Chapter 333: Chapter 333

The murderous aura was incredibly fierce, gathering and then dispersing in mid-air, floating into a mighty tiger-shaped energy field.

If it fell upon someone with unstable mind, they would fall ill and die, thinking it was ordinary.

The gray-black blade of death descended fiercely, Meng Chuan raised an eyebrow; he knew this move.

Wind Through Flowers!

In the next moment, a cold light erupted in Meng Chuan’s eyes, his steps quickening.

Motohiko was too fast, he didn’t dodge...

But the suddenly raised tumor on his shoulder condensed like steel, absorbing the force and resisting the strike.

Aside from some swelling on his shoulder, he was unharmed.

Motohiko’s face changed slightly, his hands gripping the spear shaft were sweaty and slipping, he immediately tightened his grip again.

This powerful swing carried the tiger soul’s spear aura, combined with the full force of the demon skill of Lu Wu.

The power was immense enough to penetrate the protective True Qi of an ordinary Martial Arts Family, grinding flesh and bone into blood and mud.

But facing Meng Chuan, the sensation from the spear tip felt like hitting the base of Kunlun Mountain; the opponent hadn’t moved an inch!

"Truly exaggerated..."

This round of probing made him realize the rumors about the opponent were true.

Indeed a physical monster, a hard skills fanatic.

Meng Chuan squinted his eyes, turned his head to look at the large spear stuck in his shoulder, and tightly gripped the section of the shaft behind the spear tip with his fist blade-equipped hand.

With a forceful pull, he almost made Motohiko let go, his hips and waist pulling him to stagger.

True Martial wasn’t so easy to disarm, Motohiko adjusted, his tiger eyes glaring, the dark gold patterns on the spear shaft moved like living creatures, the scarlet crystal erupting with dazzling bloody light!

A deafening tiger roar emanated from the spear shaft, condensing murderous aura into tangible tiger claws ripping toward Meng Chuan’s wrist.

The fist blade wrist guard was forcefully shaken open by two inches, the spear shaft writhing like a dragon’s tail, slipping through fingers and trailing sparks.

Motohiko used the momentum to spin and leap, the spear tip drawing a crimson arc and descending again, a bloody wind suddenly whipped up on the summit stage!

A black shadow like lightning, Motohiko’s eyes widened.

Without even figuring out what happened, Meng Chuan actually once again precisely caught the spear tip!

Meng Chuan grinned, white breath issuing from his nostrils, speaking in a deep voice:

"Alright, thanks for the spear, Junior Brother, I’ll gladly accept..."

Moments later, in midair, shock appeared on Motohiko’s face for the first time!

It wasn’t because of Meng Chuan’s arrogant words, but the sight before him pounding his chest repeatedly like a heavy hammer, shaking his heart spirit.

He saw Meng Chuan’s pores emit fierce white mist, the right arm clamped onto the large spear undergoing terrifying changes inch by inch from the wrist to the shoulder.

The muscles that bulged when exerting force were like flower buds made of muscle waiting to blossom.

Accompanied by the fierce explosion of white smoke, they transformed into countless twitching black muscle strips, like flower stamens scattered by the wind.

Splitting, squeezing, enveloping, expanding into countless muscle snakes intertwining and wrapping, these snakes devoured and merged with each other, stacking into hill-like large tumors on the surface of the skin, with Meng Chuan snorting heavily.

"Thump-thump" leaping endlessly like living things.

Below, not to mention the audience stupefied.

On the high platform.

Chen Tuan, the head, seated steadily, suddenly stood up.

His face written with the words "What the hell!"

He naturally recognized what Meng Chuan’s transformation was about.

But this change... was slightly beyond his expectation...

[Flesh Armor] is the ultimate Perfection of the Qi Nourishing Armor Technique.

But a [Flesh Tumor], what the hell is that?

In an instant, countless thoughts surged in Chen Tuan’s mind.

"It’s sinister... truly sinister! Cultivating the spirit through refinement? ...No. Mutation from the blending of essence and energy? ...Possibly feasible.

Most likely... reverse cultivating Armor Wearing Skill, touching upon ancestral regression?"

Meanwhile, Sui Chunqiu similarly supressed his inner surprise.

He hadn’t expected, since the farewell at Taihang nearly a year ago, not having seen this kid, that he had made such a stir again.

But... seeing old master Chen’s astonished expression was truly satisfying, damn it!

He reached out and patted Chen Tuan’s shoulder.

His eyebrows twitched like a snake coiling, pressing down the joy wanting to rise and the inner dark delight.

"Ah, our United University’s [Infinite Fist·Meng Chuan], is just this, ordinary and unremarkable."

"Unremarkable, then how about you let me have him? Old Dao thinks he’s suitable for Wudang, a born guardian."

Zhao Wu Yin approached with a grin on his young face:

"Our Western United University could use some ordinary kids too, I want him as well."

Sui Chunqiu felt another wave of satisfaction inside.

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The three principals all were big guns in the Martial Arts Realm, past the age of reckless fighting, what remained was a dedication to education.

Meanwhile, he looked around at the other school leaders’ faces showing "What the hell!"

His inner satisfaction surged further like a compressed spring.

Back then, he alone vetoed everyone’s opinions, approving Meng Chuan’s exemption application for the Grandmaster Class.

Today’s spectacle, witnessed by everyone, proved just how sharp his insight was.

In the field of education, who is more qualified?

Even killing a fourth-level Demon Nest Master didn’t feel as satisfying as this moment.

This thrill made Sui Chunqiu feel like only becoming a Great Saint himself could surpass it.

Listening to the ramblings of the two Celestial King principals beside him, he couldn’t suppress his mouth corner.

"Ha ha ha ha, go ahead and watch, the rest... can wait till later."

The ground of the summit stage, and Motohiko’s face had a close encounter.

A sound like a battering ram hitting a city gate erupted, Meng Chuan privately thought: