With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal Chapter 236 - 220: The Celestial King Appears! Casually Slay

ng Chuan continued to express his gratitude, listening as Grandmaster Shen said:

[I originally planned to watch your final match live, but unfortunately, I’m overwheld with matters and can’t make it. Please give my regards to your ntor, Grandmaster Luo.

As for you, I hope you maintain your sharpness, continue to diligently train in martial arts, and strive to advance into the Martial Arts Family as soon as possible.

At that ti, our collaboration will just have begun.

I have high hopes for your future, keep up the good work.]

ng Chuan nodded and said:

[Thank you, Grandmaster Shen, I understand.]

The senior executive was busy with matters and hung up the video after speaking.

Yu Chengguang put away his phone and smiled, saying:

"Xiaong, keep working hard, I’ve specifically spent a fortune to buy a ticket to cheer for you in person tomorrow!"

ng Chuan expressed his thanks. Martial arts is not a lonely path; he enjoyed the company of elders, family, and friends along the way.

...

Everything was ready. ng Chuan donned his battle robe and followed his elder sister and ntor to the arena.

At nine o’clock the next morning, the audience began to enter.

Half an hour later, nearly ten thousand seats were fully occupied.

The crowd was fervently discussing the developnts of today’s finals, analyzing who would beco the champion.

Five minutes later, the host appeared slowly from the rising platform, took a deep breath, and loudly said:

"Good morning, audience friends!

After several days of fierce competition, we have finally reached the decisive mont of the Northern Lands division!

What is most incredible is that both competitors co from the San Qin division.

Let’s welco the competitors Zheng Chengcheng and ng Chuan into the arena!"

Accompanied by thunderous applause, ng Chuan strode forward.

"Lastly, allow to introduce a temporary judge. Let’s warmly welco Principal Zheng Yulan from Yanhua Martial Arts University, the current sixth-ranked Martial Arts Celestial King!"

The mont the host finished speaking, it seed as if golden light fell from the sky.

A mont later, Zheng Yulan descended from the sky, with a compassionate smile, and sat right at the judges’ table.

"Celestial King Zheng! My gosh, is he here to stand up for his grandson..."

Among the cheers of the crowd, soone raised the question.

"Probably not, it’s just a match. The Celestial King wouldn’t be that petty."

At that mont, Zheng Yulan softly spoke, but her voice clearly reached everyone’s ears.

"Hello everyone, I am Zheng Yulan, the principal of Yanhua Martial Arts University. I am particularly pleased to see the arena filled with outstanding young talents.

Today, Great Chu stands at the forefront of the battle against the Celestial Demons, owing to the relentless efforts of each generation.

I hope all the young martial artists can stay true to their hearts, for the peace of Great Chu, and for future generations.

The audience today is especially enthusiastic, and I also hope that the two young contestants do their best and aren’t influenced by the environnt.

Alright, that’s all I’ll say. Everyone, enjoy the match."

Saying that, Zheng Yulan fell silent, and the arena erupted once again with deafening applause.

"A bit of pressure now..."

ng Chuan shook his body to loosen his muscles, thinking that if Celestial King Zheng oversaw the match, and he ended up defeating his grandson badly...

"Just focus on performing your best, don’t worry. Your ntor is here."

Luo Guanyun, standing beside him, noticed his disciple’s concern and patted his shoulder to reassure him.

"Understood."

ng Chuan nodded, realizing that his thoughts had been unfounded, and he simply needed to relax his mind.

Not to ntion the millions watching online, with nearly ten thousand on-site spectators, Celestial King Zheng wouldn’t show favoritism in public.

He looked around the audience, noticing many people holding signs supporting him, cheering for ng Chuan in their local dialect.

Not only from San Qin’s Yong’an, but in an instant, his fans now spanned the entire Northern Lands!

Though most of the cheering was rather rugged, which didn’t feel too pleasant to ng Chuan...

Attracting the sa sex through excessive physical training, perhaps...

Contrarily, as Zheng Chengcheng’s face appeared on the big screen, the screams from female fans were endless.

His noble robe, paired with a face as handso as a celebrity’s.

ng Chuan thought about it, acknowledged it was natural...

The host fluently finished announcing nearly thirty match sponsors.

Finally, he shouted:

"Next, I’d like everyone to hold their breath, as the battle for the title of the number one martial artist in the Northern Lands is about to comnce!"

With the sound of thunderous drums, ng Chuan and Zheng Chengcheng stepped onto the martial arts stage.

The two of them stood silent, as the referee, after inspection, solemnly declared: "Let the match begin".

"ng Chuan, have you really not considered coming to Yanhua? My sister really hopes you can join."

Zheng Chengcheng, still unwilling to let go, noted that three months ago ng Chuan was only at grade eight level, struggling hard to enter the second stage.

And today, three months later, he stood on the platform, competing with him for the number one seed position.

His strength truly progressed at an astonishing pace.

ng Chuan calmly said:

"Brother Zheng, you should focus on the match, don’t talk of other matters. Carrying distracting thoughts into a match with ans you’ve already lost."

As his words fell, a large amount of white mist instantly emanated from ng Chuan’s body surface, accompanied by the sound of cracking like beans from his spine.

He stretched out his hand to tear off his top, with a re shift of his heel, his figure, like a raging demon, quietly rged into the clouds and mist.

anwhile, the sound of thunder echoed from the mist, casting shadows over ng Chuan’s face.

"Xingyi Sect, Five Elents Qiankun Fist, be careful, Brother Zheng."

Once again, ng Chuan fully activated his body’s acupoints, unleashing multiple Hard Skills, enveloped in the "overload" state amidst the swirling mist.

The crowd below gasped in surprise.

"Look! ng the God is going all out right from the start!"

