CHAPTER 183: CHAPTER 172 GRANDMASTER’S FAME, SHARING HARD SKILLS (3K)

With the dust settled, Meng Chuan walked over to chat and exchange pleasantries with his friends.

"Congratulations, Xu Champion, you’re impressive."

Xu Qingfeng shook his head with a wry smile.

After witnessing Meng Chuan’s performance, he lost his championship spirit.

Zong Ping also pretended to be mature, patting Xu Qingfeng on the shoulder.

He uttered those classic words:

"Old Xu, don’t compare yourself to others, just compare with your past self."

Xu Qingfeng raised an eyebrow, disdainfully said:

"Can I compare with you?"

"..."

Zong Ping raised his middle finger as a sign of respect.

"Awesome!"

Meng Jiaolong shouted playfully.

Simultaneously, she leapt onto Meng Chuan’s broad back, swaying.

She also advanced to the top seven, securing a spot in the Supernova Tournament.

In her heart, she secretly rejoiced:

"Now I can compete alongside Meng Chuan, so happy!"

Suddenly, she realized something about herself.

Feeling the sharp pain from her back, she slowly turned her head awkwardly.

Discovering the source of the sharp gaze from the judging panel.

"Mom!"

Her heart skipped a beat as she hurriedly jumped off Meng Chuan’s back.

Then obediently stood aside, like a defeated quail.

At the judges’ table.

Chen Qiushui sighed in resignation, preparing to discuss this matter with Meng Jiaolong’s father.

In her view, children’s matters are never trivial.

The next moment, her phone happened to receive a group notification, catching her attention.

[Our distinguished alumnus, Mr. Luo Guanyun, succeeded last night at midnight in Japan, eradicating demons and simultaneously achieving the fourth limit as a Martial Arts Grandmaster!]

"Luo Guanyun...this name sounds familiar, is he this guy’s mentor?"

Meanwhile.

Everyone in the venue, whether leaders, teachers, or student martial artists, received the broadcast on their phones.

Notification from Northern United University’s new media department.

"Your mentor is now a Grandmaster, Meng Chuan!"

"Brother Chuan! Uncle Luo is a Grandmaster!"

Their emotions were beyond words; this rascal is truly a winner in life.

It was enough that he’s amazing himself, but I didn’t expect his mentor to be even more incredible.

After reading the notification, Meng Chuan’s expression was a bit dazed.

"Mentor, a Grandmaster now..."

He knew that Master Luo had been stuck at the limit of a Martial Arts Master due to the Thunder Seed, not daring to make any progress.

Yet he couldn’t have imagined that his mentor went to Japan and actually broke through.

"Is it because the hidden danger of the Primordial Spirit Thunder Planting Skill has been resolved?"

Meng Chuan wasn’t optimistic.

Because Luo Meng had mentioned that even Principal Sui, at the Martial Arts Celestial King level, had no solution to this.

"It must be good news that Master Luo is consolidating his cultivation, I’ll ask about the specifics tomorrow."

An Jing also received the school-wide announcement, pondering:

"Now, the [Luo family] truly lives up to its name."

She couldn’t help but recall her classmate Luo Meng, herself still stuck at the first limit without any progress.

While the other had already soared high, reaching the third limit, honorably titled [Jade Belt Blue Luan].

The potential of genes is indeed powerful, plus this seemingly even more freakish Luo disciple Meng Chuan.

"The Luo family is really going to rise..."

A family with three Grandmasters, possibly achievable in the near future.

At the judges’ table, some school leaders cordially greeted Meng Chuan, face full of smiles, saying:

"Meng Chuan, your mentor is now a Grandmaster, reopening the Martial School isn’t suitable anymore.

Can you ask for us if he is willing to return to teach?

The compensation is negotiable, negotiable!"

The Yong’an Campus of Northern United University had just been completed recently and was lacking top-level Grandmaster-level forces.

