With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal Chapter 151 - 140 Wake Up, Hermaphrodite! (3k)

It’s a pity that the principal said it too late. Looking at ng Chuan on the stage, Lu Zhuxiao silently wished him well...

"Bone-Crushing Hand... Within a hundred moves, I’ll overpower you."

The [Bone-Crushing Hand] originated in the Ming dynasty during the Jiajing Emperor’s reign. At that ti, the commander of the Imperial guards, when exiled to Dunhuang, comprehended its rudintary form by the frescoes of the Mogao Grottoes, based on the [Qi ridian Interception Technique].

Later, in the Qing dynasty during the Qianlong Emperor’s reign, its practitioner Su Beichan discovered a fatal flaw hidden within it. As practiced to advanced levels, the tendons in the hand would beco tangled and knotted along with the cultivation progress.

Finally, Su Beichan spent more than 20 years incorporating the Ei Nine-Yin Claw Technique from atop the Golden Summit, perfecting it and passing it down to the present, becoming known as a master of the Bone-Crushing Hand.

"That little bastard better hold back, don’t force to break him..."

Compared to the principal’s advice, Lin Yue’s personality, no matter how defiant, must be suppressed!

...

On the platform.

"Brother ng, be careful~"

Lin Yue chuckled lightly, but his moves were extrely vicious.

His slender figure cut through the air with a cold gleam, driving the Eight Steps to Catching a Cicada to the extre. After leaving scattered afterimages in place, he instantly appeared above ng Chuan’s face!

The sharpness at the heart of his fist was chilling at sight, with invisible Sword Qi flickering, aiming straight at ng Chuan’s vital points!

"Ding! Ding! Ding!"

ng Chuan reacted swiftly, stepping into a bow stance, crossing his arms in an X-lock, colliding his iron arms with the Sword Qi, sparking intensely.

"This sissy really hits viciously!"

He was unaware that Lin Yue was rootless, rely attributing it to his eccentric personality.

Before ng Chuan could make his next move, Lin Yue suddenly exerted force at the wrist, pulling a yellow afterimage with the Bone-Crushing Hand cunningly clawing at his elbow joint.

ng Chuan’s reaction was not slow at all. Relying on his strength, he flipped his wrist violently to shake it off, exploding a ring of turbulent airwaves on the platform.

Imdiately, he cald his Heart Spirit, twisted his waist core to exert force, and with the support of the Doma Iron Leg, he swept across like a solid axe chopping down a mountain!

At this ti, Lin Yue had anticipated this early on, his figure drifting back like light smoke, as he retreated, suddenly flicking his wrist, projecting nine silver beams!

This was the —— Xingyi tal [Sleeve Blade]!

ng Chuan grunted, his armored body inflated to the fullest extent, and the sharp force of the hand blade collided with his arm, emitting sounds like bell chis.

"Damn, truly amazing!"

The crowd below the stage said, though they cursed, Lin Yue’s strength was still evident to all.

At this mont, the audience below the platform held their breaths, watching the battle above, not daring to breathe heavily.

ng Chuan did not expect his opponent to have this move. The first strike wasn’t blocked in ti, and a scratch had already appeared.

As he retreated violently, he secretly circulated his inner energy to stop the bleeding.

Zong Ping and ng Jiaolong, seeing this scene, couldn’t help but worry for ng Chuan.

"Brother Chuan, be careful!"

He waved backward saying:

"No problem."

After ng Chuan’s stance stabilized, the scratch had already stopped bleeding. He casually swung his arm, leaving only a white mark.

"Brother ng’s turtle shell is indeed solid, how about trying this?"

With the end of his words, Lin Yue’s mouth curled into a sinister smile, his figure suddenly transforming into a sharp sword darting in.

ng Chuan neither dodged nor shielded, close combat was also his specialty!

Amidst the flurry of fist shadows, the two collided dozens of tis in an evenly matched battle.

Suddenly!

The hidden force of the Bone-Crushing Hand finally revealed itself, the fingertips no longer emitting an invisible force, but a sinister green poisonous glow!

ng Chuan’s cold sweat poured out, the speed of this yin-yang person was too quick!

"Puchi!"

