With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal-Chapter 843 - 616: Once a Weak Frame Could Barely Hold a Sword, Now Divine Might Can Suppress Demons

Chapter 843: Chapter 616: Once a Weak Frame Could Barely Hold a Sword, Now Divine Might Can Suppress Demons

So young, truly deserving of the title "The Strongest Martial Extreme True Inheritance in History" as silently proclaimed by Northern United University.

At the same time, even the Grandmaster’s lips slightly curled up, unable to stop nodding, eyes full of appreciation for such an exceptional junior.

Listening to a thousand words can’t compare to meeting the person once.

This Meng Chuan!

Twenty years old!

Where the hell does he look anything like a twenty-year-old!

Truly a top prodigy nurtured by Great Chu’s highest institution!

In comparison, the students from their school are simply a bunch of blunt instruments...

Fighting the Steel Blaze to the limit, Meng Chuan used his immense control to calm his slightly panting heart and lungs.

Simultaneously, the grip on Fang Jianxing’s neck loosened slightly, allowing a bit of breath.

Fang Jianxing...

The once undefeatable great villain, now in his hand, is as weak as a mere plaything...

At this moment, with just a little force from his palm, he could easily end his life...

The blood feud of Tong Family Lane, Sister Ru.

Today shall be avenged.

Once too frail to wield a sword, now divine might quells the demon.

It’s not too late, is it...

Meng Chuan regretted that time couldn’t rewind, but still he was glad that this time, he seized the moment!

Fame or self, neither matters to him.

Practicing martial arts is bitter, whether it’s practicing punches day after day, or the body changes and pains during a breakthrough.

A martial artist, striving upward, inevitably faces endless trials, what is it all for?

What is it for!

What is it for!!!

Only belief can lead the way...

Every grievance has a source, every debt has an owner.

Having formally stepped into martial arts for just a few years, he has slain many demons.

The most memorable and unforgettable, however, is still the vial of poison from the chemical plant.

He had two chances from heaven, yet failed to save Liu Ru, who taught him boxing and stances, the Senior Sister who was like both a mentor and friend.

Now, with the great vendetta about to be settled, he is filled with a sense of empty satisfaction.

Staring at Fang Jianxing, all grievances in Meng Chuan’s heart dissipated.

The combination of three great pleasures in life is still incomparable to the exhilarating feeling of taking down an enemy.

Fang Jianxing was hoisted like a chick and was as defeated as a lost dog.

Resentment, unwillingness, hatred... all sorts of emotions churned and surged within his chest.

After thirty years of planning without error.

In the end, just one step short of the long-craved Thunder Skill.

One step, yet separated by rivers, mountains, and eighteen towering levels.

"Hello Xiaomeng, no need to call me director, it makes it seem like there’s a generation gap, you can just call me Brother Fang."

"Okay, Brother Fang."

"Brother Fang, you’re here. I just saw you on TV this morning, and now I see you in person this afternoon."

"I came today specifically to learn boxing from you, will you teach me or not?"

"Of course I will teach, Brother Fang, you should go change clothes first, Martial Arts Uniforms are relatively loose and more comfortable for practicing boxing."

"..."

"Don’t be nervous, it’s just a simple chat."

"What do you want to chat about?"

"Chat about... what you plan to cultivate in the future."

"Primordial Spirit Thunder Planting Skill."

"..."

His eyes deeply conceal his unwillingness, his recollection interrupted.

Fang Jianxing noticed a slight slack in the breath control, allowing him to speak again.

Struggling twice, he also felt the looming threat of devastating fire around him.

Not adept in physical attacks, with his spiritual power almost exhausted by the Arhat.

Plus, with the Red Refining Banner taken, today is doomed...

Fang Jianxing didn’t want to curse more; winning or losing, with more words it becomes mere noise.

Only the evil intent and regret in his eyes almost turned tangible.

"Meng Chuan, my biggest regret is letting you live until today, that night I should have killed you along with your uncle, if only..."

Meng Chuan calmly interrupted:

"If given another chance, you would make the same choice for the Thunder Skill."

Fang Jianxing’s eyes froze, instantly dimming.

Heh heh...

Sigh——

A breath escaped, and Fang Jianxing suddenly seemed decades older.

Skin wrinkled subtly, mixed with goosebumps, looking extremely eerie.

Can’t deny, Meng Chuan was right.

He is just one of those who will stop at nothing to achieve his goals!

Ultimately, it’s all driven by desire and greed.

But really...

Who in this world can be without desires?

It’s merely the unfairness of fate.

Even risking everything for it, what the heavens don’t allow you to learn remains elusive like catching the moon in a well, a mere mirage.

It was only at this moment that Fang Jianxing deeply understood the words previously said to him by the Parasite Association leader [Ying].

"Trying to escape fate is inherently a part of the predetermined course of fate..."

Recalling Ying, Fang Jianxing suddenly comprehended many things.

"Is your mentor Luo Guanyun dealing with Ying in Japan?"

Meng Chuan’s expression remained indifferent, not answering Fang Jianxing’s question.

Contemplating for a moment, he communicated:

"You are not qualified to question me. To be honest, I might consider giving you a quick end.

Why did you call [Principal Yin] earlier?"

It’s also that one sentence that tricked him into returning to Jiaoda, causing himself to fall into a trap, later barely surviving the deadly battle with the Steel Blaze.

Regarding Yin Tianshou, Meng Chuan has always been wary.

But without solid evidence, it remains unresolved.

Just like Fang Jianxing in front of him, willing to do so much for the Thunder Skill.

Even as a Martial Arts Venerable, Yin Tianshou couldn’t escape the mundane.

Martial Arts is sometimes vast, other times small.

It’s vast enough to carry the hope of the world; only with Martial Arts leading humanity’s dimension higher can the [Shanghao Demon God] be kept at bay.

But to an individual, it’s insignificant.

The great power concentrated in one, just like the ancient saying in the era of martial arts, "A hero violates the law with martial arts."