Chapter 1207 - 712: The First Law, Sword Qi Thunder, and Fist Intent Trial! (Part 3)
Buzz—
As the airflow spread, his body underwent another incredible transformation.
In the blink of an eye, he "floated" into Mu Nianxin’s view, bypassing the net of swords at an unthinkable speed, and stood not far from her.
That was a figure almost ten zhang tall...
Mysterious gray patterns flowed on his skin.
Underneath the flowing gray aura, it appeared completely black, with muscles that were toned and firm but not exaggerated, reflecting a dark luster from the crevices and valleys.
The bulging veins were beating high, outlining complex and twisted patterns on the black muscle skin, like totems or unfolding petals.
His black hair danced wildly in the wind, growing wantonly, yet it hovered behind his head under the influence of the surrounding magnetic field. As he channeled his aura, the magnetic field exploded like dragons and serpents dancing, bringing an overwhelming sense of oppression.
The yin and yang energies did not seem to blend but collided violently, reaching a strange balance within the exceedingly compatible body.
Wang Chongyi stared at the screen, and the first word that sprang to his mind was...
"Monster..."
Though it wasn’t the first time he’d seen Meng Chuan reverse cultivate yin and yang, each time left him in awe.
"Mu Nianxin lost."
Chen Zhiming looked at the screen and concluded in his mind.
He no longer watched the live broadcast but rewound the footage a few seconds to the moment when Mu Nianxin unleashed the True Gang and shot out an ice spike.
"The number of star True Gangs Mu Nianxin mustered shouldn’t be small, yet it’s unable to break through Meng Chuan’s defense..."
Chen Zhiming silently pondered.
...
The snow roared, and the white waves surged.
Meng Chuan recalled something, his gaze on his opponent becoming increasingly dangerous.
He had promised Yang Yuelian to give her senior sister a swift end.
The True Gang, as it was, he had already experienced, and it wasn’t much.
So then...
In his Infinite True Demon state, Meng Chuan slowly stretched out his arms...
Red vein lines on his body writhed, emitting a bewitching red glow, as the twisted muscles tensed even tighter, compressed by violently contracting veins, akin to a spring flattened into thin paper.
An even more intimidating aura expanded rapidly outward from him, unbeknownst, even halting the wind and snow.
The pressure descended upon Mu Nianxin, who appeared as serene as a fairy. Her earlobes flushed red, her eyes seemingly resolute but actually somewhat flustered.
Her chest was distinctly heaving.
Facing Meng Chuan in such a form, Mu Nianxin felt as if she were being crushed on a fundamental level of life.
At this moment, the unease and sense of crisis in her heart were almost tangible.
Mu Nianxin summoned back her sword light, as thunder rumbled overhead.
The recalled sword Qi formed a lotus shape and repelled its surroundings, standing by for a fierce showdown.
In the next instant, within her heightened senses, she realized that the massive form of Meng Chuan standing still had suddenly elongated into black streaks.
Only then did she realize that Meng Chuan was swiftly closing in on her!
And then—
"Fairy Mu, be careful."
Meng Chuan’s deep voice resonated by her ear, not loudly, yet it thundered in her heart!
Whoosh—
The rolling white waves were blasted forth by his fist, he moved too fast, and Mu Nianxin was hit before she could react at all.
The "Sword Qi Lotus" was punched through like a paper screen, its radiance dissipating.
Only then did Mu Nianxin realize that the scenery around her was suddenly stretching out, her gaze arrestingly directed towards the snow-capped mountains.
In mid-air, her jade-like skin flashed gold and blue brilliance.
The True Gang protected her from internal destruction, yet it couldn’t resist the push from the enormous kinetic energy.
Layers of cloud-like air waves were pierced through by her back, and she barely managed to hover in mid-air by stepping continuously.
"Huff... Huff..."
Boom!
A beam of black and white light halted almost simultaneously with her, sending Mu Nianxin flying back into the sky again.
Before she could react, the streaming light turned again, slamming her in another direction.
Bam bam bam!
The expanded full defense of the True Gang swathed her into a gold-blue ball, making her resemble a punching bag constantly struck by black streaming light from all sides.
Each time she was hit, a part of her heart sank further.
Though the True Gang steadfastly shielded her, isolating the impacts of fists and feet.
But she knew, she had essentially lost...
Because the punch Meng Chuan used to break through Thomas had yet to be deployed!
"He’s using me as an experiment, testing the limits of True Gang..."
With her keen intelligence, in an instant, she understood Meng Chuan’s intentions.
