With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal
Chapter 137 - 126: Fire Ring Siege, Peak Tip Duel (3k)

Chapter 137: Chapter 126: Fire Ring Siege, Peak Tip Duel (3k)

After Meng Chuan thanked them, although this group of fifth or sixth level fighters weren’t much of a match for him—really just one punch each.

But he accepted their goodwill.

On the main road, they encountered the Xiang King Tomb, which was specifically fenced off, with a huge noticeable yellow warning sign above:

[Xiang King Tomb, Fighting Prohibited, Any Violators Will Be Immediately Disqualified.]

Meng Chuan stepped forward and bowed to the sages as a sign of respect and remembrance.

Afterward, the group continued their ascent to the mountaintop.

...

The silhouette of the peak gradually emerged before them, and the group dashed up to the summit like shooting stars.

[No Entry Without a Trail Marker]

The staff came forward to remind them.

Wang Hao slapped his forehead, suddenly remembering, and sheepishly said:

"Brother Chen, Brother Meng, and Xiaofei, we’ll escort you up to here, best of luck getting into the top three!"

Qi Fei couldn’t help rolling his eyes.

"Everyone’s a brother, but when it comes to me, I’m just Xiaofei..."

After bidding farewell to them, Meng Chuan and his two companions headed to the top of the mountain.

Qi Fei spoke up again:

"Brother Chuan, I’ll take the lead later and attract attention, giving you a chance to strike, and disable one at the start."

Meng Chuan thought for a moment and advised:

"The remaining four on the mountaintop are all seventh level; might as well concede. Even a random bump could cause serious injury, not worth it."

He didn’t intend for Qi Fei to be cannon fodder; firstly, the power gap was too great to be of much help.

Xuewu brother could be a decent cannon fodder...

Secondly, they’re all classmates, and Qi Fei had shown considerable progress recently. He brought him up unharmed, and intended for him to descend the same way.

...

Standing at the mountaintop, Meng Chuan looked far into the distance to enjoy the splendid scenery.

It’s not called Rosy clouds Mountain because of any rosy clouds at its peak.

But at the summit when the sunlight cascades down, it dances and glistens like scattered gold.

The golden hue splashed over the rolling hills, as if the earth was stretching its back. Mixed with the dense forest, it refracted brilliant colors, much like catching the moon’s reflection from the water.

This scene was dreamlike, like the splendid rosy clouds at the horizon!

Meng Chuan searched for his opponents’ shadows on the mountain, but noticed from the judges’ area, two intense feelings of resentment as if they wanted to kill him with their gaze.

Using his hand to block the sun’s reflections, Meng Chuan realized it was the two women he had eliminated.

"No idea how these two managed to get up here to watch the fight..."

Seeing the resentment directed straight at him, Meng Chuan didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

"Women are not to be trifled with..."

At the judges’ seat, Luo Meng turned and calmly said:

"You two, tone it down. I brought you up to learn, not to disturb the performance of the contestants on the field."

Luo Meng, though young, was already a genius Three Limits teacher at the United University.

Upon hearing her speak, Meng Jiaolong quickly restrained herself.

Zheng Zhenzhen, on the side, felt somewhat unwilling but turned away after seeing the cold gaze of the Simurgh shadow behind Luo Meng.

Indeed, Luo Guanyun’s daughter, though Luo Meng often complained about her father, had nonetheless inherited the excellent tradition.

...

Meng Chuan saw that the remaining four were meditating in their designated rest areas, so he went there too, preparing and warming up for the battle.

He glanced at the direction of Northern United University.

The person named Zhao Jian was quite strange; whenever Meng Chuan looked away, that person was watching him, as if he were under surveillance.

The adjacent Xu Qingfeng was also... not normal.

Covered under a blanket from who knows where, he lay down and slept directly.

Meng Chuan secretly admired:

"Youth sure sleep well..."

Ignoring Zhao Jian’s gaze, Meng Chuan kept it in mind, planning to thrash him first later!

Meng Chuan stood aside, closed his eyes to meditate, the four Hard Skills spells coursing repeatedly in his spirit,刺激着窍门.

Surrounded by enemies, getting beaten next was unavoidable.

From the way Yanhua and the others looked, they also considered Xu Qingfeng and himself as tough rivals.

Occasionally glancing at Xu Qingfeng, who was asleep, and then back to his own place.

Resting time quickly passed, Bai Junfeng glanced at the time, soared like an eagle, flashing to the center of the mountain’s summit with a swoosh.

"Final showdown is about to start, ahem... would the sleeping participant wake up!"

Xu Qingfeng opened his sleepy eyes, then slowly got up.

His silhouette unfurled like a painting scroll, graceful with an indescribable elegance, lightly landing on the gigantic constructed arena.

Meanwhile, due to a common enemy, the two girls at the judging seat were chatting fervently.

Meng Jiaolong pointed at Xu Qingfeng’s posture and teased:

"Zhenzhen, did you see this? This is our class’s poser king.

Even though he could attend first class, he insisted it was too competitive and chose to stay in our second class."

Zheng Zhenzhen nodded, as a Tiger Form expert, seeing Xu Qingfeng’s pretentiousness made her hand itch.

"Sister, you’re right, bringing a blanket to a competition—such a show-off!"

Meng Jiaolong continued:

"Just look at him, but he can help us take revenge, teach that Meng Chuan a lesson."

"Really?"

Zheng Zhenzhen was skeptical since in her opinion, the remaining two from Yanhua weren’t Meng Chuan’s match at all.

"Xu Qingfeng is really that strong?"

As a descendant of a Celestial King, losing by a mere flaw to the quadrilateral warriors was bearable, but even this pretentious guy could stand above her?

