vitality and blood aren't much stronger than mine, and he's got the foulest mouth. I'll fight him!"

Even if he faced Meng Chuan afterward, he would probably still lose. Qi Fei decided to exhaust every last bit of his strength in this battle and teach Zong Ping a harsh lesson!

Both Zong Ping and Qi Fei practiced Xingyi Tiger Form Fist. Between them, it was like one mountain refusing to accommodate two tigers, and they tore into each other fiercely. More than ten minutes passed without a victor being decided.

In the end, Zong Ping proved slightly superior. With the beginner-level second-rate fist art he had never displayed before, Roaring Tiger in the Woods Fist, he won the match.

Qi Fei then defeated Meng Chuan's previous opponent to claim third place. After Zong Ping regulated his breathing for a moment, he began competing with Meng Chuan for first place.

The situation had developed too unpredictably.

No one had expected that, before everyone tested their vitality and blood, they had been discussing whether the Hu Brothers or Qi Fei would take first place.

Yet now, two first-year high school students were battling for first.

Still, everyone was thoroughly convinced by the result. They had all witnessed Meng Chuan and Zong Ping's strength.

Most of the students present practiced Image Form Fist, with Tiger Form making up the majority. At this moment, they were all cheering for Zong Ping.

"Image Form is number one under heaven!"

"Fierce tigers are invincible! Brother Zong, take him down!"

The small number who practiced Xingyi also shouted loudly for Meng Chuan:

"Crush these tiger-worshippers!"

"Go, Meng Chuan! Let them know Xingyi is the most badass!"

Hearing the cheers around him, Meng Chuan's heart stirred as well.

When he had fought Le Ping at the martial arts academy before, there had not been nearly this many spectators below the stage.

But he showed no stage fright at all, quietly calming his emotions.

My stage will shine even more brilliantly in the future. This is just a small scene!

As the surroundings quieted down, Zong Ping spoke first.

"I knew from the beginning that we would meet in the final."

"Roaring Tiger in the Woods Fist was originally saved for you. What a pity—but you still won't be my opponent."

Meng Chuan smiled.

"Alright. Let me see where your confidence comes from."

Meng Chuan made a gesture inviting him to attack.

Like a fierce tiger charging down from a mountaintop, accompanied by a tiger's roar, Zong Ping struck with a palm that carried the sound of tearing wind.

His opponent was no slower than himself, and Meng Chuan did not dare be careless.

He immediately pushed his master-level Inch Step to its limit. Turning sideways, he stomped his right foot heavily against the ring and used the opposing force to narrowly evade the palm.