With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal Chapter 335 - 304: My Tiger Soul! Unrivaled in This Era!

Screeeech—!

The True Martial, made from countless supernatural materials, burst into sparks as they collided.

Imdiately, an elongated sound of striking lded into a continuous noise.

The explosive sounds on the dueling peak platform were enough to rupture the eardrums of any Martial Artist.

Both n turned into fleeting shadows, streaking through the mist like teors. Under the empowernt of Chaotic Heaven, ng Chuan grew even more terrifying.

Whoosh—!

A large chunk of shoulder flesh was torn off, and in Motohiko’s mind, an explosive sound reverberated, sending fiery convulsions deep into his sea of consciousness.

Fortunately for him, he was lucky to have dodged quickly enough.

If he had been caught by the neck, death would have been certain, or at least, a fate worse than death.

He struck back with the tip of his spear, a ghostly scream accompanied by swirls of malicious energy.

Rushing, lifting, piercing, pointing, sweeping—the clouds rose like waves. Dozens of blade-swallowing bursts erupted in a continuous flow, impossible for the naked eye to discern the true path of the blades, only the buzzing and shrieking of bees could be heard without end.

In ng Chuan’s current state, he didn’t even need his eyes during combat. Every part of his body could be used to perceive, able to detect thoroughly in all directions!

His figure flitted like a shadow gliding over water, appearing briefly from the clouds, and with a "shhh" sound, vanished again.

In his view, Motohiko was still flustered.

His powers were so scattered, what a... fool!

"Are you ready?"

Motohiko’s figure, akin to a dance of chaos-demons, suddenly froze, not understanding what ng Chuan ant.

"Heh heh heh..."

A cruel laughter echoed, squeezing the clouds apart, while Fist Blade curved three tis before landing squarely on Motohiko’s chest.

Pierce!

Crack—!

Screeeeech—!

The symphony of fractured bones and the pleasure of a blade savoring viscera played simultaneously.

One figure, like a cot falling to earth, pierced through myriad clouds hovering around the dueling peak platform.

It left a white trail in the air, from whose sides, under imnse pressure, dense radial cracks shot out.

Motohiko’s form stretched taut like a drawn bow, his eyes bulging, tiger-like eyes radiating intense resentnt.

Cradled by Shang Ruyi, he took one last look at the dueling peak before losing consciousness.

From afar, he could only see a small man, swinging sothing long towards him.

"My Tiger Spirit!!!"

...

Only one person remained standing on the dueling peak.

A few breaths later, as the white mist receded, the brown monstrous figure in the mist gradually shrank.

With the chest’s petals drawing together, 200%—90% of the unleashed state, ng Chuan returned back to his normal human form.

Awakening from the frenzied battle state, he examined the newly acquired prize in his hands, reflecting to himself:

"Motohiko’s strength isn’t bad, just unfortunate he t ..."

Without the series of special traits, he certainly wouldn’t be a match for Motohiko with his over two thousand Qi Blood and three-fold mutation.

But regrettably, the world does not have so many ’ifs.’

The battle between the two lasted less than a minute.

In his complete form, ng Chuan swiftly resolved it, without suspense.

"Hmm?"

Just as ng Chuan was preparing to descend along the bronze chain, he felt an anomaly within the Dragon Demon in his body.

As he adjusted his thoughts, gazing at the spear in his hand, he instantly understood what was going on.

"The Tiger Fierceness on this spear, can it also be absorbed by the Dragon Demon?"

With a thought, ng Chuan suppressed the Dragon Demon back into the Middle Dantian, shouldered the spear on his back, and grabbed the chain with one hand to prepare for descent.

"Deal with it later, first let’s get down from here."

His bull’s nose flared in the wind as he took a step downward, and the whole dueling platform abruptly sank.

Accompanied by rumbling sounds, ng Chuan retracted his foot, silently awaiting the descent.

Five minutes later, the dueling platform perfectly embedded into the ground.

ng Chuan felt much more grounded standing firmly on the plaza.

There’s a sense of unease in high places, but now he felt much more comfortable.

ng Chuan looked around, finding the vast plaza utterly silent.

Everyone was in awe, prostrating themselves, the Martial Artists were ghostly pale, still recovering from the shock of ng Chuan’s terrifying form.

In an instant, Luo Guanyun appeared by his side, raising ng Chuan’s arm that wasn’t holding the spear high.

"For the newly minted United University Martial Extre True Inheritance, [Infinite Fist·ng Chuan], let’s make so noise!"

After a mont of silence, it was first the branch campus Martial Artists who began.

Subsequently, the whole venue erupted like a tidal wave, the words "Aweso" echoed throughout the plaza, resonating long and loud.

ng Chuan had proven everything with his strength!

So Martial Artists at the main campus smirked bitterly, lanting:

"Damn, I’m just a re roadside..."

"Chief ng! Aweso!"

The crowd at the main campus were conquered by ng Chuan’s ferocious fighting style.

In Martial Arts, strength is determined by fists.

Although ng Chuan was from a branch campus, at this mont, no matter what, he was part of Northern United University’s 88th class.

[Martial Extre True Inheritance]!

He couldn’t leave yet, as there was still a true inheritance coronation ceremony waiting for him.

ng Chuan first returned to the audience seats, walking through the crowd, wherever he passed, people greeted him.

"Hello, Chief!"

ng Chuan nodded with a smile, they changed how they addressed him quickly.

"Greetings, Infinite Fist Senior ng!"

ng Chuan maintained his smile; this kid seed to be a friend of that Xin from earlier, smart lad.

As he was about to sit, the person next to Xu Qingfeng stood up and bowed instantly:

"Hello, Brother Chuan!"

