With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal
Chapter 135 - 124: Five Senses, Zen Heart Roaring Tiger (3k)

Chapter 135: Chapter 124: Five Senses, Zen Heart Roaring Tiger (3k)

Meng Chuan smoothed out his clothes, packed the Taoist symbol properly, and prepared to rendezvous with Qi Fei and the other person.

At this moment, rustling sounds came from the dense forest behind, and the sound of pebbles rolling reached his feet.

The recognized favorite to win this joint exam.

Xu Qingfeng finally arrived!

...

Xu Qingfeng’s hair was styled like ancient times, tied into a knot with a wooden hairpin.

His figure was graceful, exuding an indescribable sense of freedom.

Meng Chuan looked down to check the locator on his waist; Xu Qingfeng had the Taoist symbol.

At the same time, the red dot representing the Taoist symbol in Qi Fei’s hand was rapidly approaching him.

There were only two possibilities: Qi Fei was being chased or had already had his Taoist symbol taken.

"Brother Meng is impressive; eliminating Jiaolong in such a short time, I admire you,"

Xu Qingfeng casually saluted with a smile. Meng Chuan couldn’t detect any hostility from him, as if he were an old friend.

"What brings Brother Xu here?"

"Nothing much, I originally intended to help Jiaolong, but since the outcome is decided, let’s meet at the mountaintop."

With that, Xu Qingfeng saluted with a smile and retreated into the mountain forest.

"Although Meng Jiaolong was eliminated by him, it’s best not to conflict here to prevent Yanhua’s people from taking advantage.

"Can’t hold back anymore, quickly strategize a treasure location, take the Taoist symbol, and then find Zhao Jian to meet at the mountaintop."

Meng Chuan watched the other party leave and sensed from his perception that the opponent’s Qi blood was as mighty as a river.

"This person should be my biggest rival, and probably not far from the eighth level..."

...

Swish, swish, swish!

A slender hand casually tore away obstructing branches, her jade feet lightly touched treetops, her figure flew like a black tiger across a gorge, swiftly landing on another tree.

Then she snapped off a branch, flicked it backhand like a sharp sword piercing through the air, aiming straight at Qi Fei.

The branch sank deeply into the soil like a chopstick piercing tofu, only the top was exposed to the air.

Zheng Zhenzhen shouted from behind:

"If you dare run again, the next shot will hit your leg!"

Qi Fei was instantly frozen in place, not daring to move.

"Bad luck, I didn’t know where this tigress came from."

Qi Fei and another person originally hid as Meng Chuan instructed, waiting for him to arrive.

Instead of Meng Chuan, it was this tigress who could crush a boulder single-handedly!

The other person sacrificed himself to protect the Taoist symbol and had already been eliminated by her. Qi Fei was also in imminent danger.

"Not running anymore? Hand over the Taoist symbol!"

Zheng Zhenzhen slapped down on the giant tree beneath her, using the recoil to shoot forward behind Qi Fei like an arrow.

Raising her hand, she was about to pin Qi Fei to the ground to search him.

"Brother Chuan!"

"Hmm, who?"

Zheng Zhenzhen instantly turned her head to observe the surroundings warily.

"Dare to fool me!"

When she turned her head back, Qi Fei was already running forward again.

"Damn it, gotta go all out! Hold on a bit longer!"

Qi Fei, exhausted and red-eyed, thought with gritted teeth.

At this moment, a small red dot was rapidly approaching him, presumably Meng Chuan who had seized the Taoist symbol, coming his way.

Hmph!

With a delicate shout, Qi Fei was hit at his lower back by the trailing Tiger Palm.

He was sent flying, rolling down the slope like a gourd.

"Let you run!"

Zheng Zhenzhen channeled Qi to her feet, leapt, and landed at the spot where Qi Fei fell, easily lifting him up as she pinched him.

"Run again, and I’ll break your legs."

Zheng Zhenzhen bluffingly threatened.

At school, she’s known as a little troublemaker, heeding only her brother Zheng Yi.

