With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal Chapter 138 - 127: Instant Kill of the Snake Crane, Physical

ng Jiaolong was furious and cursed.

Although she didn’t like Zhao Jian, it was a matter of school honor, and she didn’t expect ng Chuan to pull such a move.

At this mont, Zhao Jian was secretly looking for an opportunity to launch a sneak attack, but didn’t expect a heavy tank with an eight-cylinder engine to charge at him ferociously!

His expression was one of utmost astonishnt, but quickly, his inner calmness took the upper hand.

His steps were like a swimming python crossing a river, with a hiss, he dodged to the side.

His judgnt was extrely accurate. At this ti, ng Chuan had all four hard skills fully activated, and if he poked at him, his fingers might break on the spot.

But ng Chuan had already sensed this person’s intentions and preemptively changed direction in mid-air.

His elbow was like a battering ram, continuing to press down toward the direction of his dodge.

Zhao Jian was inwardly shocked and angry:

"Such relentless aggression, does he take for a sick cat?"

Facing ng Chuan’s strong blow, all the muscles in his body moved instantly, intertwining like snake pythons, gathering strength in a spiral.

At the sa ti, paired with the lifting and contracting of the crane form, it concentrated both strains of power at the dantian.

His narrow eyes were fixed tightly on ng Chuan’s movents.

In an instant!

With the springing force of the crane form spread out, like a white crane spreading its wings, it unleashed the stored spiral power of the snake form explosively.

This spring-compressed, recoiling force burst from Zhao Jian’s arm with a snap!

Who says the snake form is only for sneaky strikes!

It is——[Coiling Python Sky-Grabbing Fist]!

ng Chuan instantly realized Zhao Jian’s intention, and the greatest weakness of his elbow strike was the seam between the two arms.

This person wanted to penetrate through there and stab straight into his chest!

Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa!

ng Chuan imdiately switched moves to short strikes, instantaneously delivering four punches with transford strength, quietly neutralizing the opponent’s powerful strike.

In just three inches, the Baji claims king!

The snake hand continually pressed against him, ng Chuan’s muscles tightened, dissipating the snake form’s power to nothing.

At the sa ti, a barrage of rapid punches!

Boom——!

The rapid succession of short punches was so swift that the continuous striking sounds rged into a long explosive sound.

Zhao Jian found it hard to withstand, his figure continuously retreating, unknowingly being forced to the edge of the fire circle by ng Chuan.

"Grilling a python with fire, not bad!"

Whether it was the sharp pecking of the crane’s beak or the winding oddity of the snake fist,

ng Chuan remained unfazed, his skin taut and taking it head-on.

After enduring thousands of trainings and beatings, such minor pain was nothing!

At the edge of the ring.

Even if it was an illusionary fire, Zhao Jian could feel the searing flas licking at his behind!

ng Chuan continued to steadily maintain his attack rhythm, step by step pushing him outside the circle, avoiding being caught off guard.

In the judge’s seat, ng Jiaolong’s heart was in her throat.

She didn’t expect that Zhao Jian, not inferior to her, would be forced to the brink of life and death by ng Chuan in just a few moves!

Looking at ng Chuan’s seemingly invulnerable body, ng Jiaolong felt a faint unease...

"Can Xu Qingfeng break this turtle shell?"

...

anwhile, Xu Qingfeng’s Eight Trigrams Palm enveloped the three of them together.

Yes, Chen Xuewu had also joined the lee, unable to intervene due to the fast exchange between ng Chuan and Zhao Jian.

Feeling awkward just standing, he stepped back and joined the battle on another front.

Xu Qingfeng’s Qi and Blood Value was far more than just close to a hundred points.

His steps followed the Tai Chi yin-yang pattern, weaving flexibly among the three.

He extended his palms like a wandering dragon, completely enclosing the three in a seamless net.

He even had leisure to glance backward, seeing ng Chuan on the verge of smashing Zhao Jian.

As palm prints intertwined, Xu Qingfeng murmured to himself.

"I need to speed up too."

In an instant!

