With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal Chapter 231 - 215: Red Blade! Iron Fist! Thousand Mountains

ng Chuan was speechless, he couldn’t very well say it was hidden inside...

"I’m using gauntlets, Brother Xu, you don’t have to worry about any steel spears."

Xu Nuo was also a man of few words; the two said nothing more, standing in place waiting.

A long ti passed without any action, and ng Chuan patiently waited a while longer.

At this mont, the Martial Arts Master referee stepped forward and said gravely:

"Contestant Xu Nuo, take out all the hidden weapons from your pockets and hand them over, or else you will be considered cheating."

"Despicable!"

ng Chuan felt relieved. Indeed, a top-notch referee, with eyes like a hawk.

"Contestant ng Chuan, take out whatever you have tucked in your waist as well. I rember your pre-match weapon registration was for gauntlets."

ng Chuan had no choice but to hand over the small black jade mace.

...

"Can your brother do it? Fighting barehanded against a weapon, is he a tiger or what..."

In the audience, ng Yiyi’s lab colleague was quite concerned.

"Don’t worry, my brother uses gauntlets, he’s fine."

Though she said this, ng Yiyi was more worried than anyone present.

The fight on stage was about to begin, and the audience’s voices quieted considerably.

But ng Yiyi could still hear many people nearby quietly discussing.

"This red knife is so sinister, is that kid facing him planning to take it barehanded?"

On the stage, Xu Nuo had already drawn his sword.

With a clang, a red blade, over twenty centiters longer than an ordinary horizontal blade, nearly a ter long, was held in his hand.

The blade surface was like the color of deep red blood plasma, clear as the purest ruby, with a dim blood groove, it was a weapon of extrely high quality to subdue demons, truly extraordinary.

The atmosphere intensified; although it hadn’t started yet, ng Chuan glanced around, noticing that the platform style was as usual.

On the bright red lacquered solid jade stone tiles, the two stood facing each other.

Xu Nuo’s heart was also uneasy. ng Chuan’s na had long reached the main campus of United University Fengtian, most critically because.

"He’s only eighteen, hasn’t even entered Martial Arts University yet..."

If the competition were delayed by another year, Xu Nuo estimated that he would definitely be the one to lose.

But now, Xu Nuo rotated the hilt, examining the Tang horizontal knife in his hand, silently saying:

"Xiaong, I should be considered your senior. Being able to stand here at eighteen is enough to be called a rare genius.

But encountering in this final round can only be said to be bad luck. Better to surrender and prepare for the revival match."

ng Chuan pursed his lips, saying nothing.

Xu Nuo, a student from the Northern United University’s Grandmaster Class, the first of the Elephant Form Sect’s wolf-form practitioners.

"Senior Brother Xu, your words are wrong; my fists are also not ineffective, please be careful, Senior Brother."

"Youthful vigor, if you think passing through nine stages makes you invincible, then today you must pay for your shortsightedness.

Since that’s the case, let give you a school entrance test on behalf of United University."

ng Chuan said nothing.

Blackness wound its way from his wrist to his fingertips, encasing the entire hand.

ng Chuan lightly tapped the floor tiles with his foot, feeling out their bearing capacity.

Upon hearing this, he raised his head and said:

"Senior Brother, don’t boast, be careful of choking."

As soon as he said those words, the referee stepped back two paces.

"I announce, the match begins!"

In the next mont, Xu Nuo held the Tang horizontal knife in one hand, the other hand probing low to the ground, his legs slightly bent, feet pushing on the jade tiles, making a tearing sound. His form rushed like a wolf towards ng Chuan.

ng Chuan raised his fists in defense, directly holding the blade edge, sparks erupted at the clash, his right fist blocked, and his left fist like a snake bit towards Xu Nuo’s wrist holding the knife.

Xu Nuo neither dodged nor avoided, the knife handle instantly flipped, the blade turned from cutting to pressing, suppressing both fists together.

