With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal-Chapter 100 - 98: First Experience with Killing Intent, Purple Yoga Pants

Chapter 100: Chapter 98: First Experience with Killing Intent, Purple Yoga Pants

The evening breeze blew gently, as Meng Chuan stood on the rooftop practicing his martial arts.

He held his breath, and his figure swayed momentarily.

With his movements, it was as if a mysterious and peculiar force empowered his fists and feet.

Every punch and kick was significantly more powerful than before.

Accompanied by the piercing sound of the wind, the surrounding air got stirred into a whirl.

Just as Liu Sanduo told Chen Xuewu, the insight Meng Chuan gained during his last practice of the Luo’s Baji Fist was not merely an enhancement of skill proficiency.

There was also an arcane force, like an undercurrent hidden deep in the sea, usually dormant, but once activated, its power was astounding.

At this moment, his fists and feet seemed tightly enveloped by this force, wildly unleashing an incredible destructive power.

According to Meng Chuan’s understanding, this force was akin to an invisible version of Armament Haki.

Though unseen, it granted him added resilience and offensive power.

Recollecting the past, since Meng Chuan started training under Luo Guanyun.

He always followed Master Luo’s teachings and, while practicing punches, would mentally conjure an image of an imaginary enemy during shadowboxing.

Then, like a ferocious beast, he would attack with all means until defeating and even tearing apart the opponent!

Until last time at school, Meng Chuan engaged in a life-and-death battle with the invading bandit Viper.

After that deadly battle, he achieved profound enlightenment.

It was since then that he discovered this mysterious force and cleverly incorporated it into his fists and feet.

Later, when he asked Master Luo, the latter explained to him.

"The surge you mentioned is a tangible manifestation of willpower.

——Killing Intent!"

Meng Chuan reminisced as he punched beneath the starry sky.

In his fists and feet, insights flowed, seemingly re-entering that arcane epiphany.

Memories surfaced in his mind.

...

Master Luo, holding the [Steel Bone] in his hand, studied it repeatedly before tossing it to him, saying:

"A child’s toy is of no help to a Martial Arts Family, you should practice your martial arts more and not rely on external objects."

Meng Chuan nodded in acknowledgment.

But what he didn’t know was that after he left, Luo Guanyun immediately called Chief Long Jiu.

"Thanks for providing this as a reward, Bald Dragon."

In the flashback, Luo Guanyun took Meng Chuan, and the two used the Cloud-Ascending Ladder technique, jumping onto the rooftop in just a few steps.

"All right, Meng Chuan, follow me to the roof."

The two of them gazed at the large tree a dozen meters away, thick enough for two people to wrap their arms around.

Luo Guanyun reminded him:

"Watch closely, this is the power of Killing Intent."

Luo Guanyun struck out a punch, using neither Thunder True Qi nor any other force, but merely with substantiated Killing Intent, the immense impact shattered the tree into pieces.

"Your Killing Intent is still too weak; there’s a long way to go before reaching the Detached Realm."

"Master Luo, how can I reach that level?"

"Only through understanding, and experiencing the edge of life and death within killing."

"But you must always be vigilant; your killings should serve a purpose,

misusing your power will only make you a puppet of the Heart Demon, never wield a knife against the innocent, only kill those who deserve it."

Luo Guanyun’s words echoed under the night sky as Meng Chuan pondered while punching.

Power is like a double-edged sword, capable of both protecting the weak and punishing evil.

But driven by desire, it could also lead one astray if not controlled.

"Only kill those who deserve it."

These seemingly simple words carried heavy responsibility and duty.

Repeatedly contemplating, Meng Chuan felt like he was searching for light in darkness with each thought.

During this long period of deliberation, his eyes gradually grew clear, as if clouds parted to reveal the sun.

"Wield the blade against evil, and have no regrets."

The next moment.

As he moved his Heart Spirit.

Like a slumbering beast awakened, his entire arm was tightly wrapped with invisible yet immensely oppressive Killing Intent.

As he unleashed his hand, it was like a torrent of built-up power breaking through a dam, tearing apart everything in its path...

...

Rongmin Garden.

Liu Ru sat quietly in front of the vanity table, which was adorned with various exquisite cosmetic products.

Usually, aside from her obsession with Martial Arts, she was just an ordinary woman who loved beauty like many others.

In her spare time, she always enjoyed meticulously dressing up in front of the mirror.

However, nowadays she hadn’t touched these beloved cosmetics in a long time.

Simply because her body was no longer under her control; the bizarre toxin Celestial Demon had become the new owner of her body, firmly in command of everything.

A glimmer of helplessness and unwillingness flashed in Liu Ru’s eyes, then immediately replaced by a manic, evil grin.

She slowly extended her hand, picked up the makeup on the table, and attempted to apply it to her face.

She studied it carefully, but due to her clumsy movements, the makeup ended up grotesque, like that of a ghost.

Frustrated and gradually losing patience, her mouth suddenly widened open, even larger, her sinister white teeth glinting coldly, and then she swallowed the vanity mirror in one bite.

"Hssss, this human art of makeup is simply too difficult."

Her voice carried a tone of irritation and helplessness.

After returning from Foreigner Street, Liu Ru searched the internet for the miraculous effects of Western Divine Oil.

As a Celestial Demon, it was naturally proud and lofty.

Yet now, it also developed a deep admiration for Meng Chuan.

"So young, yet with such addiction?"

Then her lips gently curled up, revealing a knowing smile.

After pondering for a moment, a bold plan quietly took shape in her mind.

She decided to use the situation to her advantage, as Meng Chuan was already an acquaintance of hers, planning to entice him using her appearance.

