With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal Chapter 199 - 188: Opening Battle, Luo Yin’s Conversation (3

As ng Jiaolong approached, ng Chuan felt an "enormous" sense of pressure.

Seeing the other party’s unfriendly face, he withdrew his gaze and continued to stand firm.

No worries, just practice well yourself.

Perhaps unintentionally, one by one, he will eventually surpass the old acquaintances.

ng Chuan had confidence in this.

Suddenly thinking of sothing, his face turned sowhat strange.

He secretly thought to himself:

"If that Chen Jingyi is Luo ng’s disciple, wouldn’t that make her martial uncle..."

To prevent him from peeking, ng Jiaolong started telling him about the nine-stage experts in this competition again.

Telling him for a long ti, he almost got bored listening to it.

ng Chuan was curious, not knowing what ng Jiaolong was thinking. He himself was at the seventh stage, spending all day researching those nine-stage experts for what...

The night before, he had already studied the tactics of these people.

About five or six of them were old-tirs who reached the nine-stage long ago, with Qi Blood almost twice his own.

ng Chuan decided to first avoid these people’s sharpness.

Even if Venerable Yin wasn’t watching him use the [Rainbow Light Transformation], it would probably be difficult to win.

For the rest of the nine-stage experts, it mainly depends on his performance on the spot.

However, he had previous experience from a life-and-death battle with the fourth-ti ascendant from the Demon Summoning Hall.

Comprehensive analysis showed that he had hopes of advancing to the top ten.

The second stage couldn’t start imdiately, there was still ti to develop and overtake later.

...

"Let’s go, ng Chuan, it’s ti to get on stage!"

The people of the advanced preparatory group interrupted ng Chuan’s practice, calling out loudly.

"Okay, coming."

ng Chuan stopped his stance and stood still, exhaling a white mist like a sword from his mouth.

Then, following the figures of the group, they walked outside.

Standing backstage in the competition preparation area, ng Chuan looked around.

In the entire Martial Arts Competition Center, the Martial Artist Area had a total of ten arenas, which could simultaneously support ten groups of participants in battle.

"It seems that the end will co quickly today, I can return early to practice."

He had specifically asked Brother Gang to help him arrange so extra training that evening.

Iron Cloth Shirt was about to reach Perfection, those few might still be unbeatable, but with the perfection-level Iron Cloth Shirt, entering the top ten should be a sure thing.

Coming back to his senses, he heard the host’s voice, not using a microphone yet still full of energy.

It was no wonder, being a national-level preliminary round, the host was specially hired from a limited Martial Arts Family.

"After prolonged preparation, the much-anticipated national Martial Arts Supernova Contest officially ets everyone!

Starting from today, the first stage is launched. Will the old powerhouse students continue to shine, or will strong newcors erge as dark horses?

We don’t have the answers, but in this newly constructed Martial Arts Competition Center, dear audience friends, you are the first guests.

Today, let us witness the birth of new legends together! Let’s welco the contestants onto the stage!"

The Martial Arts Family’s high-spirited voice instantly ignited the enthusiasm of the whole audience.

Ninety thousand people filled every seat, with spectators from all over the land of San Qin erupting into unprecedented applause and shouts.

ng Jiaolong followed behind ng Chuan as they entered the stage, even his toes were trembling a bit.

Listening to the roars outside, she couldn’t help but mutter to herself.

"Should’ve known better than to co, embarrassing myself in front of so many people..."

ng Chuan sensed ng Jiaolong’s nervousness and gripped her wrist tightly.

"Don’t overthink, if anyone hits you hard, I’ll avenge you."

Feeling the warmth on her wrist, ng Jiaolong blushed slightly.

She whispered softly:

"Alright..."

"If you face an eight-stage, give it a go, but admit defeat quickly if it’s a nine-stage."

"Got it... I’m not stupid."

Everyone stood on stage, and the host picked out the popular nine-stage contestants for introduction, one by one.

Finally, he loudly announced:

"Among the college students, there are also geniuses from the preparatory class.

Although they are young, each of them has outstanding skills!"

As soon as the words fell, a huge screen surrounding the venue suddenly displayed ng Chuan’s figure.

His na was prominently displayed at the top, just like the other popular contestants.

ng Chuan looked up at the big screen and found himself a bit confused.

He was only at the eighth stage, what was this about?

Only to hear the host booming with an incredibly vibrant voice:

"Let’s focus our gaze on this young man, ng Chuan! Although he’s young, his strength should not be underestimated, let’s see how he shines on the stage!"

Thunderous applause rang out again, and ng Chuan awkwardly waved his hand around.

In the audience stand, many were locals from Yong’an who recognized him and cheered:

"Look, it’s ng Chuan!"

"Invincible ng Chuan! Invincible Infinite Martial Arts Dojo!"

The huge [Infinite] Martial Arts logo on his chest also drew attention.

Lin Yue shrank amongst Yanhua’s group, gazing at the spirited figure on the screen.

"Xiaolin, was this your classmate at United University before?"

Lin Yue didn’t respond.

Yanhua’s nine-stage student laughed and said:

"Looks good, very spirited."

Hearing this, Lin Yue hung his head low, with a hint of resentnt on his face...

In Huayun Prefecture, Xue Na was picking vegetables in the kitchen when she heard ng Yongzhi yelling from the living room.

"Co quick! Chuan is on TV!"

Ping’an Middle School Auditorium.

The entire faculty and students were gathered there, watching the live broadcast of the Supernova Contest.

Seeing ng Chuan’s figure appear on the big screen, imnse cheers erupted instantly.

