With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal Chapter 53: Preparing for the Qualifying Match

Peak Martial Arts Dojo.

[Extre Fist · Liu Sanduo] is sparring with his newly accepted direct disciple Chen Xuewu.

"Xuewu, your progress is very fast, have you seen the list for this ranking competition?"

Chen Xuewu kept his hands moving, thought briefly, and said loudly:

"Master, I have seen it, getting first place shouldn’t be a problem."

Liu Sanduo intercepted his punch and with a wave of his hand, they separated.

"Xuewu, your strength doesn’t worry , but your mindset still needs to be steady."

"Pay attention to those who have grasped Dark Strength; it’s unpredictable and hard to defend against."

"As your master, I don’t care much about winning or losing. More importantly, don’t get injured. We need to keep a long-term perspective, not just win or lose in the mont."

"I understand, Master."

His master’s thoughts mirrored his own; he was inherently steady and not a reckless person.

Liu Sanduo took out a list of the underage group from his mouth, and while marking it with a pen, his hand paused over the Infinite Martial Arts Dojo.

Though there are nurous dojos within Yong’an City, most are specialized Elephant Form dojos, with only three Xingyi dojos.

Infinite Martial Arts Dojo is the leading senior in Yong’an City for the Xingyi sect.

Being a fellow martial artist practicing Xingyi in the city, Luo Guanyun’s strength is imnse, so Liu Sanduo refers to him as the big brother.

"Xuewu, pay attention to the one nad ng Chuan. Infinite Martial Arts Dojo has a good relationship with us, so go easy on him if you et. Show so face to the opponent."

"Alright, Master. If I et him, I will make sure he loses gracefully."

...

"Wow, Senior Brother is incredible!"

After losing to ng Chuan several tis, Le Ping had completely beco the second follower of the Senior Brother.

As for the first follower, it was undoubtedly Wang Yue.

"Xiaolezi, you’re no good either. Before you could exchange a few moves, now Brother Chuan just makes a slight move and you can’t even handle it?"

Le Ping got angry, dragged Wang Yue to the arena.

"You’re pretty arrogant, co up with , let’s exchange moves."

Wang Yue wasn’t a match for Le Ping, struggling forcefully while shouting:

"Where’s my bodyguard? Quickly, soone’s hitting !"

The bodyguard nearby pretended not to see, turning his eyes to the side.

The special gloves on his hand, with claw tips opening and closing involuntarily, represented his internal unrest.

"Forget it, they won’t kill him anyway. The boss said to give Young Master Wang as much opportunity to train as possible."

The dojo ranking competition is about to take place, and recently Liu Ru has no ti to spar with him.

The opponent seed possessed, relentlessly practicing Pile Skill and fist skills daily, always the first to arrive and last to leave.

ng Chuan thought:

"Sister Ru probably wants to perform well in front of the Master."

Instructor Liu Ru is kind to him, often teaching him fist skills and sparring with him during free ti, so he should speak well of her to the Master.

If the Master accepts her as a direct disciple, having an elder sister would actually be nice.

Without watching Le Ping repair Wang Yue, ng Chuan saw no one in the Qi Blood testing room and stepped in.

[Qi and Blood Value: 9.86→10.60]

Although [Luo Family Eight Extres] is still at the beginner stage and hasn’t broken through to proficiency.

But as a top-tier second-tier fist skill, its promotion and growth to Qi and Blood is excellent, and ng Chuan’s Qi and Blood value improved significantly.

ng Chuan walked out of the Qi Blood testing room.

"There’s still so preparation ti before the competition starts. Inch Step is almost perfected, strive to break through Luo Family Eight Extres to proficiency and it will be stable."

For the first ti competing in front of the Master, ng Chuan’s goal is only first place, not second.

"Next, practice Inch Step, strive for perfection within two days, Cannon Fist is increasingly getting a feel to it, and the distance to limit breaking isn’t far."

"Luo Family Eight Extres is the key to victory, must allocate the most ti to it, and Pile Skill should not be interrupted for even a day, interrupting once leads to a second ti."

ng Chuan felt he was incredibly busy, needing to train in too many martial arts, wishing a day had 48 hours.

...

Seven days later, in Infinite Martial Arts Dojo.

Liu Ru Instructor recently has no ti to teach the apprentices, with Wang Dong and Le Ping temporarily replacing her to help teach the new apprentices who haven’t started.

Wang Dong is older and doesn’t like to show off.

Le Ping jumped onto a wooden stake, alternately switching hands in Cannon Fist with great fluidity, his steps like a dragon or snake, making the new apprentices’ eyes shine brightly.

"Brother Le is aweso!"

"Is this Cannon Fist? So amazing!"

"Brother Le is invincible; isn’t his form like a cannon, probably able to punch a tree straight through!"

Le Ping was embarrassed, hurriedly refuting:

"I’m not invincible, don’t talk nonsense."

The new apprentices were puzzled.

On the side, Wang Dong explained lazily:

"You’ve only been here two days, you haven’t seen Senior Brother ng Chuan."

He was an old-tir, calling ng Chuan, who is much younger than him, Senior Brother without feeling any embarrassnt.

"Senior Brother ng is truly formidable, 16-year-old Cannon Fist perfection, Inch Step perfection, achieving Dark Strength."

"A punch probably could truly pierce straight through a big tree."

The new apprentices were completely shocked, most were older than ng Chuan.

"Is he still human?"

Seeing ng Chuan wasn’t around, Le Ping took the opportunity to boast on his behalf.

"Before you started martial arts, seeing Brother Chuan was like a frog in the bottom of a well seeing the moon; after starting, seeing Brother Chuan was like a mayfly looking at the sky!"

"You really are good at sucking up Xiaole! I’m almost disgusted to death."

Le Ping heard the voice before seeing the person.

"Looking for a fight, fatty? You’re tearing down my pedestal again!"

"Oh? Xiaolezi dared to make a move, see who is standing behind ?"

Wang Yue ran up to Le Ping, proudly raised his head and t his gaze.

At this mont, Liu Ru and ng Chuan were coming from afar slowly.

Seeing the dojo’s legendary figures arrive, new and old apprentices stirred up instantly.

"Senior Brother!"

"Feels like Brother ng has gotten stronger!"

Soone whispered:

"It’s on point, too on point! Is this the aura of a strong person? I’m about to suffocate!"

ng Chuan smiled and responded to everyone’s greetings:

"Hello everyone, long ti no see."

...

Recently, due to the competition, Liu Ru also benefited from ng Chuan, and followed him for a few days of special training at Luo Guanyun’s ho.

During the special training process, Liu Ru was completely awed by ng Chuan.

Every mont was an improvent; the other person seed like an untiring fist-punching machine.

Once during practice inspiration struck, ng Chuan kept punching until past midnight.

After finishing, he rembered not having stood piles and persisted in standing until after five in the morning, sleeping for six hours, then got up to continue punching.

Whenever tired, dicinal paste would supplent energy, if drowsy, nap for half an hour.

In the final days of special training, even Luo Guanyun couldn’t help but forcibly make him rest.

"When I was young, I wasn’t this ruthless, this kid, too darn solid, not bad at all."

Yesterday ng Chuan managed to have a good sleep, because today is the day for drawing lots.

The training results during this period were extrely gratifying; thinking back now, he doesn’t know how he managed to persevere.

"I must be worthy of this extraordinary panel, if not clever, then I’ll exchange it for effort!"

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