The originally gentle as the wind Eight Trigrams Palm suddenly beca as heavy as a mountain.

Chen Xuewu each ti he raised his arm to counter, the force was like a heavy hamr, causing his arms to go numb.

Xu Qingfeng’s palm strikes beca more fierce, each one seed precisely calculated, accurately targeting the weak spots of the three, either sealing the throat, hitting the stomach, or smashing joints.

The three initially intended to cooperate and resist, but the rhythm gradually got disrupted by him.

The judges’ eyes were instantly attracted to this battlefield.

In the eyes of the Martial Arts families, on Xu Qingfeng’s hands seed to push an invisible yet imposing enormous Eight Trigrams Array.

Under the suppression of the Eight Trigrams Array, their figures seed to be mired in mud, being forcefully pushed toward the edge of the ring’s fire circle.

The whistling palm wind caused the air to buzz.

In the audience, Zheng Zhenzhen was dumbfounded, Xu Qingfeng’s Eight Trigrams Entrapnt was exceedingly exquisite.

ng Jiaolong beside her pursed her lips and said:

"Now you know why I’m not panicking?

This Xu Qingfeng is the true turtle shell, and he hasn’t even used his trump card yet..."

...

The heat behind him grew increasingly scorching, as if it would dry out his throat.

At this critical mont, Zhao Jian finally seized the mont, intercepting the fist flying in mid-air, executing [Spiritual Snake Root-Entwining].

His limbs moved together, like the flexible body of a snake, using an incredible flexibility to climb along ng Chuan’s arm, tightly entangling it without letting go.

Zhao Jian’s muscles spiraled and tensed once more, his power penetrating like a snake’s tongue, cunning and sharp!

It was precisely the killing move of his perfected [Spiritual Snake Shadow-Entwining Fist]—Constriction!

ng Chuan felt the twisting force coming from all directions on his body, yet showed no sign of panic.

Faced with Zhao Jian’s close entanglent, he shook his entire body, subtly integrating the skillful force of the Baji Soft Fist to dissolve the opponent’s constriction power inch by inch.

The two moved as if dancing on the edge of a cliff, with ng Chuan maneuvering like a perfectly steered boat on surging waves, making it difficult for Zhao Jian to find a foothold.

"Die!"

Finally, ng Chuan seized the opportunity, taking advantage of Zhao Jian’s mont of coiling behind him, and thrust his waist forward with force.

A force of collapse spread through his entire body, numbing Zhao Jian’s hands.

Then ng Chuan flipped his hands to grasp Zhao Jian’s legs, as the surging power from his limbs converged into his arms.

First, he used flexible transford strength to remove Zhao Jian’s resisting force.

Then, like a mountain wind howling, he forcibly pulled off the "strange snake" from his body!

Just like tossing a cannonball, he lifted Zhao Jian over his head and threw him out.

Just as everyone thought Zhao Jian was about to be eliminated!

Zhao Jian spread his arms, surprisingly stabilizing his posture in mid-air like a crane.

Not considered eliminated unless out of the ring and touches the ground!

"Get down!"

ng Chuan exploded with Inch Step and leapt up, his right leg high in the air drawing a beautiful axe arc, striking down with imnse force!

Zhao Jian was completely panicked now, his ability to float mid-air was already the wonder of crane form, but doing a second jump was impossible.

His pupils shrank suddenly, his eyes filled with fear and despair.

"Bang!"

A muffled crash resounded as ng Chuan’s foot landed on Zhao Jian’s shoulder, the force directly opposing the parabolic trajectory, driving his head like a cone into the dirt behind him.

After the dust cleared, a deep human-shaped pit could be seen on the ground.

To everyone’s surprise, Zhao Jian’s crane standing in the air allowed him to reach third place before being defeated!

...

Sixth place, of course, was Chen Xuewu, who was thrown out by the Eight Trigrams Palm.

The Qi and Blood Value difference between the two was nearly threefold, and to block twice was already considered a rare talent.