"Hello..."

ng Chuan continued smiling, the other must have heard how those he knew referred to him.

Quick to adapt...

After sitting down, Xu Qingfeng and ng Jiaolong excitedly grabbed his arm.

"Damn! Aweso, Lao ng, this round paid off big ti, all the credits I bet on Motohiko have been recouped!"

"...What do you an?"

Xu Qingfeng just realized he let slip, and quickly gave an awkward smile.

"Oh, it’s nothing..."

All ng Jiaolong felt was excitent and she couldn’t speak.

She was holding ng Chuan’s arm, pinching here and there, wanting to see where all his muscles were hidden.

ng Chuan had a thought, and a muscle bulge grew on his arm, pushing against ng Jiaolong’s hand, eliciting a startled exclamation from her.

"That was aweso!"

ng Jiaolong didn’t find ng Chuan’s appearance horrifying at the mont, or earlier when he was on the ultimate stage.

Since the Xiang King’s Tomb, she had been attracted to this tough guy persona of ng Chuan.

His earlier form was even tougher, almost explosively so!

"Do the transformation again, won’t you?"

"Don’t ss around, ng Chuan is about to go up for the award soon."

From a distance, Chen Qiushui slowly approached and advised aloud.

Seeing her mother, she quickly let go of ng Chuan’s arm.

Looking up, she didn’t expect to find not a trace of anger on Chen Qiushui’s face.

"That’s odd..."

What she didn’t know was that Chen Qiushui had long since stopped caring about these things.

Both of them are adults, what’s there to manage? She’s an "open-minded" mother after all.

If ng Chuan could beco her son-in-law, that would be a wonderful thing...

She said to ng Chuan:

"Great fight, clean and decisive. Sit here and rest for a while, once Principal Sui’s side is ready, I’ll go with you to the stage to be crowned."

Chen Qiushui said with an unstoppable smile at the corner of her eyes.

As ng Chuan’s advisor, she cultivated a Martial Extre True Inheritance student.

Both the main campus and the Yong’an branch would give her a reward suitable for a Martial Arts Grandmaster.

These are precious martial arts resources that money can’t buy, so naturally, she’s happy.

Since ng Chuan entered the Grandmaster Class, Chen Qiushui discovered that she seems to benefit once in a while from it.

It’s like sitting at ho and resources just fall from the sky; ng Chuan is just too amazing.

Thinking of this, she pondered in her heart:

"Everything is mutual, I should help him more in martial arts in the future. Giving and receiving are the proper way."

Unintentionally, in her heart, Chen Qiushui had placed ng Chuan almost at her own level.

The reason is simply that...

In all history, Northern United University’s Martial Extre True Inheritance has never had a weakling!

Every true inheritance of each generation is an unrivaled prodigy of the sa age, dominating their era.

Ultimately achieving a starting point of Grandmaster, even amidst other Grandmasters, rare were their opponents.

There have even been two in the Celestial King realm; these numbers aren’t small.

As United University hasn’t even been founded for a century yet.

In the future, more Martial Arts Celestial Kings, even Great Saints at their peak, will erge among them.

Chen Qiushui firmly believes that among the top martial artists in the world, ng Chuan will certainly have a place!

...

In the distance, beside Shang Ruyi, the Three Limits Dean of the school hospital was providing ergency treatnt to Motohiko.

The dean’s hand glowed with a soft green light, emanating a plant-like fragrance, and soon stopped the bleeding in Motohiko’s chest.

"Grandmaster Shang, your disciple’s surface injuries are no longer a concern.

But the internal injuries and ntal damage are relatively severe, requiring Treasure Pill level healing items."

Shang Ruyi stared at his disciple, his eyes full of concern.

"Use them, deduct from my credits, as long as my disciple is unhard."

The dean nodded and said:

"Alright, but the chest injury will affect the growth of his ridians.

Even after recovery, he won’t be able to practice Pile Skill for at least... more than two months."

"Understood, thank you, Dean Gao."

Beside them, Motohiko had already awoken under the nourishnt of the green light.

Upon hearing the dean’s words, his eyes darkened at once.

Not being able to practice Pile Skill for three months would greatly impact his progress towards the Two Limits.

One step slow... every step slow!

This bothered him more than losing the Martial Extre True Inheritance.

Even now, Motohiko couldn’t understand why ng Chuan was such a monster.

"Master, is Hard Skills really that powerful?"

Shang Ruyi was silent for a mont, then nodded.

"When any technique reaches its highest depths, it has its own unique essence.

Because Horizontal Training Skill can’t provide Qi Blood, it’s not valued in the Qi Blood Martial Arts Era.

But its importance is self-evident, it not only aids the growth of Essence of Three Flowers, there’s an old saying, a strong body is the foundation of all things."

Motohiko nodded silently.

He made up his mind that since he can’t practice Pile Skill in these months, he’d put his ti towards focusing on Horizontal Training.

If there’s a weakness, compensate for it, to prepare for the next battle of Infinite Fist!

Returning to his senses, he smiled bitterly and apologized:

"Master, I’ve embarrassed you, and also lost the Tiger Soul to that ng Chuan..."

"Doesn’t matter, be motivated when faced with disgrace, win it back next ti."

"And I also lost five thousand... credits."

"..."

Shang Ruyi was a bit overwheld.

Tiger Soul and five thousand credits, not just for him, even a Five Limit Venerable would feel the pain...

"But don’t worry master, I’ll win it all back next ti!"

"..."

His heart ached, he wasn’t keen to talk.

...

In the audience, so martial arts dics were also checking on ng Chuan’s condition.