With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal Chapter 218 - 204: Integrating Killer Move! Destruction and

Martial arts exams are more brutal than academic exams; there’s no chance to cram or gamble on the exam day.

If you’re weak, you’re weak. Hoping to suddenly explode is futile because your asly Qi blood will cap your limit.

ntioning this, everyone fell silent, the atmosphere slightly gloomy.

Even geniuses like Xu Qingfeng and ng Jiaolong have their own worries.

The martial arts and Qi blood are flourishing, making it increasingly difficult to enter such prestigious grandmaster classes at Martial Arts University.

Too many geniuses, too few seats.

Xu Qingfeng sighed:

"Among us, only Brother ng can surely enter the grandmaster class.

Going to compete in early July, returning at the end of the month for exams—just thinking about it is utterly thrilling."

ng Chuan waved his hand.

He was a bit worried; what if he gets too carried away during the competition, injuring himself and affecting the martial arts exams.

The group analyzed for him, ng Chuan tends to lose his mind when he’s having too much fun in a fight, which is indeed a concern.

Zheng Zhenzhen finished off a lobster claw. With her strong backing, she naturally didn’t share the group’s worries.

"It’s definitely a risk, but if you reach the ninth level, then all will be fine. You could even take the exam in a wheelchair and still crush other candidates."

"You’re that confident in ?"

"Of course, you’re ng Chuan!"

Zheng Zhenzhen’s hair buns bobbed slightly as she smiled warmly.

ng Chuan said calmly:

"I’ve already reached the ninth level."

"..."

"Show off!"

Everyone cursed in unison.

Wang Yue felt miserable, even wanting to die.

This isn’t just envying a brother driving a Range Rover, but rather watching him shoot up like a rocket.

anwhile, Wang Yue was stuck at the second level of Qi blood, hoping to reach the third level this year and at least get into a second-tier martial arts university next year.

Even Yong’an Martial Arts University had increasingly higher requirents, and he wasn’t confident he could get in.

Unless his dad was willing to use his finances for him, but Principal Yin’s appetite in Yong’an was notoriously big...

Seeing his good friend’s distress, ng Chuan didn’t have much to offer.

At the second level of Qi blood, he really had nothing to teach; it’s just about following the boxing manual and building Qi blood.

Every once in a while, he urged Wang Yue.

But laziness is a kind of illness, only self-dication can help.

Zheng Zhenzhen sincerely congratulated ng Chuan while also worrying for her brother.

Since she t ng Chuan, he’s been invincible among peers, able to fight those of higher levels effortlessly.

Though the difference in Qi blood between levels is significant, Zheng Chengcheng hadn’t broken through for long.

His Qi blood was still accumulating, yet nowhere near the massive near five hundred required.

"I hope the two won’t et at Taihang...it’s annoying for either to lose."

But the likelihood was small unless ng Chuan continued to forgo his seed player status.

Seed players can skip several early rounds, saving ti and effort.

From her understanding of ng Chuan, as long as the difference wasn’t huge, even without the seed status, he’d fight to the end...

"Seems you’re destined to reach Shanghai; brother, I’ll preemptively wish you first place!"

With that, Xu Qingfeng lancholically downed a bottle of juice.

From his equal standing at Xiang King’s Tomb, now he was comprehensively crushed by ng Chuan.

Xu Qingfeng worked hard too, yet sotis the harder he worked, the more desperate he felt.

Zong Ping joined in on the drink before saying:

"Brother Chuan, your speed is terrifying. If you tell you’ve beco a martial arts family mber in a few days, I wouldn’t be surprised."

ng Chuan laughed:

"No worries, I’ll tell you ahead of ti, it won’t happen this year, but let’s aim for within next year."

Upon hearing this, everyone exclaid:

"Monster!"

...

Martial artists indeed have a strong ability to eat; soon enough, the table was close to empty.

Finally, after wishing ng Chuan to soon beco part of a martial arts family, the birthday gathering ended.

