This stake is really useful. If it were the previous iron-core stake, after this intense training, it would have been hammered into a misshaped stake.
After finishing such an exhilarating practice, Meng Chuan felt as excited as if he had just punched a dough, eager to spar with someone.
While exchanging experiences with classmates from the preparatory high school, Meng Chuan took out his phone to message his cousin.
Zong Ping's strength is gradually falling behind, aside from Xu Qingfeng, Meng Chuan only found Meng Jiaolong suitable for sparring here.
He waited for a while.
Meng Jiaolong still didn't reply, and Meng Chuan looked around the venue, basically seeing only students from the fifth or sixth rank.
At this moment, Zong Ping realized his intention, Meng Chuan's combative nature was activated again.
"Brother Chuan, the advanced martial artists above the seventh rank are all having real battle classes at the arena area on the second floor, why don't you go up and have a look?"
...
Meng Chuan stood below the stage and saw Chang Wei fighting against Lai Fu...
No wonder Meng Jiaolong didn't answer the phone, he was getting beaten on the second floor.
He watched the thin silhouette brutally assaulting Meng Jiaolong, moving with incredible speed like a flash of yellow light, weaving and dodging through the arena like electric currents.
Every time the two collided, a blood mark would appear on Meng Jiaolong's body.
Meng Chuan found it quite thrilling, not expecting the students of the United University to be so vigorous, applying full power even in sparring.
A moment later, observing the serious expressions of others in the scene, he felt something was amiss.
This Yellow-Shirted person is quite a master, extremely fast and ruthless, and Meng Chuan couldn't take his eyes off his movements.
Although Meng Jiaolong possesses the [Startled Cicada] attribute, he was constantly being used as a punching bag, with the opponent rubbing him against the ground, their strengths entirely mismatched.
Seeing the teacher at the ring ropes not making a sound, Meng Chuan was not qualified to intervene.
At this time, everyone below the stage was secretly relieved.
"Damn, glad I didn't get drawn to fight that freak Lin Yue."
"Yeah, with the Eight Trigrams Xu Qingfeng not here, anyone else fighting him would be bloodied, that kid's attacks are too vicious."
"The body is lacking, being mentally twisted is normal."
Beside them, Meng Chuan picked up on the implication, the Yellow-Shirted man sparring Meng Jiaolong seemed to have physical issues...
On the ropes, the teacher responsible for the practical combat silently counted, waiting until the one-hundredth move.
He instantly made a single hand gesture, spewing a light yellow Innate True Qi, completely separating the two.
Meng Chuan kept a calm face, this powerful hand of Innate True Qi, according to Master Luo, only the second major limit Martial Arts masters can unleash.
A credit to the United University Preparatory High School, their faculty strength is indeed remarkable.
"One hundred moves, stop Lin Yue."
"Okay."
A soft laugh escaped Lin Yue's throat, his figure suddenly halted.
His sharp fingertips still carried drops of blood, lifting them to his nose for a slight sniff.
The practical combat teacher, [Cloud Chasing Spear·Lu Zhuxiao], was also helpless.
Due to Zhao Jian's concerns lately, the school placed more attention on students' psychological issues.
Lin Yue is a typical case, but it was caused by his physical traits leading to a psychological disorder.
It has nothing to do with Demon Skills, he couldn't say anything.
Most critically, the more you try to hold him back, the more Lin Yue gets overexcited, each strike getting harsher.
"These issues should be left to his advisor to handle, not within my jurisdiction, I'm just here to teach students how to punch well."
...
Meanwhile, Meng Chuan's facial features were tense, the scene of sniffing blood was quite twisted.
Only then did Meng Jiaolong drag his injured body down, his naked arms covered with wounds.
They seemed severe, but luckily they were just superficial injuries.
With today's medical standards, applying some healing ointment for a few days would heal them, leaving no scars.
"Sigh, could this bastard be expelled? Every time there's a practical combat class and I run into him, my mood feels like attending a burial."
"He's the school favorite, they'd expel you before expelling him."
One hundred moves were Lin Yue's own rule, no matter who faces him on the arena, they must finish one hundred moves, or else.
"I will go insane~"
Lin Yue's eyes rapidly expanded with excitement, he scanned the scene below, looking somewhat unsatisfied.
Everyone below the stage avoided his gaze, it was damn frightening...
Only Meng Chuan was still frowning, a face full of dislike.
"Newcomer? By your look, what, don't like me?"
At this point, everyone's gaze turned towards Meng Chuan.
"Who is that?"
"No idea, is he newly transferred? Today's real combat class is for those above the seventh rank, he should have some skill."
Next to them, Meng Jiaolong recognized the familiar figure, although she looked very disheveled right now, she still stood up waving to greet him.
"Meng Chuan!"
He waved back, ignoring the freak on the stage.
"Meng Chuan? Why does the name sound familiar?"
"Zhao Jian! Zhao Jian was exposed as a Demon Path practitioner trying to kill him!"
"Also that thing, he broke Xu Qingfeng's arm in the joint exam, and it was done by someone named Meng Chuan."
Lately, there have been two matters constantly perched at the top on the school's internal forum.
The first matter, [Iron King Xu Qingfeng's stunted tomb breaking skill, Bold Diamond High Schooler Meng Chuan makes a show]
The second matter immediately overshadowed Xu Qingfeng's, topping the hot searches.
[Grade ten, class two, Zhao Jian exposed as Demon Path practitioner and executed, who's next?]
Everyone felt it was Lin Yue, but sadly, after multiple tests cleared him, he's simply a psychological deviant.
But without a doubt, both matters had Meng Chuan as their main character.
