Embodying Myriad Traits, I Will Eventually Become Immortal — Section 47

"Alright. Now we'll see how you and it perform."

"Then get some sleep first."

Yuan Huan thoughtfully laid his good disciple flat, then switched off the lights and left.

Against the pale yellow lighting of the martial arts hall corridor, Yuan Huan's shadow looked somewhat strange.

It grew increasingly bizarre, writhing and shifting without pause.

At times it was a normal human silhouette; at others, it twisted into a snarling Demon Ape. Its huge, grotesquely shaped ape mouth dripped black saliva.

When he turned back and noticed it, he could not help frowning.

"It's almost impossible to suppress."

Yuan Huan immediately circulated true qi through his body. Only after repeating this several times did he manage to suppress the bizarre Martial Domain.

The Ape Demon Shadow threw back its head in a furious roar, letting out a soundless, unwilling howl as its body gradually shrank until it vanished.

Yuan Huan let out a breath.

The reason he had cooperated with the demonic path was precisely because something had gone wrong with his Martial Domain.

A Martial Domain was the manifestation of a Martial Artist's strength of will.

The Demon Ape was enough to reveal the leopard through a tube—his Will of Martial Arts was clearly vile.

"I don't believe in fate. Man can conquer heaven."

"Since that's the case, I'll walk this road into the dark. Once the experiment is complete, I'll take it as soon as possible."

Martial Arts Grandmaster, Martial Arts Grandmaster.

Or even a Venerable!

Ever-growing lifespan beckoned to him. After feeding his personal disciple the Seed of Fear, he no longer had any road back.

I, Qin Shi Huang, am asking for votes.

Pinnacle Martial Arts Hall.

Fist Extreme - Liu Sanduo was feeding moves to his newly accepted personal disciple, Chen Xuewu.

"Xuewu, you've improved quickly. Have you looked over the roster for this ranking tournament?"

Chen Xuewu's hands did not stop moving. After giving it some thought, he replied loudly, "Master, I have. Taking first place shouldn't be a problem."

Liu Sanduo intercepted his punch and waved one hand, separating the two of them.

"Xuewu, I'm not worried about your strength, but you still need to keep a steady mindset."

"There are several people who have comprehended Manifest Force worth watching out for. Manifest Force is impossible to guard against."

"Winning or losing doesn't matter much to me. What matters more is that you can't get hurt. We need to look farther ahead and not fight over temporary superiority."

"I understand, Master."

His Master's thoughts were the same as his own. He was steady by nature, not a rash man.

Liu Sanduo took out the underage division roster and marked it with his pen. When he reached Infinite Martial Arts Academy, his hand abruptly stopped.

Although there were quite a few martial arts halls in Yong'an City, most specialized in the Image Form School. There were only three Xingyi martial arts halls.

Infinite Martial Arts Academy was the leading elder brother of Yong'an City's Xingyi School.

As fellow Martial Artists practicing Xingyi in the city, Liu Sanduo called Luo Guanyun big brother because Luo Guanyun was highly skilled.

"Xuewu, keep an eye on this Meng Chuan. Infinite Martial Arts Academy has a good relationship with us. If you run into him, go easy on him and leave him some face."

"Alright, Master. If I run into him, I'll make sure he loses with dignity."

"Damn, Senior Brother, you're awesome!"

After losing to Meng Chuan several times, Le Ping had thoroughly become Senior Brother's number-two bootlicker.

As for number one, that was naturally Wang Yue.

"Little Le, you're no good either. You could still exchange a few moves before, but now Brother Chuan only has to make a slight move and you can't hold up?"

Le Ping flew into a rage and dragged Wang Yue toward the ring.

"You're pretty arrogant, huh? Come up with me. Let's trade a few moves."

How could Wang Yue be Le Ping's match? Struggling with all his might, he shouted, "Where's my bodyguard? Hurry up, I'm being beaten!"

The bodyguard beside them pretended not to see, turning his eyes away.

The clawed tips of the special gloves on his hands opened and closed of their own accord, betraying the unrest in his heart.

"Forget it. He won't get beaten to death anyway. The boss said to give Young Master Wang as many chances to train as possible."

The martial arts hall ranking tournament was about to begin, and Instructor Liu Ru had recently been too busy to feed him moves.

As if possessed, she came to the martial arts hall every day to practice stances and punches, arriving earliest and leaving latest.

Meng Chuan thought, Sister Ru probably wants to put on a good performance in front of Master.

Instructor Liu Ru treated him well. Whenever she had free time, she often taught him boxing and fed him moves. He had to put in a few good words for her before Master.

If Master could accept her as a personal disciple, having a senior sister would actually be pretty nice.

Unable to watch Le Ping beat up Wang Yue any longer, Meng Chuan saw that the blood vitality testing room was empty and stepped inside.

Blood Vitality: 9.86 → 10.60

Although Luo Family Eight Extremities was still at the Beginner stage and had yet to break through to Proficient—

As a top-tier second-rate fist art, it was simply too effective at promoting blood vitality growth. Meng Chuan's blood vitality had risen by another large margin.

Meng Chuan walked out of the blood vitality testing room.

"There's still some time before the competition begins. Inch Step is just a little short of completion. I'll try to complete it, then break Luo Family Eight Extremities through to Proficient. That way, it'll be secure."

For his first competition in front of Master, Meng Chuan had only one goal: first place. There was no second.

"Next, I'll practice Inch Step first and try to complete it within these two days. Cannon Fist has also been feeling better and better lately. Breaking the limit isn't far off either."

"Luo Family Eight Extremities is the key to victory. I have to give it the most time. And stance training—I can't stop it even for one day. Once I stop once, there'll be a second time."

Meng Chuan felt he was simply too busy. There were too many martial arts to practice; he wished a day had forty-eight hours.

Seven days later, at Infinite Martial Arts Academy.

Instructor Liu Ru had recently been too busy to teach the students, so Wang Dong and Le Ping temporarily took over her work, helping teach the new students who had yet to get started.

Wang Dong was older and did not like showing off.

Le Ping leaped onto a wooden post. His two hands alternated Cannon Fist with smooth, flowing strikes, while his footwork below moved like a swimming dragon and slithering serpent. The new students beneath him watched with shining eyes.

"Senior Brother Le is awesome!"

"So this is Cannon Fist? It's amazing!"

"Brother Le is invincible! Isn't he basically a humanoid cannon? One punch could probably blast straight through a tree!"

Le Ping broke into a cold sweat and hurriedly explained, "How am I invincible? Don't talk nonsense."

The new students were confused.

Wang Dong, beside them, lazily explained, "You've only been here two days. You haven't seen Senior Brother Meng Chuan yet."

He was already an old hand. Calling Meng Chuan, who was much younger than him, Senior Brother did not embarrass him in the slightest.

"Senior Brother Meng is the truly impressive one. At sixteen, he completed Cannon Fist and Inch Step, and attained Manifest Force."

"One punch might really be enough to punch straight through a tree."

The new students were utterly shocked. Most of them were older than Meng Chuan.

"Is he even human?"

With Meng Chuan absent, Le Ping was showing off on his behalf.

"Before entering martial arts, seeing Brother Chuan was like a frog at the bottom of a well looking up at the moon; after entering, seeing Brother Chuan was like a mayfly gazing toward the blue heavens!"

"You really know how to lick boots, Little Le! You're making my skin crawl."

Before Le Ping saw the man, he heard his voice.

"Looking for a beating? You fat bastard, tearing down my stage again!"

"Hm? Little Le, you dare make a move? Look who's behind me."

Wang Yue ran up before Le Ping, proudly raising his head to meet his gaze.