With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal Chapter 69: Fighting a Hundred Enemies Alone (3k)

Late at night, at Yuan Huan’s residence.

"Why the hell is it absorbing my energy?"

Due to the recent crackdown in Yong’an City, Yuan Huan hadn’t let Wang Xudong take action for a while.

This caused the seed inside him to go without fear nourishnt for more than half a month.

Today, he inexplicably discovered that the Seed of Fear embedded in his spiritual platform suddenly started absorbing his own qi and blood!

It’s important to know that the spiritual platform is a very crucial part of the human body.

It ensures a clear mind, clears the lungs, dissipates cold, and detoxifies, located just a bit below the chest spine, on the body’s midline.

Back then, according to the other’s instructions, he refined the seed into his spiritual platform without any discomfort.

"Old Yuan, stop overthinking. Look, we all did it this way, with no side effects whatsoever."

The man in black opened up his Heart Spirit and let Yuan Huan explore it; only after confirming it, did he take it down.

As a martial arts master of the second major limit, Yuan Huan’s control over his body was undeniable.

At this mont, even though his qi and blood were reduced by 0.0 sothing, it was clearly not a good sign.

He opened the bedside drawer, taking out the encrypted phone used specifically for contacting the other party.

[Hello! What’s going on with this Seed of Fear? My qi and blood were absorbed by it today!]

[Why panic? Just kill soone randomly, and you’ll replenish it!]

[Didn’t you tell there were no side effects?]

[I don’t think this counts as a side effect. Besides, aren’t you so old that your qi and blood would decline faster than it absorbs? Stop overthinking. Killing more people is better than anything, hang up!]

"Beep beep beep beep..."

The call ended, and in no ti, Yuan Huan was extrely furious, squeezing the phone into a twisted shape with force from his palm.

He felt like he had lost his mind, boarding such a black ship.

Sitting on the bed, Yuan Huan held his face with both hands, unable to calm down for a long ti.

After a long while, he stood up, wiped his face, and his eyes were filled with determination.

"Things have co to this, execution is the key to dispelling confusion."

"Let’s start by feeding on so holess people or beggars."

Because of their experiences, these people were emotionally numb, and the fear feedback obtained would be minimal.

However, Yong’an City was still lax on the outside but tight on the inside, so he didn’t dare to act recklessly.

"Endure for now. When I achieve Grandmaster, I’ll kill that damned thing!"

...

Early the next morning.

In the Qi and Blood testing room of the Infinite Martial Arts Dojo.

Wearing the pure black practice clothes symbolizing the identity of the senior brother, ng Chuan connected to the sensing device and began punching to asure qi and blood.

A set of National Intent Fist, which hadn’t been practiced for a long ti, was still perford with great dexterity, without forgetting a single move.

After reaching perfection in fist skills, unless breaking the fourth major limit to achieve grandmaster and reaching an extrely high realm in martial theory, constant practice is required to reinforce and prevent forgetting.

It’s not that one’s skills are inadequate, but muscle inertia is at play.

If practice stops, the relevant muscles will degrade, causing awkwardness during martial practices.

ng Chuan increasingly felt that his initial thought was spot-on, twelve years or not.

"Martial arts that have already broken limits don’t need to be repeatedly practiced, indeed saving a lot of ti. Having one proof that’s ever-lasting is truly beneficial."

To build a tall building, one must first lay a solid foundation, only with a firm foundation can the building stack ever higher.

After finishing, ng Chuan stood with his hands behind his back.

[Qi and Blood Value 14.81, has entered the Fourth Gate of Qi and Blood]

"Once mastering Luo’s Eight Extres, I should be able to break the fifth gate."

Exiting the testing room, a large group of dojo students gathered around, begging ng Chuan to teach them how to punch.

With so many people, he couldn’t teach them all, and he also needed to practice; ng Chuan pondered for a mont and ca up with a great idea.

"Everyone, co with to the Wooden Stake Area."

"Wow, look at this!"

ng Chuan gathered qi to his feet and flew towards the Wooden Stake Area.

Every step he took was silent, yet his body propelled several ters forward, full of explosive power.

This was his cultivation path above the perfection of Inch Step, combining explosiveness and agility, also the limit-breaking thod of the Light Body trait.

[Inch Step: Perfection (45%) Pending Limit Breaking]

[Limit Breaking Trait: Light Body (Basic)]

With a final kite flip, ng Chuan stood steadily on a wooden stake.

The expressions of the crowd were filled with admiration; ng Chuan’s simple display made them yearn.

"Amazing, Senior Brother, is this the Perfection level body technique?"

"I suspect Brother Chuan wants to improve Inch Step again; there’s no sound when he lands, which doesn’t align with the ferocity and explosive attributes of Inch Step."

Wang Yue glanced sideways at Le Ping.

"What do you know, my Brother Chuan’s level is not sothing a commoner like you can understand?"

Le Ping unusually nodded without acting out; Wang Yue was right.

He also practiced Inch Step but hadn’t even reached a high level, truly unable to understand.

"Everyone, you can all co up and attack ; I’ll control my strength to retreat and stop."

"During this process, I’ll point out the shortcomings in your fist skills."

"If you manage to force off the wooden stake, how about a treat of bubble tea for everyone?"

ng Chuan thought to himself:

"Besides Wang Yue, who’s a major bluffer, all the other dojo students practice Xingyi Cannon Fist."