The remaining Yanhua duo struggled to hold on for a mont, but Xu Qingfeng spun around, hands grabbing like pearls picking treasures, grasping their legs, and threw them far away.

Imdiately, Xu Qingfeng moved like a horse stepping on a flying swallow, taking two steps to climb the Cloud-Ascending Ladder.

This technique, like ng Chuan’s, was clearly at the Perfection level of the Cloud-Ascending Ladder!

Thud, thud!

Then two lightning-fast side kicks sent the two out of the fire ring, now halved in size.

...

It’s said in the turbulent tis of old, martial arts flourished.

An exceptional talent nad Chen Xuanfeng, fascinated by martial arts from a young age, sought out renowned teachers everywhere.

He initially joined the Baji Fist school and later apprenticed under the Tai Chi Grandmaster, imrsing in the mysteries of Tai Chi.

In Tai Chi cultivation, he realized the secret of overcoming hardness with softness and the art of using four ounces to move a thousand pounds, his form fluid like flowing clouds, transforming strength uniquely to deflect force.

After closing himself off in ditation, he persistently sought a way to integrate the hard strength of Baji, the soft strength of Tai Chi, and the agile footwork and variable palm techniques of Eight Trigrams.

After countless trials and failures, he finally established a new martial art called Xingyi Eight Trigrams Linkage Palm!

And Xu Qingfeng is precisely the seventh-generation inheritor of this secret fist path!

Xu Qingfeng glanced back, smiling faintly:

"Brother ng, it’s just the two of us now."

The fire ring danced on the ring, shrinking visibly by the naked eye.

Xu Qingfeng pulled out the wooden pin from his head, his white robe intermixed with flying hair.

In ng Chuan’s perception, the yin-yang fish pattern beneath Xu Qingfeng’s feet lood faintly in the firelight.

"Co on."

ng Chuan exhaled a heavy breath, growling deeply like rolling thunder from his throat!

His skeletal fra suddenly cracked like frying beans, his already defined shoulder blades thrusting upward.

Underneath the skin of his neck, prominent dark red veins surfaced, each mixed with bulging blue tendons.

Gradually, his arms took on a dim golden tallic hue, clashing with a sonorous tallic sound.

As the white smoke dissipated, ng Chuan’s muscular body was covered in knots, filled with a unique beauty of strength.

"Damn, that’s too fierce!"

Zheng Zhenzhen watched ng Chuan’s astonishing transformation, her apricot eyes narrowing into fine lines.

"Brother ng, be careful!"

Xu Qingfeng’s words hadn’t yet fallen, but his Eight Trigrams Palm moved like a dragon probing with its claws, the palm wind sweeping across ng Chuan’s chest, leaving three white marks there.

ng Chuan crossed his arms to block, swiftly retaliating with Baji Fist, causing the air to hum incessantly.

Xu Qingfeng’s wrist turned lightly to block, his palm technique flowing like the Eight Trigrams water, bypassing the iron gate-like defense straight towards the vital point between the ribs!

ng Chuan instantly maxed out his Armored Skill, the muscles in his waist and abdon swelling, forcefully neutralizing the piercing palm force.

Then his right foot stomped hard on the ground, the ring echoed with a muffled roar, and his whole form shot out like an arrow.

His combat experience was extrely rich; in such a situation, attacking closely was a must!

Seeing ng Chuan’s fierce approach, Xu Qingfeng’s robe fluttered as he stepped on the Eight Trigrams heaven and earth, the violent fist strength grazed past his temples, exploding into golden lotuses in the fire ring behind.

The two simultaneously stepped on the Cloud-Ascending Ladder, their figures rging in mid-air, the fist strength and palm wind whipping up waves of air.

Xu Qingfeng’s palms rotated like grinding, the dense palm shadows in mid-air forming a visible Eight Trigrams cyclone.

In an instant, a sharp light flashed in ng Chuan’s eyes, his left arm bracing to disperse the cyclone, his right elbow launching like a cannonball directly towards Xu Qingfeng’s spiritual platform!

The killing intent was wrapped in the elbow!