Embodying Myriad Traits, I Will Eventually Become Immortal

If Meng Chuan had been at full strength and could transform into that ten-meter-tall form, Wang Ye felt Senior Brother Ma would have had a hard time beating him.

But with Meng Chuan sick right now, taking his "life" while he was down and raising Wudang's divine prestige—nothing wrong with that!

Zhao Huanzhen rested a hand on his treasured sword and murmured:

"Limitless Heavenly Worthy. Junior Brother Wang still forgets the pain once the wound heals. Looks like this venue will still be useful later."

Jack did not chat with the two of them. His eyes were fixed tightly on the pair in the arena, his face flushed red with excitement.

The reason he had come to Great Chu and was unwilling to return to the embrace of the United States—

Was because he had been utterly conquered by these blood-boiling fist-and-foot techniques.

True Martial Lord above, he truly did not want to return to the United States and become a "mage" for the family according to his father's arrangements!

This stretch of mountain land was enormous. It was the "designated" venue where Wudang Daoists settled their personal grudges.

Ma Hongju and Meng Chuan stood several hundred meters apart. Ma Hongju clasped his right fist in his left hand, exhaled, and called out, his breath waves spreading and rolling forth:

"Junior Brother, have mercy. Please enlighten me."

Meng Chuan's throat rumbled, like both a tiger's roar and thunder:

"Let us learn from each other. Senior Brother, please enlighten me."

Ma Hongju did not charge forward explosively. He slowly took two steps, then spotted a huge boulder the size of a small car nearby.

Casually lifting it, he swung it in a full arc and hurled it at Meng Chuan from several hundred meters away!

The boulder flew like a super