As she finalized her plan, the corners of her mouth suddenly contorted, almost as if she were dry heaving, and she spat out the complete dressing table mirror.

Then she picked up the bright lipstick on the table, applying it clumsily yet with focus.

"Learning by doing, I suppose."

...

Weekend.

The sky was slightly bright, and Meng Chuan was still on the rooftop, practicing his breathing techniques for armored skill, when he received an invitation from Chen Xuewu.

There was a sense of urgency in the other party’s voice:

"Brother Meng, in this duel, I hope you will give it your all so I can see the true distance between us."

He exhaled a breath of turbid air, Purple Qi came from the east.

Meng Chuan finished his stance, stood up and delightedly agreed:

"Alright, let’s find a nearby place."

After meeting, the two found a deserted open area nearby.

The duel started at 9:59 in the morning, and time quietly passed until the duel ended, by then it was already ten o’clock.

During the process, Meng Chuan fulfilled Chen Xuewu’s request and went all out.

In just three moves, he struck Chen Xuewu painfully to the ground.

Meng Chuan’s fist was filled with fierce killing intent, like a tiger pouncing on prey.

Chen Xuewu was unable to confront it head-on; just a slight touch would flood his heart with intense fear, instinctively wanting to evade the sharp edge.

Chen Xuewu struggled to get up, although his face showed a hint of embarrassment, his eyes were full of admiration:

"Brother Meng is truly amazing, such willpower is truly impressive."

Meng Chuan, seeing this, cupped his fists with a smile and modestly said:

"You’re too kind, Xuewu."

"It’s not a gap in skill and power but rather a difference in mental level. If one’s state of mind is not up to par, they can only use Transformed Strength to deflect the offensive."

Chen Xuewu couldn’t help but recall what his master once said, feeling a complex mix of emotions, he bitterly thought to himself:

"The gap between Brother Meng and me is getting wider. While physical cultivation can still be pursued, the elevation of the state of mind, how difficult is that?"

...

Meng Chuan arrived at the martial arts gym at eleven in the morning.

The atmosphere in the gym today was a bit different from the past.

The students gathered in small groups, enthusiastically discussing topics like hiking trips, laughter and chatter filling the air.

Meng Chuan showed little interest in this, decided not to delve deeper, and headed straight to the familiar Wooden Man Posture to focus on practicing his punches.

Just as he was practicing with gusto, Liu Ru gracefully walked over.

Unlike her usual efficient image in the martial arts gym uniform,

Today, she wore a full-body deep purple yoga suit.

The yoga suit clung to her body, accented with cloud patterns at the waist, each wrinkle was tightly filled, charmingly arresting.

With each step, her movements caused a gentle ripple, leading the students to occasionally glance sideways, their eyes filled with anticipation, their thoughts wandering who knows where.

Liu Ru walked up to Meng Chuan, the corners of her mouth slightly upturned, her tone soft and gentle:

"Xiaomeng, care to lend a hand?"

The morning duel with Chen Xuewu was yet to satisfy Meng Chuan’s thirst, so seeing Liu Ru’s invitation, it was just what he wished:

"Alright."

Then, with gentlemanly courtesy, he said:

"Ladies first."

The duel began, and Meng Chuan repressed his killing intent, purely taking this bout as an opportunity to hone his combat skills.

Liu Ru also held back, not using Transformed Strength.

Even so, after battling through hundreds of moves, she finally managed to push Meng Chuan back, gaining the upper hand.

During the skirmish, Liu Ru’s attacks always brushed closely alongside Meng Chuan’s punch trajectory.

Whenever she was about to seize a critical spot, she would slide away like a fish, neither giving nor taking much.

After an intense exchange, the two parted.

Liu Ru was slightly panting, her body rising and falling with her breath, further highlighting her charm.

Her disordered hair from the fight fell on her forehead, adding a unique touch to her allure.

"Xiaomeng, you’re getting more and more impressive now."

Liu Ru’s voice was coquettish with a touch of clumsy playfulness.

Meng Chuan couldn’t help feeling a little awkward, wondering to himself:

"What’s with Sister Ru’s sudden change in style, could it be she has someone in mind?"

Liu Ru seemed unaware of Meng Chuan’s odd mood, continuing:

"Xiaomeng, you weren’t around earlier, everyone’s planning to go hiking next week, are you coming?"

As she spoke, Liu Ru turned around.

She turned her back to Meng Chuan to adjust the tilted shoe sole caused by the fight, the yoga pants truly hugged, making her posture appear exceedingly elegant.

The reason she changed into this purple skin-hugging attire was that a few days ago, while Venom was learning experiences online, he saw someone initiate a poll asking what men’s favorite outfit was.

Purple yoga pants overwhelmingly took the top spot.

The students stood behind Meng Chuan, constantly peeking to the sides, their eyes filled with anticipation, all waiting to see if the two would have another round.

At this moment, Le Ping’s voice rose from the crowd:

"Brother Chuan, go for another, best of three, you haven’t lost yet!"

Another voice immediately refuted:

"Nonsense, it’s best of five!"

"Brother Chuan, if you don’t fight then let me, I can still battle for three hundred rounds!"

The martial arts gym became lively with shouts from the crowd one after another.

Meng Chuan was no fool to their thoughts.

But he truly felt nothing of it; no yoga pants could compare to his own [Doma Iron Arm]...

Thinking of this, the Esoteric Sect body refining oil was likely arriving soon, so Meng Chuan, with a hint of apology, declined Liu Ru’s invitation.

"Sister Ru, I’ve been busy lately, practicing martial arts is at a critical stage, you all go ahead hiking."

Liu Ru’s smile was a bit forced, thinking this guy is a bit impervious to persuasion...

"Everyone’s going, just waiting for you, the master brother."

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