With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal Chapter 206 - 192: Spleen Earth Slaying Monkey, Breaking the

Finally, after the piercing sound of tal clashing.

Tian Kang’s montum shattered completely, the thunderous "giant ape" around him was pinned down by ng Chuan’s heavy fist onto the arena surface.

The Earth Qi circling around Tian Kang reversed in an instant, flying towards the center of ng Chuan’s fist.

The fist edge, as black as ink, entwined with a deep yellow stream, was as pure and noble as black gold.

Spleen Earth—Mountain-Breaking Earth-Shaking Fist!

The heavy fist suddenly poured down, and countless deep yellow streams followed swiftly.

Tian Kang was on his back, the thunder rings around him tightened, tighter and tighter!

Until they were retracted inside his body, a faint blue glow surfaced on his entire body, making him look like an ancient thunder ape reborn.

Roar!

The two fists collided, and amidst the blinding lightning, both were sent flying back; blood seeped from Tian Kang’s seven orifices, and ng Chuan’s chest was charred black.

Tian Kang wiped the blood foam from his mouth, and suddenly let out a long howl to the sky, pale blue fur crazily sprouting from his body surface, causing a shocking transformation in an instant.

The ultimate secret of the Ancient Thunder Ape Fist Technique, "Little Thunder Ape Appearance thod"!

When the dust settled, ng Chuan’s gaze was firm. Around him, a faint yellow mysterious light grew with the wind, the pulsating Earth Qi gathered and scattered around his arms, transforming into countless dazzling golden lights, diving down from the sky to et the thundering swamp on the stage.

Boom——!

The chaotic airflow rampaged across the arena, eventually converging into a towering shockwave blasting upwards.

As the dust settled in a scene of devastation, ng Chuan stood with his fists supporting his knees, the martial arts uniform of the Infinite Martial Arts Dojo he wore was already torn into tattered strips by the strong wind.

Despite his disheveled appearance, he wasn’t seriously injured.

On the other side, Tian Kang was frozen in his punching pose, his body seed charred, occasionally sparking.

In the audience, ng Yongzhi and Xue Na watched with their hearts in their throats, not expecting the fight to beco so fierce.

This is martial arts, real and cruel.

The entire venue was silent, neither of them had fallen, the winner was still unclear.

"I concede."

ng Chuan took two steps in three to reach Tian Kang’s side, Tian Kang’s lips moved, but it was unclear what he was saying.

Monts later, Tian Kang collapsed unconscious.

In an instant, as Tian Kang hit the ground, the stands erupted with astonishing cheers, and the shouts of congratulations for ng Chuan almost lifted the do!

anwhile, Xue Na had already broken into tears.

The cruelty of martial arts, she truly didn’t wish to see ng Chuan fighting to such an extent.

ng Yongzhi sat upright, with a firm gaze and a hint of tears.

He was proud of ng Chuan.

The referee raised ng Chuan’s hand high.

"The winner, ng Chuan!"

Then, he licked his lips and left without saying a word.

There was another crucial match in the afternoon, and what ng Chuan needed most now was to replenish his nutrition and strength.

As ng Chuan stepped down, Tian Kang was taken away by the on-site dical personnel for examination and treatnt.

Everyone in the venue was sowhat reluctant to leave, this was almost the most exciting close-combat fight since the beginning of the tournant.

Tian Kang seed like the fiercest beast in the world, and ng Chuan was the young and valiant gladiator.

No one expected Tian Kang, who held all advantages, to be defeated by ng Chuan.

In the judges’ seat, Luo Guanyun stood up and gave a review of the match.

In his words, he generously praised his disciple, and the entire audience nodded frequently in agreent.

ng Chuan, with the body of eight passes, defeated the thunderous giant beast; it’s well-deserved!

anwhile.

Yang Huan sat in a box on the stands, quite satisfied with ng Chuan’s performance.

After this match, he changed his previous opinion.

Special situations require special handling, who says the Grandmaster Class can’t admit soone without an exam?

Let’s start breaking that useless rule from the Yong’an Campus!

...

The tournant continued, just after ng Chuan stepped down, the ensuing match equally ignited the atmosphere.

Those who remained were all top martial arts students from the San Qin land.

Various ancient martial arts secret techniques appeared one after another, the matches were superb and thrilling.

The opponent of Zheng Zhenzhen’s brother, Zheng Chengcheng, was a prodigy from last year’s Grandmaster Class of Northern United University.

Jing Huan had perfected the "Six Harmonies Tyrant Fist," with Qi Blood reaching over four hundred points, not far from becoming a martial arts family mber, and was a seed player for United University.

Yet after a hundred moves, he lost to the Dragon Form Boxing of the "Buddha’s Will to Cross the Dragon."

Zheng Chengcheng wielded a three-foot Qingfeng sword, dancing as if a real dragon incarnate, easily taking down the so-called United University seed.

The whole venue was shocked beyond words; if described in four words, it was a dinsional attack!

Restricted by the tournant rules, Zheng Chengcheng couldn’t personally challenge ng Chuan to show him a broader world.

But he was confident, after today’s performance, ng Chuan should understand sothing.

Choosing Yanhua is his best option!

"Xiaong, have you thought it through? We at Yanhua have Xingyi Divine Skills that are no lesser than the Dragon and Tiger Zen Skills."

Zheng Chengcheng rembered "his sister’s words," speaking quite cordially, willing to respect talents...

ng Chuan scratched his head, puzzled.

