With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal Chapter 39 Traditionalists and Reformists

Because the country has allocated a large amount of resources to the school, the aim is to train martial artists who can fight against the Celestial Demon, rather than raising delicate flowers in a greenhouse.

After coming down from the ring, ng Chuan observed the others.

Zong Ping and the Hu family’s second brother, who practiced the ape form, fought quite intensely. However, Zong Ping had much higher Qi blood strength and more combat experience than his opponent.

Indeed, after more than twenty moves, Zong Ping used the Tiger Claw Heart-Grabbing technique to punch his opponent off the ring, securing victory with ease.

The competition continued.

Qi Fei and the Hu family’s eldest brother also easily defeated their opponents and smoothly advanced to the top eight.

At this mont, their eyes gravely turned towards ng Chuan and Zong Ping, internally regarding the two as strong rivals, secretly considering tactics.

The principal announced for the victorious students to rest and recharge in place, and after a while, the second round of drawing lots began.

The surrounding spectators were not idle, engaging in heated discussions about who would claim the first place.

Traditionalists believed Qi Fei could win, arguing that despite having slightly lower Qi blood, he could triumph with martial combat experience;

while the reformists contended that ng Chuan or Zong Ping were superior.

Although the two were still young, their Qi blood strength was evident, able to surpass their predecessors.

[First Group: Lin Mosheng vs Zong Ping]

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[Third Group: ng Chuan vs Hu Jiaxiang]

"Bro, be careful!"

Hu family’s second brother worriedly clenched his fists for his big brother Hu Jiaxiang, hoping dearly that his brother would not face ng Chuan too soon.

This guy was too strange, always practicing National Martial Boxing at school, with his Qi and Blood Value so high, yet his approach was hard to understand.

Zong Ping easily took down his opponent again, Tiger Form Boxing was fierce and unstoppable, knocking his opponent off the stage in just a few moves.

It was ng Chuan’s turn to go on stage, he cupped his fist and announced himself.

"Cannon Fist, lineage from Infinite Martial Arts Dojo."

Hu Jiaxiang, feeling sowhat nervous, maintained his smile and responded:

"Hu Jiaxiang, White Ape Fist, lineage from Ape God Martial Arts Dojo."

"Please."

ng Chuan allowed his opponent to attack first, wanting to properly witness the ape form, which he encountered for the first ti.

"Junior, be careful!"

Hu Jiaxiang, reminiscent of Tarzan, leapt backward, hooking a hand onto the ring’s main pillar.

His body leaned against the edge rope, using the rebound force to explosively launch towards ng Chuan, then he struck with a downward punch.

"The ape form indeed has so tricks, even being able to use the terrain advantage in the ring."

Thinking this, ng Chuan stood firmly on the ground, leaned sideways, and deflected the fist.

Upon seeing this, Hu Jiaxiang promptly launched a deadly move, Spiritual Monkey Stealing Peaches!

His legs were incredibly flexible, directly performing a wide split, his right hand seized towards ng Chuan’s vital area.

"This youngster shows no martial ethics!"

ng Chuan frowned internally but then used his waist strength to flip backward and easily evade.

After stabilizing, he similarly targeted the opponent’s vitals, a rear leg sweep directly aiming at the critical root area, fighting fire with fire.

Hu Jiaxiang was still performing the split, unable to retract, urgently reached out to cover his vital area upon realizing the danger.

Thud! With a sound, ng Chuan kicked him to the ground.

Upon rising, Hu Jiaxiang, like a monkey from Ei Mountain, alternately rubbed his hands, hopping.

ng Chuan gave him no breathing room, raised a cannon-like stance, his fierce fists bombarding towards Hu Jiaxiang like cannonballs. Hu Jiaxiang could only rely on his ape form body technique, darting and jumping to evade.

The ring was only so big, and after dodging a dozen punches, Hu Jiaxiang finally got caught by ng Chuan, who struck him down with a sky-high cannon blow.