"No problem, I’ll definitely ask for you."

Meng Chuan could only smile and respond.

Master Luo had his own plans, and he didn’t want to tie his mentor down just because he was going to study at the United University.

With the commotion calming, as night fell, those unrelated to the Supernova Tournament left the venue.

An Jing handed over the tournament-related materials to the group before leaving first.

She felt somehow inherently incompatible with Meng Chuan, feeling uneasy standing next to him.

Having read the materials, Meng Chuan knew what was at stake.

"I have two months to prepare, and this two million is mine to claim!"

The Supernova Tournament would involve duels with university martial artists, amongst whom were exceptional Martial Arts University’s nine-gate masters, considered experts like clouds.

In the Northwest Region.

It possesses three main campuses of exceptional Martial Arts Universities, and six, totaling 17 branch campuses of exceptional Martial Arts Universities.

Apart from the two Eastern United Universities and the Shanghai exceptional Martial Arts University.

Meng Chuan would encounter the elite martial artists from the remaining six schools.

But he had his own confidence; these two months would be enough to break the limit on the Luo family’s Eight Extremes and Doma Iron Leg.

Plus, cultivating the Five Elements Qiankun Fist could significantly increase Qi Blood, potentially narrowing the gap with the nine-gate’s Qi Blood.

But ultimately, challenges above his level would be unavoidable, Meng Chuan was well-prepared.

All along his path, he has always faced challenges head-on, fearing nothing.

...

The next day.

Meng Chuan got up to greet the morning sun, absorbing the first trace of purple qi from the horizon.

He opened his phone to check the time.

Noticed an unread message sent in the early hours of last night.

[Congratulations, kid, on becoming the only direct disciple of a Martial Arts Grandmaster, mentor will be back this week, have you been training well lately?]

Meng Chuan smiled knowingly, replying:

[Congratulations, mentor, solid foundation is commendable!]

...

Meanwhile, in Japan.

The Qingshui Ming Divine Palace was ravaged, left in ruins after a violent thunderstorm.

Inside the embassy at the foot of the mountain.

Luo Guanyun wore a red sash with the Sun emblem awarded by Japan.

Embroidered gold trim read: [Loyal and brave protector of all places, renowned name shining brightly].

This is the highest honor specially granted by Japan to those who risk their safety to rescue others.

With some reluctance, Luo Guanyun wore the sash and cooperated for a few photos.

After all, they were quite generous, giving him a substantial amount of money.

Once the press conference ended, it was time for the [Glorious Thunder God]’s luncheon...

No reason to refuse free food, it’s all nutritious.

"This promotion was indeed unexpected, with mixed results..."

Luo Guanyun wasn’t particularly thrilled, as he hadn’t resolved the fundamental issue with his cultivation technique.

The seats that Long Jiu mentioned, he hadn’t found any.

Moreover, with such a commotion, continuing to lie low in Japan was no longer feasible.

"The True Skill can better seal the Thunder Seed, so I won’t need to cultivate [Profound Yin Moonlight True Skill] anymore."

This saved him a lot of time.

Also, every time he cultivated with opposing attribute True Skill, it was a form of self-torment, but now he’s much more at ease.

"The Thunder Seed needs to break through the True Skill but as it can keep it sealed for a long time, I don’t have to worry for quite some time."

True Skill is a unique method of a Grandmaster, far more mysterious than True Qi, offering much stronger sealing for the Thunder Seed.

But the bad news is:

"Once the Thunder Seed breaks free, the resentment contained within it will instantly drive me into madness..."

He recalled previously in the Divine Palace how he lost control and became a thunderous storm.

"No second chance, if I lose control again... I won’t be able to recover."

So, in addition to the shortcomings of his Thunder Skill, he now faced a new problem.

That being the collective entity of thousands of resentments in his psyche.

This thing is too eerie.

He considered going back and seeking help from domestic Buddhist and Daoist experts who excel in this area.