"Yanhua is indeed famous, but when did I consider it?"

"You..."

Zheng Chengcheng’s cultivation in patience was not enough, almost breaking his concentration in anger on the spot.

"Cough cough..."

Hearing coughing from behind, he turned his head, seeing Yang Huan approaching with a not-so-pleasant expression.

He quickly turned and left; poaching talents in front of soone is excessive.

"Is it really his grandmaster?"

Zheng Chengcheng was baffled, wondering if that kid wasn’t lying that day...

Yang Huan stood by and said:

"Is this little rascal trying to poach soone? ng Chuan, don’t listen to his nonsense. When it cos to the Way of Xingyi, no one dares to challenge United University."

ng Chuan nodded to show he understood and respectfully said:

"Principal Yang, you ca to watch the competition today too?"

Yang Huan replied:

"There’s nothing going on at school today, so I ca to see the final match.

Go and rest for now; there’s a crucial match this afternoon."

"Okay."

Yang Huan thought for a mont but did not ntion the exemption to ng Chuan.

It was not yet confird, and honestly, he felt that the exemption was irrelevant to ng Chuan.

At most, he’d spend a few days taking the martial arts exam. In this vast Northern Lands, how many peers could defeat him?

"Let’s wait for Master’s arrangents. The most important thing now is to ensure other schools don’t snatch this kid away."

...

The morning matches had all concluded.

There was a spearman who left a deep impression on ng Chuan, his whole body infused with the Xingyi tal cultivation technique, making the duel genuinely perilous.

"Not sure if he can break through my hard skills..."

It would be better not to encounter him. ng Chuan felt that this person’s strength was second only to Zheng Chengcheng and others, and possibly even more dangerous.

As for those who lost in the morning, they would be grouped with the afternoon’s losers from the 15-to-7 elimination round to compete for the remaining three spots in the losers’ group.

"Master, how will the fifteen people be matched this afternoon?"

"The committee said that one will have a bye and can choose any one of the seven winners to challenge again. The victor advances, and the loser falls into the losers’ group."

Luo Guanyun explained.

"That sounds great; I hope I can draw the bye."

ng Chuan mused that if he got the bye, he could choose the weakest competitor, the one who expended the most energy, and advance smoothly.

"It’s alright, Master believes you can advance on your own strength."

ng Chuan went to eat with his master and his uncle and aunt, who kept reminding him to prioritize safety, to which he smiled and agreed.

Fighting isn’t child’s play; injuries are inevitable, and he could only promise to do his best.

He had faced life and death crises more dangerous than this, with martial arts family mbers protecting the ring and his master watching from the audience, he just needed to give it his all.

He must avoid getting completely exhausted, considering Venerable Yin was also watching in the audience...

As he was thinking, his phone suddenly rang.

[ng Chuan, am I disturbing you?]

[No, I’m just about to have lunch. What’s up, Principal?]

It was Principal Zong calling.

[Nothing much, just wanted to cheer you on. Our school has been watching the competition these past few days, keep it up! Just win one more match this afternoon and you’ll advance!]

ng Chuan smiled lightly, feeling grateful for all the support Principal Zong gave him when he was weaker.

On the other end, Principal Zong said:

[Alright, go rest and prepare yourself to win this afternoon’s match.]

[Alright, I’ll win this one!]

[If you have ti after the martial arts exam, co back to school for a visit. The junior students all miss you.]

With that, Principal Zong hung up the phone.

...

During lunch, ng Chuan had so ti to browse his phone.

Yong’an Satellite TV had already made the Supernova competition a front-page special report.

Under the video, many netizens were hotly discussing the popular contestants of this competition.

Many netizens were cheering ng Chuan on. In this round of 30-to-15, aside from him, all the others were from the nine barriers.

Sympathy for the "underdog" is a human instinct, and everyone hoped ng Chuan could secure a spot in the second stage of the competition.

So even from other provinces, after being recomnded by people from Qin, joined the ranks of ng Chuan’s supporters.

The influence of this competition was indeed vast. If ng Chuan could step by step reach the championship, he would make a na for himself nationwide.

A mont later, Zheng Zhenzhen sent a ssage:

"My brother is acting up again, just ignore him."

ng Chuan nodded, not taking it to heart.

At the sa ti, his newly added "junior apprentice" Chen Jingyi also sent him a ssage:

"Junior brother, good luck! If you encounter senior sister, I’ll let you win."

She had also advanced without any suspense. ng Chuan observed that there were indeed not many who could beat her, perhaps only Zheng Chengcheng could claim a sure victory.

ng Chuan thought for a mont and replied:

"You too, good luck."

No need for letting soone win, losing ans lacking skills, nothing more to say about it.

...

After lunch, ng Chuan took a rest and returned to the competition venue.

At 1:30 in the afternoon, the host appeared on the spiraling stage.

Even before speaking, the entire audience was already electrified.

Up to now, every match had been incredibly thrilling. The winners would represent the San Qin lands in the Taihang to fight for the honor of the Northern Lands.

ng Chuan glanced around, spotting Wang Yue and Le Ping mixed in with the crowd, holding high an LED sign with his na on it.

At the sa ti, many strangers also held signs supporting him.

[Invincible Xiaong!]

[King of Iron Spear!]

Ugh, let’s skip the King of Iron Spear, no need for that.

After a simple warm-up, the host began the match draw.

As the number of competitors had further reduced, all stages were sealed off, leaving only the final stage.

Fifteen people, a total of eight matches would be held on this stage.