Chapter 1248 - 724: Nephew, Prepare to Die! No Successor Will Ever Stand Beside Him Again! (Part 3)
Kill!
Kill!
Kill!
The shocking thunder strike cracked the earth’s surface, two Thunder Eyes with awe-inspiring power.
In the midst of the thunderstorm, Meng Chuan danced wildly as if a dragon traveling the high skies, weaving clouds and rain, driving winds and electricity, the Deadly Blade in his hand flaying the enemy!
In just half an incense stick’s time, Liao Huo was transformed into a bloody Bodhisattva!
Ghastly wounds covered his entire body; he had never been so wretched, forced to use the Secret Technique [Diamond Heavenly Dharma Body] to seal his wounds, retaining the blood as new energy, boiling his blood to seek desperate chances for victory!
A vertical eye grew on Bright King’s forehead, the strong scent of blood lingering and unable to dissipate, enveloping his Dharma Body Zhuji, adding to his terrifying aura, his Qi Power soaring, the Elephant Lord in his hand soaked in blood, scarlet blade aura swirling around the sword, spanning hundreds of feet!
Clang—!
The halberd clashes with the sword, yet the Big Halberd, empowered by Shocking Power wielded by its handler, forcefully pushed forward.
Leaving no room for the opponent to catch their breath, Meng Chuan, wielding the storm, thrust the halberd once more, strands of black light entwining the Five Thunders, scattering brilliant colors; beautiful and yet filled with bright killing intent, oppressive as a knife’s edge.
Liao Huo’s cheeks grew redder than the blood on his body, no different from the red-faced Vajra enshrined at the altar, burning with rage!
But rage was useless!
Kill!
Kill again!
Meng Chuan transformed into mist, elusive in the enraged monk’s perception.
When he reappeared, he was standing atop the Dragon Elephant, eyes fixed below its waist, targeting the forehead and neck, the wind and thunder roared in fury; swinging the halberd he struck down to subdue the demon, then slashed the enemy’s neck!
His right hand gripped the hilt of the knife, his left pushing up the blade’s tip, Liao Huo’s eyes fired up, brandishing the Elephant Lord to withstand the Halberd Blade.
Roar!!!
The sound of the heavy halberd’s tremor, akin to a furious thunder dragon’s roar, Thunder True Qi poured out freely in that instant, the "Halberd Slash" poised with undeniable might.
Ping—
The Elephant Lord was pushed away, Liao Huo staggered.
Only half of the immense force was released, the rest absorbed by his body, the imprint of the Diamond Heaven swayed precariously.
Imbued with the overflowing strength like Taihang surpassing the North Sea, it surged throughout his body, producing the sound "crash" as the blood water rippled, and all his wounds burst open once again.
[Rivers and Mountains Carry Sun and Moon], yet it couldn’t bear Meng’s immense force!
At this moment, even the Bright King’s Immovable Regalia seemed slightly illusionary, weakness pervading all limbs and bones, flowing through the body.
As strong as Liao Huo was, his physical strength wasn’t infinite.
The feeling of blood loss gradually filled his mind, his spirit began to scatter.
Without focusing, even the enemy before him started to blur, becoming distorted vision...
The crisis was far from ending, reflected within Liao Huo’s pupils were "two Meng Chuan," encircling him from left and right.
One thrusting the Big Halberd, his figure slightly illusionary.
Seeing this scene, Liao Huo regained his spirit.
Could it be that Meng Chuan was also faltering?
Yet the second Meng Chuan actually put away his weapons, barehanded!
"Hmm?!"
Liao Huo glared, Diamond Eyes filled with fury, the two Meng Chuan merged into one and appeared before his eyes in the next second.
Especially those Iron Fists, remarkably clear, blacker than the bottom of a sandpot!
Seeing Meng Chuan’s expression like a wolf about to succeed, fierce and unrestrained.
What’s the implication?
He’s going to use his fists to kill Liao Huo!
"Damn you Feng!"
His head full of black hair scattered wildly behind him.
His fists entwined with Yin Qi, black light shot everywhere!
Suddenly raising, his left fingers spread wide, transforming into a black-scaled dragon claw, forcefully clutching Liao Huo’s head.
The fingers exerted strength.
Squeeze with force!
Crack crack crack...
The sound of bones shattering was extraordinarily sharp.
Liao Huo’s seven orifices seeped blood, his features contorted and deformed!
Yet still couldn’t crush it.
Liao Huo’s head was the hardest head Meng Chuan had ever seen!
At this juncture, Liao Huo still frenziedly struggled, fists bashing out blood dragons and blood elephants, Bright King’s third eye spitting fire, karma ring sweeping.
He should retreat, continue exhausting.
But such exhilarating moments were approaching, he simply suppressed it, urging Elephant God within to resist karma.
Can’t care about anything else!
