Chapter 382: Chapter 382

He looked again at the progress in proficiency of this Fist Skill so far.

The Five Elements Spirit Breath Fist has just been created by himself; it is already at the level of Perfection.

This is because his related Martial Arts foundation has already been laid, and there’s no need for him to start understanding from the beginning.

He only needs to cultivate to Perfection and break limitations to acquire the trait of "Five Elements Marvelous Body".

Meng Chuan also had some insights regarding the trait benefits of "self-created fist techniques".

What type of trait he could gain depended on the foundation of the fist technique he built.

For this "Five Elements Spirit Breath Fist", it is based on the oldest, foundational five elements fists.

After breaking limitations sequentially, it added interpretations of martial principles beyond predecessors with exceptionally high comprehension of the five elements.

Finally, created through his own boxing insights and integration with the panel.

Therefore, its limitation-breaking trait must be associated with "Five Elements, Comprehension, and Foundation".

The panel named it "Five Elements Marvelous Body", which Meng Chuan found quite fitting.

If he got to name it, he’d likely choose the same trait name.

After all, its foundation is merely third-rate fist skills, things like Five Elements Holy Body, Divine Body are just for thinking...

As for how to break limitations of this self-created fist technique, it is actually the same as when other fist techniques reach Perfection and are sprinting to break limitations.

Continue practicing, with Martial Arts principles continually refining.

Only then can he surpass himself and break through limitations!

Besides, Meng Chuan introspected himself once again.

The fist technique he created, although reached directly to the realm of Perfection.

Yet his Qi Blood did not change by a fraction. Googlᴇ search 𝗇𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅✦𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾✦𝗇𝖾𝗍

This was already expected long ago.

After all, this newly created fist skill, fundamentally speaking, is merely an integration and comprehension of already limitation-broken fist skills.

His related Qi Blood was already acquired previously during boxing practice.

Ultimately, he lacked a bit in martial principles, if in the future when creating cultivation techniques, he could use his own cultivation insights as a foundation, perhaps he could acquire Qi Blood then.

But anyway, it’s already good, and Meng Chuan doesn’t ask for too much for now.

The road is long, if he can reach the realm of "Divine Communication", where the fist has no moves then reveal the Dao, the Qi swallowing the universe then understand emptiness.

Even divine skill ultimate arts, he can create them!

Contemplation time over, Meng Chuan rested briefly and then continued to practice the Five Elements Spirit Breath Fist.

With each move and every strike, even though practicing overnight, he doesn’t feel tiresome at all; instead, he gets more energized the more he practices.

This is his boxing skill, perfectly fitting his own Martial Arts.

During the practice, there’s an increasing sense of unity and harmony.

It feels like the Spirit Breath Fist is silently echoing with him:

"Yes, you should be punching !"

As time passes, he can clearly feel.

When executing this fist skill, the usage of Qi Blood and the efficiency in transforming fist stances greatly increases.

Its power far exceeds the second or third-rate Xingyi fist skills he masters.

"This kind of Qi Blood support and emission is surely first-rate fist skill without a doubt."

For the first time creating refined ancient martial fists, it reached first-rate level.

Indeed, with oneself, it’s just strong!

The fist follows the heart’s motion, the fist precedes the intent.

When Spirit Breath reaches the point, what is it to be?

Its form varies, special creatures, spiritual realms, or all external energy representations can all be regarded as "Spirit Breath".

In layman’s terms, it’s like the five elements punch stance commanding, then being carried and emitted by the "Five Elements Spirit Breath Fist".

On Meng Chuan’s fist edge, the powerful and splendid halo is "Five Elements Spirit Breath".

It is also a different kind of "fist stance".

Gold light like chiseling rock, green glow like an arrow leaving the string, blue ripple penetrating bones and seeping seams, red flame splitting mountains and cracking stones, yellow haze stable as a mighty bell.

Spirit Breath repeatedly transforms, the fist edge is swung in the air, coloring the whole small courtyard vividly.

If someone draws near to sense, they can perceive.

Beneath this beautiful spectacle, a hidden terrifying power.

"Spirit Breath Fist, doesn’t feel much inferior to the Five Elements Fist.

And because it aligns more with myself, it performs even more freely.

No wonder it’s created by me, it’s just powerful!"

Of course, can’t compare with "Five Elements Qiankun Technique".

He is far from creating the core techniques of the Martial Arts Family, separated by unknown amounts of great mountains, can’t be overly ambitious.

As the Golden Crow rises, the dawn begins.

Meng Chuan practiced excitedly for a while, only to hear someone knocking outside.

He opened the door to find Xu Qingfeng from next door.

Recently, the other was recuperating at home, body had undergone secondary development, and started core techniques cultivation lately.

Xu Qingfeng long saw, Meng Chuan’s courtyard like having a party, colors flashing non-stop.

And he too was awakened by a ray of red light through the curtains, shining on his face...

Seeing Meng Chuan open the door, Xu Qingfeng complained:

"Meng, what kind of light pollution fist is this, can you not practice so early in the future, some are sleeping..."

"...you sleep a punch, I practiced boxing all night, and you’re still sleeping?"

"Come on, needn’t be so competitive, I just broke through as a Martial Arts Family, need to take it slowly."

Just entered yet already slack, indeed the "king of laziness" Xu.

Meng Chuan’s mind shifted, he said:

"After you advanced, the secondary development of your body is finished, right?"

"It’s long over, wasn’t as perverse as when you did.