Seeing the group off, ng Chuan took a deep breath to calm down.

Luckily, his biggest worry hadn’t happened; the two won didn’t clash at the dinner table.

He had been overly worried, overthinking.

Both were top-notch elites, and wouldn’t act out foolishly in front of family and friends.

But what ng Chuan didn’t know was that once they left with the others, they found a nearby place to duel.

ng Jiaolong looked down from above at Little Potato.

"You even bought a cake?"

...

Before dispersing, everyone helped move the dishes to the kitchen.

Xue Na was washing the dishes, not letting ng Chuan intervene.

She turned back with a teasing smile:

"By the way, Chuan, I feel those two girls look at you differently, which one do you like?"

Both girls were extrely talented, with impressive backgrounds, perfectly matched for ng Chuan in Xue Na’s mind.

"Auntie, don’t worry about it. I’m off to practice boxing!"

ng Chuan covered his face and fled.

He never thought about such things, just wanting to practice martial arts well and let emotions happen naturally.

Afternoon.

United University Preparatory High School Martial Arts Dojo.

As his Qi blood progressed, the original silicon tal stake’s strength was no longer suitable.

"Sorry for the trouble, Teacher, please double the hardness for ."

"Progressed again? Impressive."

The dojo administrator, upon hearing this, adjusted it for ng Chuan.

"I’ve adjusted it to the maximum, so take it easy. If it breaks... we’ll have to pay."

"Understood."

After making adjustnts, ng Chuan attempted a set of Five Elents Qiankun Fist.

"Not bad. With the current hardness, it’s definitely enough for to use up to the Nine Gates limit."

At the sa ti.

After finishing his class, "Gold dal Lecturer" Lu Zhuxiao ca to the Martial Arts Dojo looking for ng Chuan.

Seeing him practicing, he didn’t interrupt and quietly watched from the side.

ng Chuan adjusted his breathing and continued practicing.

In the instant of his punch, he seed like a furnace, the montum of the fierce fire surging like a tide, engulfing the entire silicon-golden stake.

Lu Zhuxiao saw a dragon claw erge fiercely from the intense flas, striking hard onto the silicon-golden stake.

With a "tearing" sound, the tal exploded, ng Chuan’s five fingers left deep marks on it.

Within the five inward claw marks, faint black smoke was rising, and upon closer inspection, one could see the intense scorching marks.

Lu Zhuxiao’s expression was solemn. Wasn’t this his own technique "Cyan Dragon’s Claw," the move from the Eight Trigrams Palm?

How was it possible that the Five Elents Qiankun Fist could also perform this?

"Master Lu, how is my move ’Fire Dragon’s Claw’? Are there any areas that need improvent?"

ng Chuan asked for advice upon seeing Lu Zhuxiao approaching.

"Not bad, you’ve captured the essence. Wait a minute, hmm... Have you reached the ninth gate?"

As Lu Zhuxiao got closer, he noticed that ng Chuan’s qi and blood were astonishingly intense, far surpassing the level of the eighth gate.

"Yes, I briefly gained enlightennt again this morning. During the breakthrough of the Thunder Scatterhand, my qi and blood simultaneously improved."

ng Chuan had already tested his qi and blood earlier.

After the breakthrough, his qi and blood were at 277.1, exceeding the standard of 256 by a good margin.

Lu Zhuxiao shook his head with a wry smile, having grown accustod to it.

Another mont of enlightennt! This kid is truly extraordinary, he didn’t even know what to say anymore.

"Co on, I’ll feed you so moves for a while. Then I’ll go to class and you can practice the stakes by yourself."

"Thank you, Master Lu. Please show ’Yaksha Sea Exploration’ a few more tis so I can learn."

The power of the Dragon’s Claw learned from Teacher Lu was astonishing and had already beco one of his martial arts trump cards.

ng Chuan still wanted to deepen his impression of other moves, fully integrating them into his own boxing style.