"With my limit-breaking level comprehension, teaching in this way should be more than enough. Not only does it save a lot of ti, but it also allows to practice my Inch Step body technique."

Seeing Brother Chuan preparing to face a hundred at once, many students started rubbing their fists eagerly, ready to try.

"Milk tea is great, I want that Starbucks."

"Brothers, let’s do it! Brother Chuan is looking down on us."

Le Ping was instigating from below, but he was actually planning in his mind.

Wait until everyone exhausts ng Chuan’s stamina, then he’ll go up to pick up the leftovers—how delightful.

As for whether he would get beaten afterward, Le Ping expressed he couldn’t care about that; he just wanted to enjoy it first!

Hearing soone bark like a dog, ng Chuan’s sharp eyes locked onto the target.

"Le Ping, you co up first, show the younger brothers!"

"Coming, Brother Chuan."

The plan failed, and Le Ping felt quite uncomfortable inside.

With no choice, he took a deep breath and jumped onto the wooden stake.

"Offending Brother Chuan!"

Le Ping rushed towards ng Chuan, his posture set during the dash, ready to unleash the cannon.

About to be hit, but he remained unruffled.

"Watch closely, you have to combine body technique and fist skill like your brother Le, treating them as a whole, inseparable."

ng Chuan said, lightly tapping his foot on the edge of the stake, slid to the next stake, avoiding the blow.

New year passed, Le Ping wasn’t without progress, although his Qi Blood hadn’t broken through the four gates, his fist skill was significantly more agile than before.

Seeing ng Chuan dodge, he stamped forcefully on the stake beneath him.

In an instant, a powerful thrust brought him swiftly to ng Chuan’s side, followed by a heavy punch.

This is—Head-on Cannon!

Witnessing this scene, Wang Yue shouted from below:

"Xiaolezi you want to bite the master?"

Wang Yue was still hovering around the second Qi and Blood Gate, in his view, Le Ping was indeed a bit fierce at the mont.

However, the result was obvious.

Not to ntion Le Ping’s speed appeared snail-like to ng Chuan.

Having undergone so much combat training, ng Chuan’s response ti in battle was honed into instinct.

Facing the incoming heavy punch, ng Chuan’s foot didn’t budge, sensing the opportunity to strike, his right hand shot out like an eagle grabbing a rabbit, precisely grasping Le Ping’s forearm.

With a gentle inward twist, he lifted and tossed him off the stake.

"Ahhh!"

"Brother Chuan twisted painfully!"

Le Ping was flung several ters away, ng Chuan didn’t exert himself, Le Ping sat on the floor, shaking his wrist pretending to howl, actually feeling a bit puzzled.

"Previously, he could only push back a few steps, now Brother Chuan’s strength is so great, he threw with one hand?"

Students below the stake were instantly dumbfounded.

In their eyes, ng Chuan was as quick as lightning, completing the entire defensive counteraction in less than half a second.

Everyone couldn’t help but exclaim:

"Who understands this, families! Isn’t that Lightning Fist? So cool, wow!"

"Brother Chuan’s fist skill... invincible."

"The scariest thing about Brother Chuan is his speed of improvent; he’s not even 17 yet! Probably before long, not even the trainers or Hall Master Luo could match him."

ng Chuan found himself a bit choked.

"Cough cough cough..."

These guys can really boost him, even daring to touch Master Luo’s level.

"Continue, everyone, let’s go together!"

The stake erupted into chaos, with shadows flickering, and within a few breaths, a student was hurled away, rolling like a gourd to the ground below.

ng Chuan adhered to treating everyone equally, dodging first then throwing each student off.

"The straight punch arm must extend fully, don’t retract!"

Xu Fei’s mind echoed with instruction, "whoosh," and he went down.

"The sound of the cannon initiation is triggered by exertion, pay attention to the power transmission."

"Another dud cannon, don’t aim too high from the start, solidify your basic movents, then try using force to produce the cannon sound."

...

Ten minutes later, ng Chuan was the only one left standing on the stake, while students below looked up at him as if gazing at the moon from the bottom of a well.

Today, the new instructor was on duty, seeing ng Chuan’s prowess they couldn’t help but express admiration.

"The waves behind push the waves ahead, this child is truly terrifying."

Getting off the stake, ng Chuan opened the food delivery app and ordered milk tea for everyone.

"It’s just over a thousand bucks in total, making everyone happy is quite worth it."

Soon, eight delivery n arrived with the milk tea roaring.

Seeing everyone drinking it, ng Chuan moved aside and continued practicing on the stake.

Despite fighting against a hundred people, his muscles weren’t overly sore, only feeling a slight flush.

As he practiced, he thought.

"The heavy-hit trait is so useful; first, it boosts endurance, and second, it allows my fists and feet to exert greater power."

"If it were before, throwing a hundred or so people would have been impossible, just too exhausting."

Martial arts sparring is not simply a contest of Qi Blood Value, having a higher Qi Blood Value doesn’t guarantee a win.

Fist skill restraint, technique strength and weakness, and power level are all crucial factors affecting victory.

So martial arts geniuses, possessing combat traits like [Strength of Nine Bulls], [Eagle Eyes], [Unyielding Fist Heart], easily challenge higher ranks at lower stages like eating and drinking.

The ergence of the [Heavy Hit] trait compensated for ng Chuan’s shortcomings in power, pushing him closer to becoming a hexagonal warrior, making a solid step forward.