The claw strike punctured through the Iron Cloth Shirt in an instant, ng Chuan’s pupils contracted sharply.

The snake-like force, though not breaking the skin, felt like a thousand red-hot steel needles piercing into the bone marrow.

All of ng Chuan’s muscles bulged violently, the pain shooting straight to his brain, but his endurance far exceeded an ordinary person’s imagination.

While he braced himself, he suddenly exerted force from his foot, the platform sinking slightly with his movent!

Imdiately, his right fist, filled with fierce killing intent, smashed down violently!

The air distorted along the path of the fist, as Lin Yue, imrsed in the pleasure of inflicting pain on his opponent, reacted.

Facing this unstoppable mighty punch, he urgently circulated his Qi Blood, hastily crossing his arms to block. With a muffled collision, it produced bone-cracking sounds that made one’s teeth ache.

Lin Yue’s combat awareness was equally strong. Noticing the power gap at the first mont, his hands vibrated with Transford Strength as he swayed back to dissipate the force.

But ng Chuan was evidently not about to miss this opportunity, following through directly, his robust figure being unstoppable!

The sound of breaking wind resounded across the platform, the afterimages of the Eight Steps to Catching a Cicada being torn apart by the ensuing punch wind. Lin Yue’s entire body was knocked backward, crashing toward the edge of the platform rope.

However, in mid-air, Lin Yue suddenly twisted his body weirdly, raising his head and reaching out backhanded like a poisonous dragon clutching ng Chuan’s right leg!

——Tear!

Lin Yue’s Bone-Crushing Hand, with five fingers like hooks, forcibly tore out five blood streaks on ng Chuan’s calf, covered by the Doma Iron Leg!

ng Chuan grunted directly with a muffled groan, then, without thinking, his big hand enveloped down, grabbing Lin Yue’s shoulder intending to exert force.

Lin Yue, like a slippery loach, circled to ng Chuan’s back, his five claws slashing down once more like knives!

His Heart Spirit was highly focused, dodging sideways in the flash, to avoid this extrely powerful claw strike.

On the solid platform built with high technology, five deep claw marks were gouged out.

At that mont, Lin Yue turned back, his eyes increasingly blood-red:

"Now, if you kneel and beg for rcy, I might consider sparing you."

With a complexion like deep water, ng Chuan’s figure stood like a spear piercing the sky.

"Yin-yang person, the one who should kneel is you."

The crowd below roared, their hearts jumping to their throats, no one had ever dared to call Lin Yue a yin-yang person!

"Damn, truly impressive, to dare to say that?"

A classmate of ng Jiaolong turned to her and said:

"Handso, brother, Jiaolong will you kiss or not, if not, I’ll go!"

"Not really, aren’t you a guy?"

Soone hesitated to say:

"Is there a possibility that he doesn’t know, Lin Yue’s twisted traits..."

"Who the hell cares, just fight it out!"

Hundreds of moves passed, and the two were fully engaged in intense combat.

"I want you dead!"

Lin Yue’s tone was no longer teasing, as ng Chuan’s words had thoroughly pierced his heart.

He scread madly, his figure frenzied like a lightning bolt, stabbing directly at ng Chuan’s chest and spirit platform.

"Madness!"

"As they say, when it doesn’t concern you, you stay out of it," the spectators below were completely riled up.

"Take pictures, we have a new hot topic for the forum!"

To the side, Lu Zhuxiao leapt into the air, his True Qi acting as invisible shackles to restrain Lin Yue.

"Hundred moves have passed, halt!"

Lin Yue still wouldn’t stop, charging like a mad dog to the left and right.

"This is not up to you!"

Lin Yue’s eyes glared at ng Chuan, as if bleeding, glowing deep crimson.

Lu Zhuxiao’s True Qi shackles tightened fiercely, locking him firmly to the ground, unable to move an inch.

Seeing this scene, ng Chuan spoke in a deep voice:

"Senior, please release him."

Stop just because you’ve taken advantage? This yin-yang person scratched , if I don’t beat him to a pulp, I won’t find peace!

Lu Zhuxiao raised an eyebrow.

"Are you sure?"