But the Thunder Seed must be removed to proceed with the Buddhist teachings, and removing it would drive him into madness...

"From now on, I can’t use the Thunder Seed to fight enemies; I’m reduced to being the lowest rank of a Grandmaster..."

Even at the lowest rank, he is still a Grandmaster, far more formidable than a Martial Arts Master.

Furthermore, possessing True Skill allows him to fly, eliminating the need to use the Thunder Seed to ride the clouds.

"Fortunately, I don’t have to train Profound Yin Skill anymore, freeing up time to learn other techniques..."

His disciple’s wings have not yet fully grown, he still needs to provide guidance and protection.

He saw that Meng Chuan finally sent him a message.

He reached his right hand into his pocket, feeling half a tortoise shell, his face filled with joy.

"That brat is doing well with whoever he’s staying with..."

...

Time seemed to return to its proper path.

Three days later.

Meng Chuan focused his mind deeply, seriously preparing for the competition, after hearing Lu Zhuxiao talk a lot about the local young prodigies.

"Don’t get complacent, I’m telling you, there are Martial Arts prodigies your age in the main branch who’ve reached the peak of nine barriers, just a step away from Martial Arts Family!"

His classmates around him were all surpassed; Lu Zhuxiao, wanting Meng Chuan to keep his sharpness, earnestly advised him.

Meng Chuan internally understood that he had a slight sense of achievement but harbored no arrogance.

"From now on, my targets to chase after will be these geniuses among geniuses."

He refocused and continued practicing his fists diligently.

The gold-silicon stake had been upgraded once more, and he practiced with immense enthusiasm.

After resolving the issue of joining quota, he still didn’t go on to train other fist techniques.

"I’m continuing to focus on these two techniques; one boosts Qi Blood, and the other breaks limits to increase power."

With Meng Chuan’s current martial understanding, training a third-tier Fire Attribute Fist Skill to limit breaking in two months isn’t difficult.

But it’s not very meaningful, his practical combat abilities have been tested repeatedly, already excelling among his peers.

The third-tier fist skill has insufficient impact on Qi Blood.

Achieving Perfection isn’t as much as getting a few jumps in Five Elements Qiankun Fist proficiency.

If he wants to further contend with Martial Arts prodigies, his biggest shortcoming is Qi Blood.

Qi Blood remains the most vital, and as he started late, he needs to catch up swiftly.

Having thought it through, he continued practicing Five Elements Fist for over an hour, finally feeling tired.

White steam emerged from his body, as Meng Chuan let out a heavy breath.

"Since mastering Doma Iron Crotch, my concentration and willpower effects have improved considerably.

The practice duration for Five Elements Fist has extended, not bad."

Meng Chuan discovered the cultivation technique to be truly formidable, tough and enduring while also enhancing willpower.

He made a firm decision:

"When Master returns the day after tomorrow, I’ll have him practice [Doma Iron Crotch] too!"

Good things should be shared, Master’s large account was somewhat ruined, maybe after practicing.

He could start another new account...

...

Lunchtime.

Meng Chuan was having lunch at the cafeteria when he suddenly received a phone call.

[Meng Chuan, are you at United University?]

It was Zheng Zhenzhen calling.

[Yes.]

[Then I’ll come find you, I’ve learned a new fist technique, let’s spar a bit.]

Upon hearing this, Meng Jiaolong’s ears perked up immediately.

[Can you enter United University?]

[Why not? It’s not a dragon’s grotto or tiger’s den.]

Meng Chuan feeling helpless, here we go again...

He hung up the phone, knowing Meng Jiaolong would be practicing with him in the afternoon.

He could only continue nodding and agreeing.

Because Xu Qingfeng secretly told him yesterday:

"Your future homeroom teacher might very well be Meng Jiaolong’s mom."

He finally understood.

Why the woman in the dress during the major competition showed some hostility towards him later on...