After falling, he quickly raised his hand to surrender.

"I concede!"

"Next ti, don’t be so despicable."

ng Chuan smiled, helping his opponent up.

"Sorry, it’s the ape form I practice, in the heat of the mont, I couldn’t help it..."

Hu Jiaxiang blushed, realizing that ng Chuan had held back earlier.

Given his Ming Strength accomplishnt, if he exerted full strength, the kick aid at Hu Jiaxiang’s crotch-covering hand could have caused hand fractures.

With Qi Fei’s victory in the fourth group, ng Chuan, Zong Ping, Qi Fei, and a lucky participant advanced to the semifinals.

ng Chuan’s luck was favorable, drawing the lucky participant who had just entered the third stage, swiftly defeating him and watching the two tigers contend.

Qi Fei rubbed his fists and was full of fighting spirit. ng Chuan had yet to exert full strength, with his Qi and Blood Value leading by a margin, causing Qi Fei so intimidation.

"This Zong Ping’s Qi blood isn’t much stronger than mine, and he has the foulest mouth, I’ll take him on!"

Even if facing ng Chuan later, it’s likely he wouldn’t win, Qi Fei decided to exhaust all his energy in this fight to fiercely teach Zong Ping a lesson!

Zong Ping and Qi Fei both practiced Xingyi Boxing Tiger Form Boxing, between the two was like a mountain that couldn’t accommodate two tigers, fiercely clashing for over ten minutes without determining a winner.

Ultimately, Zong Ping prevailed, utilizing an elentary second-tier fist skill [Tiger Roars in the Forest Fist] to win the match.

Later, Qi Fei defeated ng Chuan’s previous opponent to claim third place; Zong Ping, after a brief rest, began competing with ng Chuan for first.

The developnt of the situation was exceedingly unpredictable.

Nobody expected, they were still discussing before asuring Qi blood who among the Hu brothers and Qi Fei would be first.

As it turns out, now two freshn are fighting for first place.

However, everyone accepted this result, having witnessed the strength of ng Chuan and Zong Ping.

Most of the students in the ring practiced Elephant Form Fist, with Tiger Form being the majority among them, and they were all cheering for Zong Ping.

"Elephant Form is number one in the world!"

"The fierce tiger is invincible! Brother Zong, beat him!"

A minority practicing Xingyi were also loudly shouting support for ng Chuan:

"Destroy those Tiger fans!"

"ng Chuan, go! Let them know Xingyi is the most aweso!"

Listening to the encouragent ringing around, ng Chuan felt sowhat affected.

Previously, during the duel with Le Ping at the dojo, there weren’t as many spectators as now.

Yet he wasn’t stage-frightened, calming his emotions internally.

His future stage would be even more dazzling; this was just a small arena!

As the surroundings settled down, Zong Ping first spoke:

"I knew long ago that we would et in the finals."

"The Tiger Roars in the Forest fist was originally reserved for you; what a pity, but you won’t be my opponent anyway."

ng Chuan smiled and said:

"Alright, let see what gives you confidence."

ng Chuan gestured a go-ahead invitation.

Like a fierce tiger charging down from the mountain peak, accompanied by a tiger roar, Zong Ping’s palm with wind sound slapped down.

The opponent’s speed was no slower than his own, ng Chuan did not dare to be careless.

He imdiately maximized the proficiency level of [Inch Step], twisting sideways with the right foot stamping heavily on the ring, narrowly avoiding the palm with the reverse force.

However, the tiger palm still hit his swinging garnt, with a ripping sound, tearing a large hole at the waist of his school uniform.

"Thankfully, it’s a school uniform."

ng Chuan’s reaction was exceedingly swift, with his clothes being torn, there’s no point in dodging without countering!

He let out a shout, montum erupting skyward!

Following that, he dashed forward with arrow-like speed, lifted his left arm high with the fist against his forehead, drew back his right arm to gather power, palm forming a virtual grip, cannonball prid to launch.