As the second greatest limit holder, nothing should happen to them with him around, but the extent of injuries was uncertain.

ng Chuan’s body emitted the crackling sound of bones and sinews, with beads of blood seeping from leg wounds, evaporating into a thin red mist over the skin.

"Co on, mad dog."

"Seeking death!"

Freed from the restraints, Lin Yue transford into a shadow charging forth, his sleeve blades and Heart-Punching Sword intertwined into death traps, killing intent lurked everywhere!

ng Chuan, unperturbed, stomped his iron leg onto the arena.

The shockwave from the stomping extended, suddenly causing Eight Steps to Catching a Cicada’s phantom to stall for half a beat.

He seized this fleeting instant, his iron arm intercepting Lin Yue’s true figure.

Then, the tip of his elbow wrapped in fierce wind collided with Lin Yue’s vital points!

However, Lin Yue grinned nastily, his hand like a bone-stripping steel whip swiftly wrapping around ng Chuan’s attacking arm.

Bone-Crushing Hand—[Golden Twisting Turn]!

His fingers like hooks, reaching for ng Chuan’s wrist.

At this mont, a sensation akin to slicing through old cowhide ca, leaving only shallow white marks.

This was the deep outer mbrane refined by ng Chuan’s cultivation technique, already protecting his vital points.

As ti went on, ng Chuan’s moves beca smoother and more fluid.

He tid it right, locking Lin Yue’s wrist and pulling down, his knee striking like a cannon against Lin Yue’s abdon.

Lin Yue relied on his eight barriers of Qi Blood to forcibly halt his roiling internal organs.

ng Chuan’s [Bone Penetration] technique made Lin Yue’s breathing begin to falter.

His figure retreated violently, but unfortunately, ng Chuan’s offense showed no sign of weakening, with Eight Extres killer moves exploding like rolling thunder!

The first strike shattering the Heart-Punching Sword’s Qi, the second strike breaking the retreat route of Catching a Cicada, the third strike crashing the castle with Long Fist, fiercely scattering Lin Yue’s protective Qi Blood!

"You should wake up, yin-yang person."

ng Chuan clamped one hand around Lin Yue’s neck, lifting him slowly above his head, Four Gates Hard Skills pushed to the extre, his body humming like an engine nonstop.

The crowd below was dead silent, ng Chuan standing on the stage like a demon god.

Lin Yue was like defeated weeds, his frantically kicking leg shadows hitting ng Chuan’s waist and abdon, only producing muffled drum-like thudding sounds.

"It’s over."

To the astonishnt of the audience below, ng Chuan swung the Lin Yue held in his hand in a wide arc.

Brutality pressed down!

Boom!!!

As the air wave dissipated on the stage, only ng Chuan stood towering like an iron tower.

"Yin-yang person."

Unfortunately, Lin Yue could no longer respond to him, only the one standing on the stage at the end had the right to speak!

Lu Zhuxiao walked up, picking up the limp Lin Yue like mud.

He looked at ng Chuan with a complex expression:

"Xiaong, being too fierce is not good, going too far is excessive."

Though he very much hoped soone would properly educate Lin Yue, ng Chuan’s brutal ferocity still opened his eyes wide.

ng Chuan smiled and said:

"Senior, I reflect on myself."

Lu Zhuxiao gave him another look, imprinting him in his mind, then turned and left.

Lin Yue’s injuries were too severe, he must be taken swiftly to the school hospital to find dical martial artists for treatnt, to prevent leaving permanent damage.

The audience below, their gazes carried a hint of fear, as ng Chuan’s final swinging image was truly terrifying.

ng Jiaolong didn’t care about this, ng Chuan avenged her and she was extrely excited.

"So fierce, damn!"

However, soone hesitated and said:

"Zong Ping, your buddy is a bit ruthless..."

"What’s ruthless about it? Lin Yue’s arrogance has been rampant, a little lesson is good!"

So students had been tornted by Lin Yue several tis, seeing him like a dead dog, their hearts were deeply gratified.

Beside them, a senior who had stayed back a year sighed:

"Ah, indeed talent erges generation after generation, Lin Yue was already so twisted, yet there are still those stronger than him."