With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal Chapter 703 - 578: Grandmaster! Three Punches!

Even the monks, seeing this scene, broke into a cold sweat.

If it were an ordinary second limit, they would have perished like fallen Bodhi leaves!

Looking down at ng Chuan, Liao Huo slowly extends his left hand, reversing the void.

A massive cloud is forcibly drawn to him, squeezed into a running elephant in his hand.

With tusks and large ears, unchanged is a body clad in dragon-scale armor.

"Second move."

The sound of dragon and elephant is like a stone tossed into a lake, stirring ripples of silence.

Only then did the monks realize that ng Chuan...

Withstood the giant elephant’s punch intent?

Quickly regaining focus, observing the collision of the second move!

Whoosh whoosh whoosh—!

Like the Golden Cudgel erging from an ear, instantly turning into a towering sea-stabilizing needle.

The elephant’s trunk swings remotely, suddenly crossing space barriers, a shadow of the whip fiercer than before lashes at the incoming firelight, the montum terrifying.

Clang!

In the pit, a figure has long vanished; wrapped in blazing flas, it suddenly leaps up, eyes locked fiercely on the dragon-elephant.

In his vision, heaven and earth have beco empty.

The world in his eyes is as if turned into a blank sheet of paper, only splashes of black ink bursting forth!

On this blank sheet, dodge!

At the mont the elephant’s trunk swings down, a terrifying feeling cuts through the air behind.

Boom!

The world suddenly changes, ink floods the entire sheet of paper.

The Grandmaster’s punch intent covers heaven and earth; there is no concept of dodging!

The world abruptly changes, the white paper completely turns black.

Yet within this darkness, only a streak of thunder light charges, shredding the surrounding darkness, leaving room for a corner.

The dragon-elephant is indeed formidable, but not facing the ink splash directly; ng Chuan can barely resist!

Fragnted punch intents scatter all around.

ng Chuan’s mind and entire body feel like pulp.

It’s like walking alone at night, soone close behind, hamring your skull!

Dong!!!

In ng Chuan’s vision, mountains and rivers transform into flowing lines.

Energy flows like ink coloring rivers, vegetation twists into swirling ink dragons, and mountains rise and fall like giants coming to life roaring at the sky!

True Gang!

The power of Martial Arts True Gang!

ng Chuan’s eyes deepen, astonishnt surges.

Is this what is called Martial Arts True Gang?

Nearing that day going to the "real world," the energy source making the dead things live again!

Qi!

Or sothing else?

The essence of Martial Arts True Gang is altering the human body, recreating the earthly "Qi"?

No ti to ponder.

Beneath his feet, the Cloud-Ascending Ladder holds him aloft, level eyes et the dragon-elephant at the cloud’s edge for a mont.

Lines flicker as if chaotic radio waves dissipate entirely, heaven and earth restored before ng Chuan’s eyes.

Torn, twisted, and flickering, dragon body mingled with grass collapses, bows down turning into a pool of stillness, mockingly watching him.

What truly is Martial Arts True Gang?

ng Chuan forms his judgnt.

Alter the human mind, perception of things!

So Celestial Demons possess similar thods.

Be it force fields or spiritual power assaults, or so cunningly elental demonic Qi.

But without exception, only the most potent Celestial Demons possess them.

Twisting faith and ntal concepts, blocking senses and controlling force fields, using emotions to invade will, mimicking parasitic like venom.

According to the Cosmic Realm...

In those with divine blood, holding noble status, among ancestor generations, the so-called "deities" appeared!

Divine Power?

If by the Cosmic Realm’s saying, this is a kind of deity’s power?

Can the power of Martial Arts, the might of True Gang be sowhat seen as a divine power?

How strong is Divine Power?

ng Chuan doesn’t know; he has never encountered the so-called "deities" of the Cosmic Realm.

Only clashing with small demons who claim connection to deities.

The True Gang power before him, compared to the cognitive alteration power possessed by those small demons.

Far superior!

Of course, this is a Martial Arts Grandmaster, hundreds of tis stronger than Tiger Demon’s ilk.

What power does the seventh-tier Celestial Demon Marshal who can squash a Martial Arts Grandmaster possess, ng Chuan doesn’t know either...

Overall, he has glimpsed the secrets of Martial Arts True Gang.

As for overcoming it, he has so speculation.

The noisy inner scene, perceiving from inside out, the white paper heaven and earth becos thin.

Uphold martial arts will!

The stronger the will, the more resistance against such cognitive twisting power.

If he wants to defeat the "Extremity Dragon Elephant" at next year’s dawn martial performance, aside from previous strategies, strengthening martial arts will is equally needed.

These thoughts flash by like lightning.

Returning to the current situation, ng Chuan’s face remains inscrutable, his heart growing heavier.

There’s still the third punch.

If really facing the dragon elephant’s punch head-on...

"..."

ng Chuan vaguely sees the outco of his bones shattered all over...

Defeating the opponent, he never dread of.

Giving him two more super traits is wishful thinking.

Four mutations, and a similarly strong body.

The dragon elephant’s fist weight is unquestionable.

What to do?

Still must go on!

The three moves he spoke of, he must proceed with tears...

Manipulating Bone Flower to control bones, wrap around organs, avoiding the punch’s edge?

There’s a chance.

Let him strike the flesh.

Recovery ability is top-notch, won’t hinder martial training.

Simultaneously, ng Chuan wants to confront a punch head-on, see the physical gap between himself and a Grandmaster.

Inspired to act!

Gathering dozens of zhang of energy, regardless of attributes, transford into a mass of colorful liquid.

Whether compatible or opposing, all assimilated by ng Chuan, used for himself, his body emitting indescribable mixed hues, like throwing a palette into molten gold, a mouse overturning the paint tray.