Then the blade swirled, pulling ng Chuan’s form to the side, pale blue montum gathered from the wrist, the graceful wolf spirit surrounding him surged forth like a drawn bow, ready to slice ng Chuan in two with a swift slash.

"Be careful!"

Xu Nuo’s words were gentle, but his hand was ruthless, using all his strength.

ng Chuan had no ti to retreat, imdiately using Cloud Trace’s second stage to lightly float half in the air.

At the sa ti, he threw his head back and sorsaulted backwards, his right leg extended, drawing on Heart Fire, the toe igniting in dazzling flas, aiming straight for Xu Nuo’s head.

In the audience, ng Yiyi watched the slow-motion ten tis slowed lateral slash on the big screen, her heart clenched.

Unexpectedly, the first round was so thrilling, but seeing ng Chuan leaping to dodge afterwards, her face slightly relaxed.

The firelight was scorching, illuminating Xu Nuo’s face, but he was pleased in his heart.

Wouldn’t he be an easy target in midair, Xu Nuo’s heel turned, body rotating 90 degrees, dodging ng Chuan’s kick.

At the sa ti, his body intersected with ng Chuan’s right foot, suddenly exploding forward, sticking close, both hands gripping the knife handle diagonally down, the fierce aura spreading, filling the entire stage!

As he passed ng Chuan’s form, a black dot flashed in front of his eyes.

That black dot enlarged, it was a large pitch-black iron fist, the fist wind exploding the air, even tearing Xu Nuo’s hair from the root.

Cloud Trace enhanced ng Chuan’s aerial capabilities, Xu Nuo did not know its chanism, naturally putting him at a disadvantage.

However, Xu Nuo was also battle-hardened; at this critical juncture, he did a complete split with his legs to dodge the Gold Elent Long Fist, losing his hair but saving his head.

Most of those present were ordinary people and low-level martial artists and couldn’t clearly see the details of the fight.

But when watching the slow-motion replay, they noticed that ng Chuan seed to defy gravity, his body suspending strangely in mid-air, dodging the heavy slash while instantly punching, giving Xu Nuo a clean shave.

"Good! ng the Mighty is aweso!"

"Beautifully done!"

This move was so extraordinary that it stunned the entire room into applause.

Feeling a coolness on his forehead, Xu Nuo didn’t wait for the cold sweat to drip and imdiately readied himself.

The fight had now entered ng Chuan’s offensive stage.

His body, still suspended in mid-air, suddenly turned to a bird’s-eye view, launching an assault with both fists wrapped in thunder and fire, leaving series of afterimages.

In less than a second, he unleashed nearly a hundred punches!

The force of Chaotic Heaven erupted violently, the Qi domain enveloping, as hard and soft energies intertwined into a vortex.

Clang, clang—clang!

...

Xu Nuo, using both blade and hand, with the imnse supply of Qi Blood, continuously countered ng Chuan’s ferocious attack.

Sensing the peculiar sensation surrounding him, like an inexplicable heavy pressure, his heart sank.

"An attribute, perhaps..."

Leveraging the rebounding force of his blade’s back, ng Chuan subtly launched Combined Strength, feeding back a twentyfold shock through the blade, causing Xu Nuo’s tiger’s mouth to burst with blood.

Xu Nuo gritted his teeth, exerting himself, letting the wolf soul bite along the blade’s tip, and as ng Chuan retreated, grabbed his numbed and pricked palm.

He didn’t have Hard Skills to protect his body, so he dared not attack rashly, instead keeping low and dragging his blade around ng Chuan, looking for an opportunity.

ng Chuan wasn’t in a hurry either, extending his arms back to loosen his muscles, feeling like a fish in water within the Chaotic Heaven Qi domain.

His eyes remained fixed on Xu Nuo’s blade tip, slowly saying:

"Senior Xu, how about the results of this entrance test?"

Now, I too have a body of nine barriers, so what if the wolf form dominates? I’m going to deal with the wolf form!

Xu Nuo remained silent, the chilling breeze from above keeping him completely focused.

