With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal Chapter 334 - 303: The Gamble Intensifies, Showdown in the S

"Indeed solid..."

ng Chuan used the Tiger Soul Spear as a lever, pulling Motohiko down from the air and fiercely suppressing him onto the ground.

As the floating clouds scattered, Motohiko wasn’t significantly hard, but at this mont, his whole body was violently trembling, digesting the imnse force coursing through him.

Motohiko slowly stood up, looking at ng Chuan’s incredibly strange, tumor-covered large arm.

He had no idea what was going on.

He knew ng Chuan could enlarge his form to gain power, but... what was with this arm?

The terrifying giant force made him unable to resist falling from the air, completely unexpected.

Cough, cough...

The corner of Motohiko’s mouth showed a trace of blood, his feet suddenly stepped back and retreated.

Relying on his speed advantage, he dodged ng Chuan’s True Qi-laden heavy punch, flashing to a nearby spot.

He had only practiced a rudintary Hard Technique, so his defense couldn’t compare to ng Chuan.

Carelessly suffering a reverse flow of Qi Blood, it truly hurt...

At this mont, Motohiko’s body was being ravaged by a massive influx of Power, frenziedly besieging his internal organs.

This was the combined effect of Bone Penetration and Sharpness, attacking throughout the body.

He hadn’t practiced any Cultivation Technique like Qi Nourishing Armor that could form an inner mbrane to protect the internal organs, so he could only endure it raw!

ng Chuan couldn’t yet channel True Qi through the spear shaft; otherwise, this strike could determine victory. Such a pity.

But no matter, catching this scurrying "little mouse," with True Qi attached, a single Fist Blade strike would settle it...

To be honest, Motohiko’s strength sowhat disappointed ng Chuan.

Apart from being faster than him, he was completely useless!

Before seeing him, ng Chuan thought that the spirit possessing him was extraordinarily mysterious.

At a glance, it was not even comparable to a 130% release, enhancing the body by percentage.

The change in his arm was just the effect of a 200% local release.

Next, it was ti to quickly end the ga...

...

"Oh?"

In an instant, Motohiko’s changes in the distance surprised him.

"ng Chuan, you think too much.

I was only using thirty percent of my strength. Next, you can rest in peace..."

"Fierce Tiger... Exorcism..."

Before Motohiko finished speaking, grey-white baleful aura around him suddenly boiled, surging like a tsunami, compressing and then spreading out mightily.

His eyes suddenly widened, transforming into vertical pupils, emitting a faint red light.

A low tiger roar rolled out from his throat, and behind him, the baleful aura condensed into three claw-wielding specter phantoms, which circled around him, exuding an indescribable force of deathly silence.

Sss—!

His body inverted, three points of red light, eyes and swallowing blade overlooking from above!

The tip of the Tiger Soul Spear dragged a strange airflow, violently piercing down from above!

The three specters embraced the spear’s body, imbuing it with an incomparably terrifying annihilating penetrating power. The spear tip was covered in a layer of eerie aura, causing whirlwinds to stir in the void.

In the next mont, more than 2400 points of Qi Blood soared astonishingly, a flash of lightning-like splendor!

This was the Tiger Form True Skill Fist Skill taught by his master, although he had only understood one move.

But... ng Chuan absolutely couldn’t withstand it!

[Fierce Tiger Exorcising Specter]—"Specter Hunting Patrol"!

"True Skill Fist Technique, huh..."

With pressure mounting, but the smile on ng Chuan’s lips grew more wanton and triumphant.

Now this... this was getting interesting!

The feeling was coming.

It was this kind of... pulse-racing feeling.

Battle, exhilarating!

Stepping forward, accompanied by the chest blossom fully blooming, his body grew larger as if inflated.

Thud, thud! Thud!!!

His lower body first beca extraordinarily robust, countless muscles entwining tightly, the weight exaggerated to the extre.

With each step pressed down, the ground sounded increasingly resounding, like the beating of war drums.

The upper body was also quietly covered by nurous proliferating tumors, as if draped with a general’s thick armor.

From the waist all the way to below the head, finally piling furiously at the neck, bulging like a ring, purely made of muscle, akin to an Elizabethan collar.

"Creak, creak..."

ng Chuan’s neck swayed left and right, the neck muscles ca alive like brown serpents, the terrifying right arm infused with invincible Martial Arts will, True Qi ignited loudly with a dull scorching sound.

In a sharp glimpse of red light flashing past the corner of his eye, ng Chuan’s right arm thunderously struck out.

On the bridge of Naihe, the moon and Tiger Soul collided violently.