Soone nodded dumbfoundedly and said:

"The opponent is Zheng Chengcheng... Even the formidable little Master Jue Ming fell, ng Chuan must be on high alert."

At the sa ti, Jue Ming, who was watching with crossed arms from below, sneezed...

...

On the ring, Zheng Chengcheng noticed a faint heat spreading as the opponent’s aura unfolded around him.

He chuckled softly:

"You’re right; I should show you the gap between us."

The next second, the force of Crossing Dragon surged from him, grand and majestic like the reversal of rivers and tides.

"Look quickly!"

The audience burst into exclamation, only to see a dragon’s head suddenly rise amidst the spread of golden light, its body obscure within the overwhelming gold and billowing white mist. With clanging sword sounds and the dragon’s roar, Zheng Zhenzhen wielded the treasure sword, and the angry roar resounded in all directions!

"My god... It’s not the first ti I’ve seen this Crossing Dragon fist style, but it always amazes ."

The expressions of the crowd turned to awe; many ordinary people had never seen such a magnificent scene in their lives.

Many of ng Chuan’s fans were deeply worried.

How could ng Chuan possibly contend with such a colossal monster with re human strength...

Amidst the entanglent of white mist and golden light, ng Chuan temporarily floated in mid-air by stepping on the Cloud Ladder and the characteristics of Cloud Trace.

There are advantages to being small, as ng Chuan utilized his explosive power to bypass the golden dragon and engage in a skirmish with the figure atop the dragon’s head wielding a sword.

His fists were pitch black, while Zheng Chengcheng wielded the Xinjin Treasure Sword, and they traded blows, battling fiercely.

The scene was suffused with white and yellow elents, and the audience below could only see a yellow and a black shadow clashing.

Taking advantage of their collision, Zheng Chengcheng commanded the massive dragon head to strike, while ng Chuan twisted his waist and shook his arms, the montum of Heart Fire rising in the air, transforming into countless fire snakes entwined around his arms, colliding dramatically with the dragon head!

"I’ll smash you!"

After intensive training with his master the previous day, he already knew.

The dragon form was rely granting support to Zheng Chengcheng, and ng Chuan had firm resolve without fear.

Boom——!

The two forces collided, crimson and golden fiercely entangled, but within a mont, Heart Fire was defeated!

"Foolish mortals trying to shake the heavens?"

Zheng Chengcheng chuckled softly, stooped down with his sword, and dived with the dragon from above.

He intended to emulate ng Chuan’s combat style, pinning him ruthlessly to the ground!

But he underestimated ng Chuan.

His body was like a boat enduring vast waves, the explosive power granted by his formidable physique was exceptionally terrifying.

The air seed to stagnate as ng Chuan abruptly flickered to Zheng Chengcheng’s back, his Long Fist cleaving down like a broad axe at the back of the head!

Zheng Chengcheng dodged, unleashing sword qi that transford into a sky full of golden light, cascading down.

Struck by this rain of swords, ng Chuan’s robust body suddenly stung, blood droplets trickling down like rain.

Below, Jue Ming watched slack-jawed, his body wrapped in bandages from the sa terrifying golden sword rain.

"Amitabha, Donor ng’s body is truly tough... much harder than this monk’s."

ng Chuan had only a few slashes, but he had been skinned and wounded by this sword rain, leaving him in awe.

anwhile, on the stage, the sword rain continued like a waterfall. ng Chuan sank his body, using the platform to dodge montarily.

His muscles subtly exerted force, clamping the wounds to expedite healing.

Then he swiftly shifted his stance to avoid the following whistling sword rain, focusing his gaze on Zheng Chengcheng in mid-air.

Underneath Zheng Chengcheng, the dragon roared in pain, the punch he had dodged had landed on the dragon’s body, visibly diminishing the golden light surrounding it.

Roar——!

Accompanied by a high-pitched dragon roar, Zheng Chengcheng drove the dragon forward, engaging in a fierce battle with ng Chuan once again.

The montum of Heart Fire enveloped him once more.

——Molten Core Fla Burst Fist!

Before one wave subsided, Thunder Fire’s force followed closely, with a leg-thrust exploding with thunderous sound, striking at the dragon’s head!

Amidst the intense fight, ng Chuan’s focus was not on the dragon’s head, but on the Xinjin Treasure Sword in Zheng Chengcheng’s hand!

Seizing an opportunity, ng Chuan’s spine suddenly straightened, employing the Yaksha Sea Exploration technique, entwining his big arm inward, threading his forearm in, with his palm transforming into five hooked fingers, knocking Zheng Chengcheng’s treasure sword flying!

The sword flew several ters away and was retrieved by the referee using True Qi to avoid harming the audience below.

"D**n!"

"Aweso...!! God ng!"

Witnessing this scene, the crowd below erupted in thunderous cheers.

Unconsciously, all the audience, except for Zheng Chengcheng’s fans, empathized with ng Chuan as if watching a "warrior battling a dragon."

The dragon raised its head!

Without the weapon, Zheng Chengcheng remained as fierce as ever, gathering the powerful dragon montum and bringing it down forcefully. ng Chuan wasn’t flustered, blocking with both arms, his feet not idle, heavily kicking at the dragon head.

"First, I’ll take away your weapon, then I’ll cripple your ’mount’!"

ng Chuan’s thoughts were clear, without the weapon, Zheng Chengcheng’s threat was significantly reduced. Next, he would rely on patience to gradually pull him down from the yellow dragon.

Amidst the collisions, ng Chuan let out a muffled grunt, his heart and spirit aching as if Buddhist chants were ringing in his head, causing him to stagger backward.

The punch’s montum was heart-rending, just as Zheng Zhenzhen had said!