Xiaomeng ah, really don’t know what you grew on."

This kid, post-Martial Arts Family the courage grew, starting to be disrespectful with him again.

Meng Chuan smiled slightly, directed:

"Alright, remember to check your task panel later, there’s a surprise."

Said this, he closed the door turned around, went back inside the room to catch up on sleep.

Prepares to welcome the Iron Body breaking limitation with the best mental state.

Yesterday, I intended to break the limit, but due to a major breakthrough in my fist skill, I missed it. Today, I’ll make up for it.

Xu Qingfeng was a bit perplexed, uncertain about what Meng Chuan meant.

He opened the system, and what met his eyes was:

[Demon Nest Summoning Task]

[Summoning Range: Sessions 87 to 88...]

"No way, I just broke through!!!"

Xu Qingfeng was on the verge of tears; was this coincidence necessary?

If I had known, I would have held back a bit. Damn!

The evening breeze swept through the courtyard as Meng Chuan stood up after finishing his cultivation.

He felt an inexplicable urge building up in his body and glanced at the panel.

[Doma Iron Body: Perfection (100%) Awaiting Limit Breaking]

[Limit Breaking Trait: Rock Body (Intermediate)]

"It’s time to break the limit..."

During his cultivation, he had already sensed a persistent itch all over his body.

Like the process of a wound scabbing, except it was spreading throughout his body.

Meng Chuan’s determination was strong, enduring it forcefully until he finished his cultivation.

He stood before the mirror, took off his clothes, and his first glance at his body...

Meng Chuan couldn’t help but laugh, thinking of a word:

This wasn’t a description of a character change, but a literal adjective.

His whole body emitted a cold luster, thoroughly blackened.

Like ink fully soaking, thick enough to swallow all surrounding light.

While gazing at himself in the mirror, the itch intensified within every vein and meridian!

The sensation was truly unbearable, and he couldn’t help but start scratching.

Pieces of dead skin peeled off, drifting to the floor.

Meng Chuan picked up a piece to inspect, featuring fragmented skin texture, yet still inpenetrably black.

He pinched the dead skin with two fingers, gently applying pressure, yet it remained intact.

He applied some force, and only with a "crack" did it finally crumble.

Feeling the strength, Meng Chuan pondered to himself:

"Even the skin I shed could stop a bullet..."

After scratching for a long time without getting clean, he simply walked outside and jumped into the Star Soup.

The water surface rippled, continuously washing away the dead skin.

After shedding, its density was so high that it sank straight to the pool’s bottom.

His new shoulder skin exposed above the water, delicate enough to pinch water out.

As the final piece of skin fragment fell off with a splash, he stood up from the water.

"The last of the Doma Hard Skill, break the limit!"

The newly born skin was as smooth as porcelain glaze, with muscular lines distinctly defined.

Beneath the shed dead skin, the texture was firm like forged steel.

As joints moved, faint sounds akin to sand scraping emanated, and his whole body exuded a jade-like warm texture.

With a thought, Meng Chuan controlled his body using [Flower of Flesh].

The surface black film solidified into substance, "lost and regained."

Throughout the process, his aura surged suddenly.

Immediately following, this flow of power, like a hidden life within him, began to quickly circulate through his muscles.

As the power flowed, a faint glow arose on Meng Chuan’s skin, gradually concentrating from shallow to deep.

From almost transparent transforming slowly into a profound black, starting from the palms and arms, followed by spreading to the legs, chest, back, until it covered the whole body.

He tapped his chest lightly, producing a crisp metallic echo of "dang dang dang," as every inch of muscle and bone was forged like tempered steel billets.

Meng Chuan realized, his skin now felt as if wearing an indestructible dark armor.

His muscular lines also appeared more sharply defined due to the enveloping black film.

Every the muscle contained immense strength, ready to burst forth at any moment.

"True Qi Protection, muscle defense, along with this layer of black shell.

The simultaneous effect of these three should withstand attacks from the first major limit entirely, even facing a grand skill, I can live through it by force!"

As for True Martial...

True Martial is too sharp; they are crafted from rare forging materials and nurtured over time by the Martial Arts Family to finally form.

Third Grade fist blades, Meng Chuan didn’t even need to think—they surely can’t be withstood one bit.

He took a Second Grade Tiger Soul Halberd, using two-tenths force to swipe the blade across his chest.

Sparks faintly flew out, the black film tearing, hitting the flesh.

Add a bit more force, and blood would soon appear.

"From this, it’s clear... The defensive power of my body, if wearing a ferocious battle armor, enduring ordinary first-grade Martial Arts Family wielding a Second Grade True Martial, won’t be an issue.

Moreover, Celestial Demons too; claw and fang of solid-form demons are sharp.

But at middle rank level, absolutely cannot penetrate my skin and flesh. December’s journey to the Demon Nest adds another share of certainty!"

For others, to attain such defense, leaving aside the intensity of True Qi, Great Success level at true skill in transverse training is indispensable.

On the other hand, Meng Chuan’s Treasure Appearance Golden Venerable Skill had merely just begun.

With a thought, the black film receded like a tide, the skin reverting to its original steadfast yellow.

Controlled by the Flower of Flesh, it hid beneath the skin’s surface layer.

With slight mental stimulation, black once again swept over his entire body, enveloping him tightly.

He tested with fists and legs, experiencing the entire process of controlling the black membrane covering.

Which reminded Meng Chuan of...

As if armed Haki attachment!