By the ti the Supernova Competition arrives, combined with his combat skills’ special traits, he believes anyone who stands in his way will be vanquished!

"No problem."

Yaksha Sea Exploration is the finishing move of Qi Family Boxing.

The hand moves like an overturning river, entwining the opponent’s arm, getting in close, with the upper arm locking the opponent’s arm, the forearm pressing against the side of their neck, then the waist drives the whole body to exert force downward, crushing their shoulder and neck.

The move is vicious—once triggered, it cripples enemies if not kills them.

ng Chuan tried it a few tis, and was able to perform it completely.

However, integrating it fully into his boxing montum still had a ways to go.

In the morning, due to the state of enlightennt, the integration went so smoothly.

His current grasp of related boxing theories was still lacking, but there was no rush. Progress can be gradual.

ng Chuan was practicing enthusiastically when he heard a soft voice behind him, greeting:

"Hi, Junior Brother, could you give a hand later?"

Turning his head, he noticed the tightly fitted purple yoga pants catching his eye.

ng Chuan’s gaze moved up, seeing those distinctive wolven eyes, realizing it was Luo ng’s student, Chen Jingyi.

"Sure, Sister Chen, it would be impolite to refuse."

...

That night.

Huayun Prefecture Building A, Room 003.

Luo Guanyun stood with his arms crossed, waiting for his disciple in the Martial Arts Chamber.

The door lock made a soft knock, and he exhaled through his nose, slowly spreading an inexplicable heavy aura throughout the room.

When ng Chuan entered, he found himself struggling to move due to this invisible pressure.

At the sa ti, a scene of desolation after a thunderstorm flashed in his mind.

This was the "Qi" among the Three Blossoms of Essence, Qi, and Spirit, representing martial arts will and montum, containing both the innate valor of boiling blood and the decisive slaughter honed from worldly tempering.

Luo Guanyun rely slightly stimulated it, yet the montum echoed and filled the entire room like a mountain and sea roaring.

Being a Grandmaster, his "Qi" had already reached its limit, this was just a small feat.

Wanting to attempt progressing to the realm of a Venerable, one aspect was to use montum as a bridge to cross to the other side, reaching the state of Celestial and Human Unity.

If taking the Primordial Spirit Thunder Planting Skill as an example, it ans using mortal martial arts to rob the powers of heavenly tribulation!

Regrettably, achieving it in this life is exceedingly challenging for him.

In his spiritual platform, the Thunder Seed and the grievance collective remain an unstable ticking bomb.

Even switching to other cultivation techniques is influenced by it, rendering further progress impossible.

Seeing his disciple arriving, Luo Guanyun refocused his mind.

Standing there with his hands behind his back, he concentrated his aura and pressed it towards ng Chuan again, speaking calmly:

"Give your all with your hard skills, and try to counteract."

ng Chuan’s eyes sharpened, and he said in a deep voice:

"Alright."

With that, ng Chuan’s presence suddenly expanded, its proportion small, but like a young tiger revealing its first fangs.

His all-out stimulation of his physical overdrive and the white mist was easily blown away by Master Luo’s montum.

Luo Guanyun felt ng Chuan’s power, a different expression passing over his face.

"Good, reached the ninth gate? Solid progress!"

He didn’t expect ng Chuan to advance so quickly, truly worthy to be his direct disciple.

Click.

Luo Guanyun extended a hand, his force between the push of his palms beca heavier by a few degrees.

The pressure around ng Chuan surged, the entwined muscles making a "creaking" sound as if pressed.

It was as if there were so invisible substance in the air twisting him flat or round.

anwhile, his lower body faced equally daunting conditions.

The kneecaps, bearing unbearable weight, emitted a grinding noise that made one’s teeth ache.

ng Chuan’s throat moved, yet it seed like the air was being compressed into liquid rcury, each breath felt like swallowing razors.

Pressure reaching its limit leads either to destruction or rebirth.