Having been dodged by Qi Fei twice made her furious, leaving no mercy in her hands now.

"Brother Chuan, hurry up!"

Hearing this, Zheng Zhenzhen raised her hand to strike.

Anyway, the accompanying Martial Arts Association staff was watching, and they would stop her in time; he wouldn’t be hurt too much.

"Dare to fool me again? Asking for a beating!"

The wind of her palm rose and fell with her voice, but instead of striking Qi Fei, she swung her elegant hand with force towards her rear.

In the next moment, a sudden large hand collided with hers, causing both Zheng Zhenzhen and the owner of the hand to retreat several steps.

"Just in time, I want both of your Taoist symbols!"

Zheng Zhenzhen had mastered the ancestral Secret Technique [Five Senses] which specialized in enhancing perception, similar in effect to the Wudang spiritual Secret Technique [Dragon Meditative Zen] that Meng Chuan had learned.

When Qi Fei spoke earlier, she felt the sound of the wind through her heightened senses, using her words to feign weakness as bait.

Qi Fei showed a look of apprehension; if Meng Chuan didn’t arrive soon, he truly wouldn’t last.

Meng Chuan arrived just in time, not expecting yet another girl.

He felt something strange in his heart; among the formidable female martial artists in this joint exam, there were only two, and both wanted to fight him.

"Is this an alternative kind of luck with women? No, more like a calamity..."

Meng Chuan didn’t think much more, because from his side, a strong gust of wind was attacking, and he quickly let go of his grip, withdrawing backward to evade.

The air was stirred to white steam by that strike; seeing the power of the opponent’s attack, Meng Chuan’s expression was grave, uncertain if his hard skills could withstand it.

"Such powerful strength, I didn’t expect her to be a tigress."

Meng Chuan thought in his heart.

The opponent’s strike just now was clearly like a mountain king swinging its tail, exceptionally fierce.

His sneak attack had failed, as Zheng Zhenzhen’s entire figure burst forward, her right arm swinging with a crackling sound.

Her hand turned into a giant claw, clutching the fierce mountain wind, striking towards Meng Chuan!

Facing the faint sound of a tiger’s roar echoing through the forest, Meng Chuan met the opponent as if facing a great enemy!

This move was the top-level Buddhist Tiger Form Boxing, using Zen heart as a lead, combining the ferocious aura of a tiger with the tranquility of the mind to release them together.

——[Zen Heart Roaring Tiger]!

Meng Chuan didn’t want to taste the strength of a tigress; facing the ferocious tiger’s aura pouncing at him, he bent his knees slightly, his whole body leaning back. Zheng Zhenzhen’s tiger palm swept over Meng Chuan’s forehead, the gust it created cutting his face painfully.

Seizing the pause during her recovery, Meng Chuan placed his hands on the ground and flipped backward, his feet gathering strength like a tightly strung bowstring, then sprang forward to kick the opponent.

Zheng Zhenzhen didn’t notice in time and was kicked backward by Meng Chuan, sliding across the ground until she stopped like a crouching tiger with her limbs on the ground.

"It’s still not too late for you to go fight for the treasure; entangling with me here leads to no good."

Meng Chuan offered advice.

This woman had no mark on her body, so winning would bring no benefit, only needless exhaustion of strength, which was not worth it.

"To hell with you!"

Zheng Zhenzhen shouted loudly, like a fierce tiger descending from the mountain, her body flat on the ground as she stirred up a fierce wind rolling towards him.

In a trance, Meng Chuan seemed to truly see it.

That rising and falling spine was indeed like the backbone of a mountain king, towering and continuous like mountains.

An invisible tiger’s might rushed towards him, exactly what Master Luo told him about, the [Divine Charm] carried by top-tier fist skills!

"This woman has truly mastered an exceptional fist skill, far exceeding the level of Meng Jiaolong just now!"

