Embodying Myriad Traits, I Will Eventually Become Immortal — Section 40

"What's your Blood Qi value?"

"Over 8 points."

"Holy shit! No way, bro—you're a first-year high school student?"

Meng Yiyi, standing nearby, also found it surreal when she heard that.

Before she went off to college, Meng Chuan had practiced the National Obligatory Basic Fist Art at home every day for years, yet he had never even reached the threshold.

How had he shattered four Blood Qi Barriers in a row after not seeing her for just over half a year? What kind of freak was that?

"Little bro, for real?"

Meng Chuan nodded.

Seeing that Meng Chuan was not joking, Yu Kaidong put away his contemptuous attitude and solemnly cupped his fist in his palm.

"Xingyi School Water Style Fist, Wave-Piercing Hand. Please enlighten me, Little Meng."

He had already offered to give pointers, so he could only grit his teeth and go through with it.

"Cannon Fist. Come on, Brother Kaidong."

Yu Kaidong did not want to embarrass himself in front of his girlfriend. What would it look like if he got beaten senseless by her first-year high school brother?

He secretly thought to himself:

Cannon Fist belongs to fire. I happen to counter him. I still have a chance to win.

He struck first. Like a water snake weaving through lush aquatic grass, he used River-Walking Step to close within three feet of Meng Chuan, then thrust his piercing hand toward Meng Chuan's chest.

He still had reservations and did not dare go all out, worried that Meng Chuan was merely a young kid showing off.

Meng Chuan merely raised his arm and gave a light outward deflection, knocking aside Yu Kaidong's primary attacking hand.

Feeling the immense force transmitted through his fingertips, Yu Kaidong's expression turned grave.

"Damn it, this kid really wasn't lying!"

Before he could think further, Yu Kaidong hurriedly followed up. His left hand formed a claw and viciously grabbed at Meng Chuan's abdomen, producing sharp whooshing sounds through the air.

Wave-Piercing Hand—River-Dividing Claw!

Meng Chuan took a slight backward Inch Step to evade, then raised his hand and drove a straight punch into the other man's chest.

Normal Attack!

Bang!

Yu Kaidong stamped backward again and again, retreating all the way to a large tree before steadying himself against it. His heart thudded wildly.

A distinct red fist mark was stamped between his two solid pectoral muscles.

"That strength—it's definitely that of a mid-stage Martial Artist with over 8 points!"

Having just broken through the fourth barrier, Meng Chuan was still not quite able to control his strength.

"Are you okay? I just broke through, so I can't quite control my strength yet. How about you attack, and I'll dodge?"

"Fine!"

Yu Kaidong's temper flared as well. Damn it, he could not possibly fail to land even a single hit, could he?

He pushed his perfected River-Walking Step to its limits. Like a water snake coiling around its prey, he circled Meng Chuan and attacked without pause.

Water Style Fist was famed for its nimble control. Meng Chuan stood in place, dodging constantly as though walking a tightrope.

Under the intense, uninterrupted evasions, Inch Step's proficiency ticked upward every so often.

Yu Kaidong's endurance was quite impressive. Only after launching several hundred attacks did he finally run out of strength and collapse onto the ground.

"I'm done, I'm done!"

Yu Kaidong was red-faced and thick-necked from exhaustion, gulping down breaths. This kid's bodily control was even more monstrous—he had not touched him even once.

For several hundred moves, Meng Chuan had only dodged without counterattacking. Passing through a sea of flowers, not a single leaf clung to him.

Meng Chuan knew that half of it was because his Blood Qi strength completely crushed his opponent's. In his eyes, Yu Kaidong's movements were equivalent to being slowed to 0.8 times speed.

The other half was thanks to the powerful bodily control brought by One Proof, Eternal Proof, which ensured that he would not make mistakes before exhausting himself.

Meng Chuan took the opportunity to glance at the panel.

Inch Step: Mastery (12%) → (16%) Pending Limit Break

Limit-Breaking Trait: Light Body (Beginner)

Meng Yiyi, standing nearby, had long since been dumbfounded. If Meng Chuan had lived in ancient times, he would have been worthy of being called a master of lightness skill.

