With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal-Chapter 91 - 90: Liu Ru’s Decision, Frail Flesh and Blood

He barely moved, lightly stepping on the wooden stakes. Each step seemed slow, yet in an instant, he burst forth with astonishing speed, crossing seven to eight meters.

The students beneath the stakes watched intently. Moments later, Meng Chuan flipped off the stakes, and exclamations of awe rose continuously.

"Damn, Senior Brother’s Inch Step is simply remarkable."

"Yeah, if I could follow Senior Brother every day, my progress would definitely be rapid."

In the crowd, Liu Ru’s lips also curled up slightly, clapping and praising:

"Your achievement in Inch Step has already surpassed mine."

Meng Chuan smiled upon hearing this, nodded slightly, and didn’t say more.

After Meng Chuan turned around, Liu Ru’s gaze gradually calmed down.

A hint of caution flashed in her eyes that was almost imperceptible.

"This kid is improving too fast, it feels like it’s almost the sixth level. Jing was right, if we don’t act early, there will be endless trouble."

After the surrounding students digested his performance just now, Meng Chuan prepared to give them pointers one by one before practicing his fists.

"Your steps are too hurried, your center of gravity is unstable."

"Every step must land firmly. Find a support point before moving to the next step."

Saying this, he stepped forward and gently pressed this student’s shoulder, indicating for them to relax.

The student adjusted their posture according to Meng Chuan’s instructions, indeed becoming much steadier.

Gradually, under Meng Chuan’s meticulous guidance, everyone found their footing in Inch Step practice, with movements becoming increasingly smooth.

A usually silent student couldn’t help but speak up:

"I’ve been practicing for days without making progress. One pointer from Senior Brother finally got me on track."

At this time, a tall figure walked out from the private training room in the depths of the martial hall.

Luo Guanyun had just finished a private teaching course with a student and stood before Meng Chuan, eyes full of admiration.

He softly said:

"Good, well done teaching."

He could see that his disciple’s Inch Step had long reached perfection, mastering power and rhythm to perfection.

In recent days, Luo Guanyun had been worried about his disciple’s mental state after consecutive fights, so even his speaking tone had softened a lot.

These little details made Meng Chuan respect his master even more.

"Let’s go to the Martial Arts Chamber, I’ll check how your fist skills are."

It was rare for Luo Guanyun to have free time during the day, Meng Chuan nodded and followed.

On the side, Liu Ru quickly buried her thoughts upon seeing Luo Guanyun appear.

The venom in her body anxiously drummed, desperately retreating to the depths of her spirit platform, not daring to let Luo Guanyun notice.

Only after seeing the two leave did she let out a sigh of relief.

"Seize the time, find a chance to kill Meng Chuan, devour this body, and immediately retreat to the Demon Nest."

...

Inside the personal Martial Arts Chamber.

As soon as he started teaching Meng Chuan, Luo Guanyun’s true nature was revealed, no longer maintaining the earlier gentle demeanor.

"Bring out the energy you had when killing, use force!"

Meng Chuan listened to Master Luo’s angry roar, secretly steeling himself.

Imagining the scene at the time, he suddenly burst into momentum!

At times, his fists returned like swallows hitting water, gentle yet revealing a strength, the force erupting as the wind from his punches whistled inside the room.

At times, his body would crouch down, and when springing up, the powerful force would crash into the wooden stakes.

For a moment, the stakes swayed non-stop like tumblers, the air filled with flying wood chips.

Luo Guanyun drilled Meng Chuan relentlessly, refusing to stop until he was exhausted.

Three hours later, seeing Meng Chuan’s fists and palms red, he finally called for a brief rest.

"Rest for a while, we’ll continue in a bit."

"Yes, Master Luo."

Meng Chuan looked at the calluses and scarred red marks on his hands, feeling not the slightest dissatisfaction.

If you want comfort while practicing martial arts, then it’s impossible to achieve anything noteworthy.

His thoughts surged as he picked up a long, thin splinter from the scattered wood chips, and applied slight pressure to his palm.