"Go Brother Chuan!"

"Brother Chuan will definitely win!"

Principal Zong stood at the brand-new podium, his eyes slightly moist, leading the applause.

In an instant, applause surged through the auditorium, lingering for a long ti.

ng Chuan was the pride of everyone at Ping’an Middle School.

At the judge’s seat near the stage, Luo Guanyun also stood up, applauding vigorously.

A knowing smile appeared on his face.

As for adding this segnt for ng Chuan at the opening ceremony, it was naturally his handiwork.

After all, having power and not using it is like not having power at all...

"Quite the public figure path you’re taking, Old ng?"

Xu Qingfeng poked ng Chuan in the ribs.

"Matching is about to start, you’d better pray you don’t run into ..."

"Wrong."

The host reintroduced the judges, and after the applause subsided, the big screen started to draw matchups.

As the results ca out, ng Chuan was assigned to the sixth ring.

A peculiar expression appeared on his face:

"The sixth again, quite uncanny..."

Xu Qingfeng, seeing himself in the eighth ring, breathed a sigh of relief.

Having fought ng Chuan nurous tis, to be honest, he’d rather fight nine rounds than face this "stamina monster."

ng Jiaolong was at ring number one, and Fu Long and others didn’t run into ng Chuan either.

Everyone then moved to their assigned rings for the specific matchup draws.

Due to the large number of contestants, only moving from 200 to 100 spots today.

ng Chuan drew the opponent numbered 109, in the third set of duels.

Upon seeing his opponent hail from Yong’an Martial Arts University, ng Chuan inwardly remarked it was stable.

For a graduate of Yong’an Martial Arts University, reaching the seventh round was considered an outstanding alumnus...

To the side, Number 109’s face looked rather troubled, with extrely complicated emotions.

Having heard that his opponent’s strikes were quite harsh, he was even contemplating surrendering without a fight.

But the principal was supervising from the side...

"Oh well, might as well lose gracefully."

In the first match of ring six, a nine-round master made his move.

The man was burly, wielding a wide heavy sword like a door panel.

The big screen introduced him as an expert in the Whale Form.

Whale Form was a niche school within Elephant Form, rarely practiced by many, so ng Chuan studied it carefully.

After a re dozen moves, his eight-round opponent was unable to resist and was smashed off the ring by the sword’s whale-like force.

In urgent monts when the victor couldn’t hold back their strength, professional referees at the second highest limit used True Qi to bind the winner, halting their attack.

So there’s no need to worry about severe injuries; minor injuries can easily be treated with current dical standards, so one can go all out.

The burly man’s montum was impressive, ng Chuan nodded silently.

The opponent’s strength was formidable, and the explosive power of Whale Form Fist Skill wasn’t bad either.

But he felt it wasn’t as strong as the people from the Demon Summoning Hall that night.

He could win against this guy, even if it took a bit more effort.

After watching other matches for a while, before long, it was his turn to take the stage.

On the sixth ring.

The face of Number 109 standing across looked not too good, ng Chuan smiled slightly and cupped his hands:

"Let’s keep it to the point."

The man felt relieved and took his stance:

"The finger-tigers are sharp, be careful not to get injured, please enlighten ... Brother ng!"

ng Chuan made a gesture of inviting the other to make a move.

The next mont, the opponent charged forward like a rampaging rhinoceros, fists eting above his head to strike.

ng Chuan extended one hand, moving it like stirring water in a vat, guiding the opponent to exert force into thin air.

Old Yin was watching from the side, so ng Chuan needed to fight a little longer to give face to his opponent.

In an instant, the opponent fell into ng Chuan’s soft force trap.

Pushing forward like hitting a copper wall, not moving it even a bit.

Trying to break out to the sides, he unconsciously returned to circling back to the original spot.

When he realized and wanted to dodge back, a large hand unknowingly appeared on his back, pinning him so he couldn’t move an inch.

This martial artist was also quite skilled in the seventh round, not far from earlier ng Jiaolong.

But in the hands of current ng Chuan, he was like a monkey in the Tathagata’s palm, circling around but unable to escape.

ng Chuan’s movents were unhurried, secretly counting ti in his head.

As two minutes passed, he flicked his wrist and "snap" grabbed hold of the opponent’s collar.

Then he twisted his waist, and Number 109 was thrown off the ring.

It could be said that once he exerted force, the opponent had no ability to resist.

Not a disgraceful loss, the man stood up, cupping his fists:

"It’s better to see once than hear a hundred tis; Brother ng, you’re indeed incredible, I’m convinced!"

No choice but to admit, the opponent was four or five years younger, yet fighting him was like fighting a three-year-old...

Before leaving, he glanced at the judge’s seat, seeing Principal Yin chatting normally with soone next to him, then left relieved.

He believed Principal Yin wouldn’t bla him, as he was already one of Yong’an Martial Arts University’s top students.

But with hard ability in front, losing was just losing.

At the judge’s seat, Principal Yin felt quite content, this kid was quite tactful.

He turned his head to Luo Guanyun beside him:

"Xiaoluo, your direct disciple is remarkable; likely he’ll achieve great things in the future."

Luo Guanyun acted nonchalant, waving his hand:

"Venerable Yin is too kind; he’s just so-so, nothing special."

"Haha, no need to be modest. I chatted with ng Chuan before on Xiang Wang Mountain, and I see this kid’s got sothing interesting about him."

Hearing this, Luo Guanyun perked up.

He didn’t have the special trait on him, but Venerable was knowledgeable, maybe he could indeed recognize ng Chuan’s trait.