Her heart was filled with shame and anger, her body heating up due to intense emotions.
She tried to struggle, but couldn’t make a dent in Meng Chuan.
Every impact of the immense force disrupted her actions instantly.
She wanted to catch Meng Chuan’s trajectory, but his attack rhythm was too fast, always retreating like lightning, giving her no chance.
The black airflow violently rubbed against the air, drawing visible fire lines, with the air filled with a burning smell, pungent and choking.
Meng Chuan’s body technique and martial arts were both impossibly fast.
Mu Nianxin could hardly believe this was the third major limit...
She wasn’t the only one who couldn’t believe it.
In the audience’s perspective, the ink black fire lines that intertwined seemed like a cage, tightly binding Mu Nianxin.
She seemed suspended in the air, unable to move, being invisibly beaten by the black airflow.
Some couldn’t believe the scene before them, mumbling at the screen:
"Is the gap between overlords really this wide?"
The barrage was full of shock at Meng Chuan’s display.
"Even the Emei Senior Sister got beaten up so thoroughly, just how strong is Meng Chuan?!"
"His speed is so fast, exceeding Mu Nianxin’s reaction capability, blow after blow, leading to this nakedly oppressive situation."
"It’s stable, it’s stable! With him, Chen Zhiming, and Grandmaster Liao Huo, the championship is definitely ours, Great Chu’s!"
Others, watching the slowed down footage of Mu Nianxin, kept exclaiming:
"Tsk tsk, Meng Chuan knows how to play..."
...
"Whoosh——"
The sound of inhalation exploded next to Mu Nianxin, her Heart Spirit tensing to the extreme, yet her expression was somewhat relieved.
Was it finally over?
Meng Chuan didn’t mobilize any energy; he just performed a habitual action before inducing Fist Intent.
True Martial Fist Intent, directing energy internally.
Kidney water subtly moved, countless water attribute energies pooled into a flowing river, soaring skyward in an instant.
Crossing the Inner Realm, gathering in his right fist.
At this moment, a cobalt blue glow shimmered across his entire right arm.
"True Martial Fist Intent·Water."
A seemingly simple punch, yet for some reason, Mu Nianxin sensed a tremendous threat.
Or rather, just upon seeing that cobalt glow for a moment, she was already drenched in sweat...
That layer of light was wrapped by immense force, like a thousand feet of wild waves pouring down from the sky, crashing heavily onto her body.
Boom!!!
The sound of shattering from Mu Nianxin’s body was drowned by the roar of the waves.
True Gang was as fragile as thin paper, the golden-blue glow dissipated into the air like mist, along with the figure disappearing without a trace.
Everything stilled, Meng Chuan’s muscles slowly contracting to normal.
The gray energy escaping from his pores resembled that of an upside-down Celestial River, eventually forming a gigantic Yin-Yang Fish Diagram, hovering behind Meng Chuan.
"Just by activating the Infinite True Demon State, he thoroughly crushed Overlord Mu Nianxin, not bad...
I wonder if my last punch can give her some enlightenment..."
...
Mu Nianxin was sent back to the preparation room, suddenly waking from her stupor, her expression somewhat vacant.
She curled herself on the bed, her expression difficult to suppress, tears weltering at the corners of her eyes.
Soon, those tears evaporated and dissipated on her now resolute face.
Losing so badly, losing to a Martial Arts Master, is quite shameful.
But her opponent was Meng Chuan of the Northern United University, who had already stood out in this competition and was vaguely lauded as the "First Genius of Great Chu" even before the games.
Losing to him... isn’t really shameful, is it...
Mu Nianxin consoled herself inwardly, for she knew it would be difficult for her to win back.
Today she lost so badly...
Her impenetrable body, speed seemingly faster than Arthur, terrifying explosive power...
Meng Chuan’s age was much younger than her, and the gap in realm was continuously narrowing.
If he also mastered Gang Qi as a Martial Arts Grandmaster, perhaps the moment he launched the first punch, the match would have already ended...
"Losing to Arthur was due to my carelessness and facing an uncanny Divine Power, which I did not notice at the time.
This time, it was outright oppression..."
Mu Nianxin reflected on herself, sighing quietly, when suddenly her expression froze, recalling something.
"Meng Chuan’s last punch..."
It seemed like a normal Fist Intent induced by channeling energy, a very high-level technique for ordinary people, but as simple as eating or drinking for a Martial Arts Grandmaster.
Yet she clearly observed that there wasn’t even the slightest bit of energy from heaven and earth entering Meng Chuan’s body!