"Little bro, you're incredible!"

"I'm not a fan of River-Mixing White Dragon anymore. Once you make a name for yourself, your big sister will build you a fan club!"

Hearing Meng Yiyi's grand declaration, Meng Chuan replied with a smile:

"Sure, Sis. When the time comes, you can be the president of my fan club."

He did not refuse. Fame and profit would not bring harm; on the contrary, they could better feed back into his martial path.

His master had said that after becoming a Martial Artist, the resources one needed could easily cost millions, even tens of millions.

For instance, the Blood Qi deficit caused by today's breakthrough had cost him thirty to forty thousand just in Medicated Diet Paste to replenish.

Later, in order to cultivate Thunder Law True Skill, he would also need to train hard-body external martial arts to lay a foundation for his physique.

When cultivating external martial arts, one needed to buy large quantities of body-refining medicinal paste to apply to the body and aid recovery.

Even if he later received the million-yuan prize for improving the National Obligatory Basic Fist Art, it still would not be enough.

Though he had the Martial Arts Limit-Breaking Panel, martial arts resources would not materialize out of thin air. He still had to fight for them, seize them!

This was not ancient times, when one could kill people for treasure and rob the rich to help the poor.

If a Martial Artist attacked others—or even ordinary people—without legitimate reason, they would be deemed a Demonic Path Martial Artist.

They would be wanted by the police. Once caught, they would be thrown into a Martial Artist prison, or even sentenced to death.

Thus, there were currently two main legitimate paths to obtaining vast amounts of martial arts resources.

One was to venture deep into demon nests and kill Heavenly Demons, dismantling useful demonic materials from their bodies in exchange for money or resources.

The second was a relatively stable route: competing in all kinds of martial arts tournaments to win generous prize money and build a fan economy. This path suited martial arts prodigies who were invincible within their realm.

Meng Chuan felt that once he acquired a few practical combat traits, whether it was the first path or the second, all roads would lead to Rome for him!

Meng Yiyi ran over to tend to her boyfriend.

Seeing Yu Kaidong sitting on the ground like a dead fish, she figured Meng Chuan had probably shattered his defenses.

Worried that Yu Kaidong's martial heart had been broken, she sat beside him and spent quite a while comforting him.

Yu Kaidong waved his hand to show that he was fine. He was merely a little exhausted.

After resting for a while, Yu Kaidong spoke.

"Little Meng, are you really only starting your first year of high school this year?"

Meng Chuan was standing in a stance during the break. Seeing that Yu Kaidong had recovered, he answered:

"Yeah, I really am a first-year student."

Yu Kaidong was so shaken that he did not know what to say. After a while, he asked again:

"What school are you at now? Have you already entered a preparatory class, or are you at a martial arts school?"

"Neither. I'm from Peaceful High School."

Yu Kaidong said:

"..."

"Um, can Peaceful High School really hold a great Buddha like you?"

Yu Kaidong found this utterly explosive. A sixteen-year-old first-year student already at the fourth Blood Qi Barrier—could this really be a student taught by an ordinary comprehensive high school?

"It's true. If you don't believe me, ask my sister."

Yu Kaidong looked pleadingly at his girlfriend. He could not believe it was real.

But Meng Yiyi nodded stiffly in reply.

He fell silent for a moment before speaking again.

"Transfer schools, Little Meng. I can ask my teacher to recommend you for Yong'an Martial Arts University's preparatory class."

"Your future is limitless. Shallow waters like Peaceful High School can't raise a flood dragon."

"No need. I have my own plans."

The teaching standards at martial arts schools and martial arts university preparatory classes were certainly far better than those at Peaceful High School.

But on one hand, there was his agreement with Principal Zong. On the other, those schools were fully closed off and would not allow students to leave campus, making it inconvenient for him to follow Teacher Luo and practice fist techniques at night.

Teacher Luo rarely instructed him during the day. He needed to train and earn money himself; he could not possibly revolve around Meng Chuan all day.