"Caught up in appearance, the talents worldwide are many, I was reckless," he admitted.

At the sa ti, a wolf’s howl rolled out from Xu Nuo’s throat, and the faint blue wolf soul along the blade suddenly solidified.

ng Chuan’s eyes focused, using skills taught by Lu Zhuxiao, specialized for dealing with blade-wielders.

He instantly dashed toward Xu Nuo, his left hand concealed, while his right ford into a dragon claw to seize the opponent’s wrist.

Xu Nuo’s blade stance was imposing, the ghostly blue wolf surged out from the red cross-guard, blocking ng Chuan’s massive grasp.

Simultaneously, his left hand assud a heart-attacking posture, fiercely thrusting at ng Chuan’s chest.

Not done yet, Xu Nuo’s legs also maneuvered, scissoring fiercely against ng Chuan’s waist, suddenly about to twist and exert force!

Simultaneously, the massive wolf around him bit towards ng Chuan’s limbs and joints. This was the True Essence of the Imperial Blade of the Elephant Form Sect’s wolf form, nurturing the soul with the blade, transforming potential to entrap the enemy!

Suddenly, a faint purple glow erged around ng Chuan, his right arm wrapped in thunder and fire, lifting with imnse force; Xu Nuo grunted, quickly retreating, blood flowing like a waterfall from his shoulder blade after steadying himself.

After Xu Nuo’s lightning-fast offense, ng Chuan’s body showed not a single wound, leaving the audience speechless below the stage.

Seeing this from afar, Elder Zhao was likewise astounded.

"Perfection... Qi Nourishing Armor..."

He felt certain that ng Chuan possessed the potential of the Purple Cloud Dragon!

ng Chuan gave Xu Nuo ti to catch his breath; just now, if that Cyan Dragon’s Claw had landed on his face, the match might have ended instantly.

He flipped his wrist, looking at Xu Nuo, whose face was pale, and calmly said:

"Senior Xu, concede. This way, there’s still a chance in the repechage. A younger brother reminded, the force of the fists is sharp, please be careful."

Xu Nuo squinted his eyes to a slit, and the faint blue wolf soul let out a sharp howl, curling into smoke around the blade.

"What trick is this, blade and wolf as one?"

This was ng Chuan’s first encounter with such a master of Elephant Form nearing the Nine Barriers Extre, unsure of the ans used.

But it didn’t matter, the blue light had already reached his eyes, ng Chuan’s strength was astonishingly powerful, lightly poking with the left hand, he cleared away the heavy slash of the Tang blade.

At the sa ti, his right hand rode the montum and climbed towards Xu Nuo’s shoulder and neck, which had already been injured. If struck by the Yaksha Sea Exploration...

"Senior Xu will see reality clearly."

But the next mont, Xu Nuo’s form suddenly trembled, leading with his wrist, the originally frontal heavy slash swerved, the sharp blade grazing toward ng Chuan’s hand tendon with the force of a rushing wolf.

A starry bead of blood rolled down, only to pierce the surface without damaging the tendons underneath.

Indifferent, ng Chuan slightly protruded his middle finger half an inch and clenched into a fist. The gathered force of the punch aid ruthlessly at Xu Nuo’s neck, yet Xu Nuo remained calm, retreating while exhaling a mouthful of turbid breath, his form seeming to split into several afterimages.

With ng Chuan’s heart spirit weakened, unable to discern truth from illusion, each afterimage swung the blade Qi, carrying the ferocity of a solitary wolf.

"Howling Moon · Thousand Mountains Extres!"

Countless strands of faint blue aura erupted from the blade’s tip, like crescent moon blades, roaring towards ng Chuan!

This scene made the audience’s scalp tingle; if they were standing under these blade lights, they’d likely be shredded into pieces in an instant.

Before the blade lights reached, the re enveloping force tore ng Chuan’s clothes around him into shreds, the torn fabric with "San Qin" printed on it fluttered in the gust, instantly disintegrating.

Zheng—!

The blade Qi was too swift, and ng Chuan collided head-on!