Only to feel a slight prick in his palm, but it didn’t pierce through.

Gradually, a small red dot emerged under his skin, which disappeared with a gentle wipe of his hand.

"The Qi Nourishing Armor Technique is indeed top-tier Hard Skills. Just at the introductory stage, even without intentionally toughening my hands, I’ve developed a pair of sturdy palms."

"As I progress, surely my hands will become as solid as iron, incredibly strong!"

The callused calluses from hand fist training, combined with the Qi Nourishing Armor’s enhancement.

Hitting with fists relies on a pair of hands, the harder they are, the more they can become lethal weapons in actual combat!

"No wonder the ancients said that chivalry uses martial arts to break prohibitions. In ancient times without firearms, a pair of iron palms combined with hard skills and armor sufficed to roam the martial world without restraint!"

Several encounters had not only invigorated Meng Chuan but also made him cherish his life more.

Before becoming a Martial Arts Family member and possessing True Qi protection, the flesh and blood body is still too weak.

He must rigorously practice Hard Skills!

The next time he encounters such an enemy, he wants to make them truly despair.

The enemy would be unable to harm him, while he could shatter them with a single punch!

Thinking of this, Meng Chuan glanced at his master with a bold idea in mind.

He wanted Master Luo to help him condition a round.

Suddenly, he imagined Luo’s giant hand enveloped in arcs, and a shiver couldn’t help but run down his spine.

"Meng Chuan, oh Meng Chuan, you’ve become overconfident."

Luo Guanyun, keenly aware of his disciple’s gaze, suspiciously opened his mouth:

"I see you’re well-rested, get up and continue!"

...

Another two hours of relentless training with Master Luo finally ended, missing the martial hall’s meal time.

Meng Chuan had no choice but to eat large spoonfuls of the medicinal paste he carried to restore his energy.

With school recently closed and unable to find Teacher Chen Tie for conditioning, Meng Chuan sought help from several students at the martial hall.

The students were all very enthusiastic about this kind of thing, especially Le Ping’s enthusiasm was the highest.

Since Le Ping had helped him once before, gaining some experience, Meng Chuan called upon Le Ping and two other sturdy-looking students.

Over half an hour later.

After another round of conditioning, Meng Chuan felt significant improvement.

Even using wooden sticks felt unsatisfying, as his mind drifted to Teacher Chen Tie’s big hands.

Noticing Meng Chuan’s lack of satisfaction, Le Ping pulled out a steel pipe from behind.

"Brother Chuan, not satisfied?"

"Want to try this?"

"..."

Meng Chuan snatched the steel pipe, hitting it against his hand repeatedly.

"Sure, while I’m only getting hit, now let’s switch, and I’ll help you condition your outer skills!"

...

At five in the afternoon.

Luo Guanyun smilingly said:

"Very good, stop worrying about those Demon Path nuisances, focus on your training and become a Martial Arts Family."

"When you look back then, those are but rats in the gutters."

Meng Chuan nodded vigorously in agreement, indeed detesting the Demon Path followers!

"Your progress has been increasingly rapid lately. At this rate, by the time of the martial examination, you can surely achieve Perfection in Luo’s Eight Extremes."

"The power of Luo’s Eight Extremes at Perfection is no weaker than some top-tier Martial Arts. In fact, some top skills not adept at explosive power are even less effective."

"However, top-tier fist skills are still worth learning. Once you’ve mastered Luo’s Eight Extremes and entered the top three levels of a Martial Artist, I’ll teach you a new top-tier fist skill,

you can find time to practice it. With the foundation of Luo’s Eight Extremes, your practice speed won’t be slow."

Top-tier fist skills, when practiced, require significant body energy consumption. An intermediate Martial Artist practicing it burdens the body too much and is prone to injury.

Additionally, during practice, it requires a massive Qi and Blood Value to drive its operation. If Qi and Blood are insufficiently forced, it risks channel overload and rupture.

Meng Chuan nodded:

"Understood, Master Luo."

Then he continued:

"Master Luo, my Inch Step has reached Perfection. Is there a new Body Technique suitable for me?"

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