Truly absent in United University, yet his legend pervades the martial world.
Facing the curious gazes of the crowd, Meng Chuan accepted them gracefully.
"This guy's a bit formidable, rumors say he's mastered both internal and external techniques, his hard skills are incredibly strong. Can he defeat this freak?"
"I doubt it. Lin Yue recently broke through the eighth stage. Even if Meng Chuan boasts about being unbeatable at the seventh stage, he doesn't stand a chance at the eighth."
"I feel there's a chance. Lin Yue just broke through recently, the difference in Qi Blood isn't that significant."
At this moment, Lin Yue also knew Meng Chuan's identity.
He chuckled and said:
"Wanna give it a try?"
He crossed his arms in front of him, projecting a silent mockery.
The trait of "Wugen Sheng" brought him considerable discrimination and ridicule, which was the fundamental reason for his abnormal mentality.
Therefore, Lin Yue loved to unleash his inner bitterness on others.
Watching others suffer brought him a thrilling rush!
Encountering a new face was rare, he definitely seized the chance to vent ruthlessly!
Hearing Lin Yue's invitation, even Lu Zhuxiao's gaze turned to the "new student."
His expression carried a hint of anticipation.
"Lin Yue's arrogance just needs a powerful opponent to teach him a lesson. Wonder if Meng Chuan has the capability."
"Sigh, it's hard to say. The gap in Qi Blood is evident, coupled with Lin Yue's speed, this kid probably can't keep up."
At this time, Zong Ping, leading Meng Chuan upstairs, secretly tugged at his clothes and whispered:
"Brother Chuan, don't agree, this guy is ruthless."
At the moment, all eyes on and off the stage focused on him.
Meng Chuan declared loudly:
"Alright, let's fight."
He originally intended to find a master to spar with, and a competitor with such speed was a rare training partner.
Besides, he had protective gear on, ready to activate when he couldn't withstand it anymore. If the opponent still pressed on.
Meng Chuan glanced at the pitch-black "Steel Bone" watch on his wrist.
"Then I'll show him something fierce..."
With the thought gone, he made a move, the perfection level "Cloud-Ascending Ladder" suddenly erupted, leaping from seven or eight meters away to the ring.
"The Cloud-Ascending Ladder is well-practiced, it's perfected. However, there's still a bit of a gap with Lin Yue."
Lu Zhuxiao silently thought, as a master of Elephant Form, Cloud-Ascending Ladder was an essential technique, he could instantly gauge Meng Chuan's body technique proficiency.
But Meng Jiaolong's second-tier Elephant Form body technique was also perfected, yet still could not match Lin Yue's speed.
Because Lin Yue had nearly mastered the first-tier Elephant Form body technique "Eight Steps to Catching a Cicada"!
Meng Jiaolong, having treated his wounds, joined the front of the stage to cheer for Meng Chuan.
His left eye, with smokey makeup, was bruised, and the high ponytail at the nape of his neck bounced with his raised fist cheering.
"Meng Chuan, avenge me!"
Seeing this, Zong Ping's habitual antics resurfaced, joining in to shout:
"Win and let Brother Chuan give a kiss!"
"A kiss is a kiss!"
Meng Chuan was speechless, Zong Ping's mouth was indeed more formidable than his fists.
...
On the ring, the two took positions and introduced themselves.
"Lin Yue, Qi Blood eighth stage, proficient in first-tier Elephant Form fist skill 'Bone-Crushing Hand' and first-tier body technique 'Eight Steps to Catching a Cicada.'
This was a formidable opponent, regardless of his martial prowess, Meng Chuan clasped his fist and said:
"Meng Chuan, Qi Blood seventh stage, second-tier Fire Attribute fist skill 'Master Luo's Eight Extremes,' please teach me."
Meng Chuan's self-introduction stirred a great commotion among the onlookers.
"What kind of fist skill is Master Luo's Eight Extremes? How can a second-tier skill compete with a first-tier one?"
"Sigh, this kid's going to suffer, Lin Yue this freak just loves giving special attention to newcomers."
The opponents disdainfully retorted:
"You're so pragmatic, you just called him brother, and hearing it's second-tier fists, you call him kid?"
Some who strongly disliked Lin Yue consoled:
"Not necessarily. You must know, the strongest weapon of an old fist master isn't agility but proficiency.
Lin Yue's Bone-Crushing Hand is at most skillful, this Master Luo's Eight Extremes seems to have some life to it, maybe... it can win?"
The crowd originally had some confidence in Meng Chuan, but now, hearing about his background, they began worrying for him.
Because Lin Yue possessed the "Wugen Sheng" trait, even though it meant he was born without roots.
Yet it brought him extraordinary martial arts comprehension, mastering skills with ease, renowned for eliminating burdens and adapting naturally!
Since young, he had delved deeply into metal attribute fists, not just the Bone-Crushing Hand.
Second-tier fist skill "Heart-Punching Sword" perfected! "Sleeve Blade" perfected!
At this moment, even Meng Jiaolong started to have second thoughts.
"Anyway, Meng Chuan's tougher than Xu Qingfeng, he sure won't get hurt."
As the two were about to start the battle, Lu Zhuxiao, acting as referee, stretched his hand to pause:
"Hold on a moment."
He walked aside, picked up his phone, the incoming display showed it was the principal calling.
...
"It's the principal, I understand."
He hung up the phone, walked back onto the ring with a serious expression.
Just now, Principal Yang Huan had spoken to him about the matter regarding the student in front of him.
"Zhuxiao, treat Meng Chuan as a student of the United University, teach normally, and foster his sense of belonging."