With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal Chapter 98 - 97: Complete Domination, Power of Will

His voice rang clear in the noisy arena, with a hint of familiar banter.

Chen Xuewu noticed ng Chuan and imdiately broke into a joyous smile, greeting enthusiastically.

"Brother ng, you’re right on ti."

"Don’t tease , I got held up by traffic on the way."

Chen Xuewu had just finished sparring with the instructor and was brimming with battle spirit.

So he issued an invitation without hesitation:

"Brother ng, co up and have a bout with !"

ng Chuan gladly accepted, using the technique of the Cloud-Ascending Ladder to leap onto the stage.

"Brother ng’s body technique is excellent!"

As ng Chuan appeared, soone sharp-eyed in the crowd imdiately recognized him.

So of the older students, who had been training for a long ti, began to introduce him to the new students.

"It’s him; he’s the champion of the last Martial Arts Club ranking match, and his strength is no joke!"

Liu Sanduo also reminded them:

"All of you, keep your eyes wide open and observe closely. A duel between Xingyi masters is far more beneficial than training on your own till you’re exhausted.

Pay attention to the way they use their Fist Skills; you might learn a lot of essentials from it!"

So students who were previously practicing their Fist Skills stopped what they were doing and gathered around the stage.

Their eyes were filled with curiosity and expectation; they all wanted to see for themselves if he was as amazing as rumored.

"Go senior brother, senior brother will surely win!"

The cheers for Chen Xuewu resounded from the audience, giving him the ho advantage.

Liu Sanduo flipped onto the stage to act as the referee, this ti keeping his words concise.

He cast his gaze over ng Chuan and his disciple, saying in a deep voice:

"Friendship first, competition second, stop when the point is made."

After a brief pause, Liu Sanduo suddenly raised his arm and loudly announced:

"Begin!"

In an instant, the atmosphere on the stage beca tense.

Both were skilled in Xingyi, emphasizing that even though they do not move often, when they do, it’s astonishing.

Both were pacing slowly, focusing their Heart Spirits to find a flaw in each other’s movents.

Chen Xuewu was the first to make a move; he lunged forward with swift step like a thunderbolt.

He packed his fist full of Dark Strength, causing the air to whistle, aiming directly for ng Chuan’s temple.

He believed that with ng Chuan’s skill, he wouldn’t be hit by the first punch.

Sure enough, he was not disappointed. ng Chuan slightly tilted his head to the side, and his opponent’s fist wind brushed past his hair.

"What courage!"

Watching from the side, Liu Sanduo felt a pang of worry for his disciple.

"This young man handles combat details expertly, avoiding unnecessary evasive moves to conserve energy, very daring yet ticulous."

Before ng Chuan could react, Chen Xuewu rushed forward alone, his fists swung in rapid succession, the Bajiquan short punches "slapping" the air as they exploded.

A barrage of Fist Strengths ford a net, covering ng Chuan’s form.

"Aweso, senior brother, keep going!"

The crowd below the stage didn’t seem to need more details. All they saw was Chen Xuewu’s fierce onslaught, making it look like he had the upper hand for now.

Faced with the relentless oncoming attack, ng Chuan calmly countered with Old Liu’s way, like a shadow moving with the wind.

His entire form appeared ethereal and elusive, frequently dodging the imprints of his opponent’s fists.

He cald his Heart Spirit, seizing the mont when Chen Xuewu retracted his fist, and swiftly ducked down to claw at his abdon.

Chen Xuewu was actually prepared earlier, jumping back and rolling on the ground to avoid it.

But even from a distance, ng Chuan’s claw was fierce and swift, with an inexplicable aura that, upon realisation, made Chen Xuewu break out in a cold sweat.

Chen Xuewu on the stage couldn’t understand it, but Liu Sanduo, as a mber of the Martial Arts Family, naturally saw the signs.

"Sigh, Xuewu is bound to lose. This kid, ng Chuan, his resolve is forging his own path."

The focus returned to the stage, where the match had entered a fervent phase.

After failing his first strike, ng Chuan did not pause for even a mont, instantly unleashing a quick step as if an arrow left the string to stay glued to his target.

His hands, nimble like fish searching for pearls in the deep sea, launched rapid jabs at the rolling Chen Xuewu, fist shadows danced so swiftly they were dazzling to the eyes.

Chen Xuewu also reacted extrely fast, continuously rolling to evade ng Chuan’s assaults extravagantly.

ng Chuan’s fists carried furious energy, hitting the stage surface heavily.

With several muffled "whoosh whoosh whoosh" sounds, that stage, made of extra-thick rubber and resin, was punctured with deep, small holes one after another.

It must be ntioned that this stage surface is famous for its sturdiness, a usual Martial Artist’s full-strength hit would at most leave a shallow depression.

To pierce holes in it required unimaginable, monstrous strength.

Yet at this mont, ng Chuan’s expression was relaxed and casual, even with a slight smile tugging at his lips.

It was as if the previous devastating attack hadn’t exerted much effort.

The audience originally thought the senior brother was gaining the upper hand, but seeing this scene, they were all stunned.

Silence fell over the venue, and only the sound of rapid, overlapping breaths filled the air.

Finally, soone in the audience couldn’t help but gasp in amazent:

"Damn, if that punch hit , I’d probably be punctured through!"

Equally, soone voiced their concern for Chen Xuewu:

"The opponent’s Fist Strength is too ferocious, if senior brother takes a hit, he might have to concede."

After dodging for a while, Chen Xuewu finally found an opportunity, sliding from the ground to grab ng Chuan’s leg and climbed up, intending to choke ng Chuan using grappling skills.

Yet ng Chuan’s strength was extrely astonishing, with just a casual shake of the arm, a powerful, invisible shock force shook Chen Xuewu’s grip away.

Imdiately following, ng Chuan, like a flash, extended a single hand, sharply grasping Chen Xuewu’s body with precision.