With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal Chapter 696 - 575: Consecutive Limit Breaking, Tempering Tru

Today, I will sprint to break the limit of the Earth Fist and complete the [Earth Mountain Dharma Body].

"Brother ng, are you preparing to leave?"

The little monk was taken aback by the words.

ng Chuan nodded and said:

"The New Year is coming, and I need to go ho once."

The little monk nodded, feeling a bit reluctant, but did not show it.

He was not a Shaolin disciple, just here at Shaoshi Mountain for study, and he knew he would leave sooner or later.

...

Deep inside the Hall of the Western Saints.

The Earth Cultivation Room.

With a "beep", the door opened with a response.

ng Chuan inserted the magnetic card into the slot and glanced at the electronic display.

There have been 788 hours already; looks like today it will break 800.

If it weren’t for the delay due to a national duty, he might have broken a thousand.

The borrowing fee for the cultivation room is twenty thousand an hour.

At this rate, just the expenses for practicing the Five Elents Fist at the Shaolin Temple recently have exceeded fifteen million...

"Luckily, I can afford it..."

The inco from martial arts teaching short videos has essentially allowed him financial freedom.

For anything that costs money, if it doesn’t exceed nine figures,

he essentially pays with his eyes closed, hitting zero...

Closing the door, ng Chuan refocused his mind and imdiately dove into martial arts practice.

He paced into the room, observing the surroundings while letting his qi rge with the room, achieving harmony.

The four walls were built with heavy yellow-brown ramd earth, and the floor was paved with fine gray bricks.

In the center stood a small pyramid wrapped in oil-soaked hemp rope.

Dry earthy vapor rose from the pyramid’s surface, perating and flowing through the entire room.

Yellow currents in the air surged like waves, clearly visible to the naked eye.

At this thought, ng Chuan lowered his body into a horse-riding stance and began his training.

Utilizing the Arhat Post, he rooted his feet steadily in the sand, with arms extended forward like crouching tigers.

Power surged, qi blood flooded, and in no ti, the room was filled with waves of sand and wind.

He practiced the [Mountain-Breaking Earth-Shaking Fist], pondering the wonders of spleen-earth in his heart.

The proficiency on his ntal panel jumped intermittently.

In the hall.

The old monk sipped tea alone, waiting for his disciple and that brat to co out.

"This brat’s average daily use of the cultivation room has exceeded ten hours.

With such determination, he will surely achieve greatness in the future..."

The old monk had learned from his disciple that ng Chuan also relied on his own horizontal training sacred body, practicing intensive hard skills daily.

In addition, there were core techniques, secret techniques, Heart Sutra spells, and... Taoist Qi cultivation thods...

Adding all these together, he likely has no ti to sleep, let alone be lazy...

Shaoshi Mountain has many outstanding youths; he has seen countless young talents.

But if only for tenacity,

This one is first, truly the "Great Liver Emperor" of Shaoshi Mountain.

...

In the Earth Cultivation Room upstairs.

ng Chuan was not blindly punching; he often sat cross-legged after a few rounds.

Contemplating the earlier problems, optimizing and improving them.

His transcendent wisdom and persistent insight quietly played a role in this process.

Standing up again, ng Chuan stretched his fists, and a vast yet steady montum surged forth.

The fist intent encircled him, the earth dragon winding around.

With every punch, he manifested a massive form, crushing with overwhelming force!

His heart was like a great furnace, fists like drums.

Thud!

Thud!

Thud!!!

This is how the Mountain-Breaking Earth-Shaking Fist should be practiced!

With each impact, qi blood and power flowed and rged, vast as great rivers rushing mightily.

Five tis, ten tis... twenty tis!

ng Chuan had already solved the mystery of breaking the martial arts limit; what remains is the sprint!

Exert more effort!

In the enclosed cultivation room, even with special material coatings, they could not block the stirring sound of fists and feet cutting through the air.

Startling the birds on the roof, flapping and flying, as if the entire building was shaking.

Not far from ng Chuan’s quiet chamber, Jue Ming hurried out to check the disturbance.

In the downstairs hall, the old monk also got up.

Looking towards the stairway’s end, his eyes squinted tightly.

Practicing True Skill fists continuously for twenty rounds?

Even without discussing physical endurance, rely the frequent transportation of qi blood, which martial arts master can withstand it?

If not for ng Chuan’s flesh and bones, enhanced by special qualities and many treasures, already beyond human.

Hard like teorite iron, flexible like dragon tendons.

For soone like him enduring such physical destruction, he would have long been drained, with torn mbranes and ruptured organs in repeated punch cycles!

Even ng Chuan was nearing his physical limit at this mont.

His entire body faintly flushed, like a cooked shrimp.

But breaking the limit is like this, not pushing the body to its limit, how can it emit new life?

The punch path grew fiercer, the earth fist intent weighty like mountains, crushing with each powerful punch.

Overall, his original domineering aura was added with a layer of stabilizing hue.

On the surface, he appeared stable, but upon contact, he exuded an undeniable intimidation!

As the punch path cycled repeatedly, the ridians galloped like unleashed horses, wildly charging ahead.

The transportation of qi blood through the ridians grew fiercer; comfort was for the dead, Mountain-Breaking Earth-Shaking Fist, thirtieth ti!

Earth was not initially his strength, naturally, he had to "risk his life" to seek the opportunity to break the limit.

Just 2% left, he didn’t want to rely on persistent insight to grind it out.

Let’s go face to face, now he’s also a martial arts genius!

Ti slowly ticked away.

At the fiftieth round, although ng Chuan hadn’t transford his magnetic field of intention, he was still ablaze all over...

The vapor rising around him, unsure whether it was blood or sweat.

He was like pumpkin porridge being brewed in a pot, a handful of firewood added in.

Burning fiercely, boiling completely.

Yet even so, ng Chuan never stopped his fists and feet.

His eyes glead with golden flas, fixed firmly on the void ford by his fists and feet.

Punch, continue!

Brewing the porridge was not satisfying enough, throw it into Taishang Laojun’s alchemy furnace!

Fire of tribulation refining true gold!

ng Chuan frowned tightly, the threshold of breaking the limit now like the calamity star in the sky, teetering on the brink.