The primal sense of dread made his hairs stand on end, the true meaning of the tiger seemed to form a black storm swirling around him; Zheng Zhenzhen’s hands struck fiercely towards Meng Chuan’s waist and side.

Before the fist even arrived, the sharp wind had already hit!

Even a clay figure has some temper!

Meng Chuan originally did not want to tangle with her, but Zheng Zhenzhen’s arrogance was too much!

He instantly gathered his entire body’s qi and strength, the muscles of his waist twisted and interlocked, using his external hardening skill membrane to withstand this strike.

A muffled sound came, the skin membrane shattered in response, at the moment the tiger’s claw landed on his waist preparing to exert more force!

Meng Chuan shifted his body to break free of the waist’s threat, then gathered his breath and raised his elbow upwards, driving it as if wielding a great spear, aimed directly at her throat!

A huge sense of threat exploded in Zheng Zhenzhen’s mind, the killing intent approached her throat along the spear’s tip, she swiftly pulled her arm back to dodge its edge.

The elbow strike pierced through a piece of air, the sound of the explosion echoed through the mountains and forest.

Suddenly, Meng Chuan’s entire waist bent forward, his right arm that had been in an elbow position stretched backward, the Long Fist of the Luo style Eight Extremes rushed directly towards Zheng Zhenzhen’s face.

Zheng Zhenzhen leaned back to dodge the strike, intending to gather her breath and pounce again, but Meng Chuan suddenly changed his move, leaving her no time.

——Thud!

Zheng Zhenzhen held her hand firmly to block the punch, the force surged out from her lower body, cracking the ground beneath her feet in a spiderweb pattern.

Now, the entire fight had moved into Meng Chuan’s rhythm.

His right hand continued to drum up strength, like a steel blade pushing straight forward, even though Zheng Zhenzhen used both hands to block, she couldn’t resist his explosive power.

"Damn it..."

Blood seeped from the corner of her mouth; Meng Chuan’s power was simply too great. No matter how fierce the Tiger Form was, it wasn’t strong enough in front of his power, making it seem like a sick cat.

Zheng Zhenzhen suddenly exerted power, both hands turning into an overturning force to flick Meng Chuan’s punching fist, then rolled away to dodge the two horizontal punches that Meng Chuan continued to throw.

As she rolled, she slammed her hand towards the ground, the dirt flying up to cover her figure, and then she charged back from the cover of dust.

The Tiger Claw came down like a force capable of cleaving Mount Hua, surging downward with the gathered intention of a tiger’s roar enveloping to kill!

Facing a physically dominant opponent, Zheng Zhenzhen showed no avoidance; she had her pride, her grandmother was the Dragon-riding Guanyin!

Smirk!

Meng Chuan equally showed no fear, the mere tiger’s intention couldn’t intimidate his indomitable martial spirit!

His face was steely, his left arm akin to a steel spear, encased with astonishing power thrusting into the clouds.

The two were truly fighting fiercely at this moment.

This intense fight left Qi Fei, who was watching for a chance to sneak attack, completely transfixed.

He only now realized that Zheng Zhenzhen was just playing with him earlier; with a stance fierce enough to break an old pine with a casual move, getting hit even once would leave him crippled if not dead.

As the fight continued, the two figures moved faster and faster, with the tiger having the upper hand in the mountain forest, but with Meng Chuan’s light body traits enhancing him, he was not slow either.

In Qi Fei’s eyes, two afterimages gradually formed, meeting and colliding in the forest; each collision sent a large amount of dirt and stones flying.

He chuckled bitterly:

"I am so damn useless, I don’t even have the right to intervene."

At this time, the judges on the mountaintop were also watching with great interest.

Bai Junfeng said:

"Rumor has it that Celestial King Zheng mastered the Buddhist Zen Dragon Tiger Divine Skill and later divided it into two parts, handing it down to the descendants for study.

Today I see indeed it’s formidable, even a ninth-level martial artist can naturally develop Divine Charm, which is quite brilliant."

Yin Tianshou nodded:

"Tiger charm is rare, this girl has some skill."