Meng Jiaolong mischievously held back:

"You’ll see once the fight begins."

Before the match even began, Qi Fei conceded directly, taking a seat behind the judges watching the fight.

The two girls shifted their resentment from Meng Chuan to him, sending chills up Qi Fei’s spine.

"In this scorching heat, why does it feel so cold..."

...

Xiang King’s Tomb Summit Platform.

Meng Chuan’s figure moved, the Cloud-Ascending Ladder beneath his feet propelled him towards the platform.

Chen Xuewu followed closely and stood on the platform, still feeling a bit puzzled.

Seeing no boundary ropes around, he wondered how they’d determine losers and eliminations.

Once all participants had entered the competition field.

At that moment, Yin Tianshou stood up from the judges’ seat.

With a flick of his sleeve, blazing flames ignited around the platform, startling everyone to move towards the center.

Bai Junfeng flashed through the sea of fire instantly, appearing in the center of the platform to explain:

"This is the fire conjured by Venerable Yin, stepping out of the circle means elimination."

Staring at the scene, Meng Chuan’s eyes were grave.

"So this is the trait of Karma Fire Candle Dragon, truly impressive."

He guessed in his heart:

"Only those at Limit Breaking Martial Arts True Skill level and above can unlock such a powerful trait, and it looks so cool..."

Functionally, Meng Chuan felt that Eternal Proof and Nirvana-Rainbow Transformation were vastly superior to the opponent’s. One’s a Celestial Trait, the other’s an immortal body.

But in terms of offensive power and showing off, they indeed fell short of the opponent’s...

After a moment of envy, Meng Chuan retracted his heart spirit and continued listening to Bai Junfeng’s explanation of the rules.

"During the competition, the fire circle of Venerable Yin will gradually shrink over time,

if it drags to the end, only one will remain to determine the final champion."

...

On the platform.

Xu Qingfeng still looked extremely casual, with Zhao Jian watching from behind like a snake waiting for its chance.

He planned to use his body technique’s advantage to move around the field first.

"I must complete Lord Jing’s two tasks."

The seed inside him yearned for the nourishment of "nutrition."

After understanding the rules, Meng Chuan felt relieved.

"This is favorable for me, it’s all about who has greater endurance!"

After calming himself, he observed the situation around him.

"The remaining two from Yanhua are not much of a threat, I already eliminated the strongest one, Tiger Girl.

The United University side is not to be underestimated; that Zhao Jian’s testing of body technique shows he’s no pushover either.

If Yanhua’s willing to join me against United University first, the odds are good. But if both attack me together..."

Meng Chuan glanced at Chen Xuewu beside him.

Chen Xuewu understood.

"Brother Meng, I’ll do my best to hold them off for you."

The whole field was at the Transformed Strength seven-aperture level, Chen Xuewu had no chance of winning!

"Please, Brother Chen, if four attack, try to help me maneuver."

With the Fifth Limit Venerable Yin around, there was no real threat to life, but Chen Xuewu might have to endure some bruises...

Just then, they heard Bai Junfeng shout loudly:

"The competition begins, gentlemen, show what you’ve learned!"

...

On the platform, upon hearing the start signal, no one made a rash move.

The people standing there practically represented Yong’an City’s highest teaching standard; none were absolute weaklings, not even the six-aperture Chen Xuewu!

Meng Chuan secretly gathered energy, iron hands, iron legs, Iron Cloth Shirt, paired with Armor Technique.

All four Hard Qigong skills were fully activated!

Seeing the tense atmosphere, Xu Qingfeng broke the silence.

He waved at Meng Chuan with a smile:

"Brother Meng, how about you and I send off Yanhua’s first, then have a fair fight?"

Other people might think of forming alliances.

Joining forces with others to eliminate the biggest threat first.

But Xu Qingfeng was different; he had his own unique logic.

Which was to do whatever made him feel best!

Behind the judges’ seats, hearing Xu Qingfeng’s voice, Zheng Zhenzhen glared at the "pose king."

"That bastard, why does he want to eliminate our Yanhua’s people first."

Meng Jiaolong shrugged, not surprised at all.

"That’s just Xu Qingfeng’s way, you can never figure out what’s on his mind."

At this moment, Zheng Zhenzhen had shifted her resentment from Meng Chuan to Xu Qingfeng.

...

Before Meng Chuan could respond, Xu Qingfeng, like a flash of lightning, dashed towards Yanhua’s two people.

As he charged, he calculated in his mind:

"First take down Yanhua’s two, then Chen Xuewu, finally take out the apparently strongest Meng Chuan for a perfect victory.

Oops, I forgot Zhao Jian, but this sneaky guy doesn’t matter as long as he doesn’t interfere with our duel."

This was Xu Qingfeng’s bizarre trait, being a student of United University, he didn’t analyze based on the school’s interests.

He just acted on whatever came to mind, never considering if it was appropriate.

Confronted by the sudden Xu Qingfeng, Yanhua’s two were both shocked and angry.

"Damn you, Xu Qingfeng, are you crazy!"

Originally, the two had agreed that the six-aperture Chen Xuewu was no threat, planning to eliminate the biggest dark horse of this joint exam, Meng Chuan, first.

But Xu Qingfeng’s action left the two speechless.

Meanwhile, Meng Chuan, hearing Xu Qingfeng’s suggestion, lived up to his expectations.

"Got it, Brother Xu, we must send off Yanhua’s first!"

Saying this, Meng Chuan dashed explosively towards the Northern United University’s Zhao Jian!

"Oh crap, this guy’s even more despicable and shameless!"