Ignoring Liao Huo’s dying struggle, frenzied punches, he continued squeezing his head with his left hand, the right fist formed into an Iron Fist and raised high!
An incomparably towering figure leaned down, completely enveloping every corner of the sky and earth in endless darkness!
Within the shadow, gray-white True Qi spilled freely with each punch, under the urging of true intention, all defensive measures by Liao Huo in weakened state were useless!
Slap!
The sound of skin and flesh sticking together!
Boom!
The explosion of bones and tendons!
With a punch, a thunderous roar and dragon scales are shattered in a grand symphony.
As the fist rises again, three zhangs of dark red beam shoot forth, the fist surface soaked with flesh paste!
Hit!
Hit!
Hit!
In front of the mountain gate hall, who turned into a blood-colored skeleton was him.
Today, the roles are reversed!
Meng Chuan’s gaze was deep as the bottom of a pond, but his heart was racing like a galloping steed.
The superficial wounds on his body only felt itchy, and in his audacity, he even wanted to tear them open to thoroughly enjoy a thrill!
This scene, witnessed by everyone watching through the screen, deeply felt Meng Chuan’s ferocious and bold aura coming straight at them!
So ruthless indeed!
In front of the screen, Seviss Long was gobbling down whole watermelons, the corner of his mouth splitting into a dragon’s smile.
Chewing with big bites, nodding repeatedly, his expression was rather satisfied.
"Such strength is worthy to be my whetstone."
Soon, he was eager to battle Meng Chuan!
As Meng Chuan’s fist landed, the ground beneath Liao Huo’s feet sank dramatically, and the two soon disappeared into the earth.
The spectators could only see rocks and soil being lifted from the ground by the gusts, only to be thoroughly eroded in the storm, turning into scattered powder.
A well-structured but cracked circular pit continued to spread outward.
The earth cracked like a spider web, stretching over a hundred zhang, still expanding!
"Amitabha..."
The monks trembled inwardly, lowering their eyes to pray for the Dragon Elephant Master.
Countless minds marveled, what an awe-inspiring Martial Arts Master!
Their tangled, inhuman muscle, each punch landing with fatal impact; the damage was indeed high, truly high damage!
When Meng Chuan breaks four, it may be difficult for any successors to stand shoulder to shoulder with him!
...
Vast, overwhelming power surged ceaselessly like tidal waves.
The pit was unfathomably deep, beyond a thousand meters.
Not only was Meng Chuan’s punch heavy, but Liao Huo also played a significant role.
He previously claimed—
"Even a sliver of skin falling to the ground weighs two taels."
According to Meng Chuan, even a drop of this guy’s blood is hefty, easily weighing one tael and a half upwards!
Blood gushed endlessly from his body, splattering on the rock wall, emitting green smoke and leaving craters like bullets.
Even more was pouring at his feet, scattering dust and forcing the pit to deepen continuously.
Bang bang bang!
Meng Chuan didn’t know how long he had been hitting, his bare torso mixed with sweat and blood, sticking together.
Sweat poured down like rain, making his fists feel swollen with red pain.
Yet he didn’t stop, continuing to strike.
The Dragon Elephant’s resilience made Meng flinch!
Until a certain moment, his mechanical punching motion gradually penetrated Liao Huo’s body, striking a black hole into the void.
His pair of golden eyes suddenly fixated, only then did he realize, the trapped beast could no longer endure!
Defeated!
Die for me!
Hollow, listless, shattered body, losing in form but not in stance.
Liao Huo held his suffering, using his last ounce of Qi Blood, thunderous voiced:
"Next time, we’ll battle again!"
As his form dispersed, Meng Chuan couldn’t suppress a face full of a smile.
Then he withdrew his fist, rejoicing and replying with laughter:
"Nephew Liao Huo, uncle never lingers for the defeated."
"..."
In Shaolin, there is no uncle-nephew regard, only respect among brothers and peers...
"Congratulations to Meng Chuan on defeating Liao Huo!
With unrivaled combat strength and resilient will, he laughed until the end in this pinnacle duel, nearly securing the first advancement spot in the first group!
Let’s look forward to him showcasing an even more dazzling brilliance in the upcoming tournament, bringing glory to Great Chu!"
The host’s voice was impassioned and excited, his shoulders trembling unnaturally with excitement.
This epic battle, he enjoyed it thoroughly!
...
Meanwhile, at the global Martial Arts family headquarters.
In the top-floor high-level conference room, Xun San, Cui Yunyu, Zhao Yingchun and others paused their work in silence, the room quiet enough to hear a pin drop.
The smart brain projection, the light screen dimmed with the end of the match.
Yet everyone was still savoring the moment just now, even Sui Chunqiu who entered subsequently stood still, momentarily unable to regain composure.
After a long while...
"That boy... truly avenged the Dragon Elephant with the body of Three Limits!"