With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal-Chapter 703 - 578: Grandmaster! Three Punches!

Even the monks, seeing this scene, broke into a cold sweat.

If it were an ordinary second limit, they would have perished like fallen Bodhi leaves!

Looking down at Meng Chuan, Liao Huo slowly extends his left hand, reversing the void.

A massive cloud is forcibly drawn to him, squeezed into a running elephant in his hand.

With tusks and large ears, unchanged is a body clad in dragon-scale armor.

"Second move."

The sound of dragon and elephant is like a stone tossed into a lake, stirring ripples of silence.

Only then did the monks realize that Meng Chuan...

Withstood the giant elephant’s punch intent?

Quickly regaining focus, observing the collision of the second move!

Whoosh whoosh whoosh—!

Like the Golden Cudgel emerging from an ear, instantly turning into a towering sea-stabilizing needle.

The elephant’s trunk swings remotely, suddenly crossing space barriers, a shadow of the whip fiercer than before lashes at the incoming firelight, the momentum terrifying.

Clang!

In the pit, a figure has long vanished; wrapped in blazing flames, it suddenly leaps up, eyes locked fiercely on the dragon-elephant.

In his vision, heaven and earth have become empty.

The world in his eyes is as if turned into a blank sheet of paper, only splashes of black ink bursting forth!

On this blank sheet, dodge!

At the moment the elephant’s trunk swings down, a terrifying feeling cuts through the air behind.

Boom!

The world suddenly changes, ink floods the entire sheet of paper.

The Grandmaster’s punch intent covers heaven and earth; there is no concept of dodging!

The world abruptly changes, the white paper completely turns black.

Yet within this darkness, only a streak of thunder light charges, shredding the surrounding darkness, leaving room for a corner.

The dragon-elephant is indeed formidable, but not facing the ink splash directly; Meng Chuan can barely resist!

Fragmented punch intents scatter all around.

Meng Chuan’s mind and entire body feel like pulp.

It’s like walking alone at night, someone close behind, hammering your skull!

Dong!!!

In Meng Chuan’s vision, mountains and rivers transform into flowing lines.

Energy flows like ink coloring rivers, vegetation twists into swirling ink dragons, and mountains rise and fall like giants coming to life roaring at the sky!

True Gang!

The power of Martial Arts True Gang!

Meng Chuan’s eyes deepen, astonishment surges.

Is this what is called Martial Arts True Gang?

Nearing that day going to the "real world," the energy source making the dead things live again!

Qi!

Or something else?

The essence of Martial Arts True Gang is altering the human body, recreating the earthly "Qi"?

No time to ponder.

Beneath his feet, the Cloud-Ascending Ladder holds him aloft, level eyes meet the dragon-elephant at the cloud’s edge for a moment.

Lines flicker as if chaotic radio waves dissipate entirely, heaven and earth restored before Meng Chuan’s eyes.

Torn, twisted, and flickering, dragon body mingled with grass collapses, bows down turning into a pool of stillness, mockingly watching him.

What truly is Martial Arts True Gang?

Meng Chuan forms his judgment.

Alter the human mind, perception of things!

Some Celestial Demons possess similar methods.

Be it force fields or spiritual power assaults, or some cunningly elemental demonic Qi.

But without exception, only the most potent Celestial Demons possess them.

Twisting faith and mental concepts, blocking senses and controlling force fields, using emotions to invade will, mimicking parasitic like venom.

According to the Cosmic Realm...

In those with divine blood, holding noble status, among ancestor generations, the so-called "deities" appeared!

Divine Power?

If by the Cosmic Realm’s saying, this is a kind of deity’s power?

Can the power of Martial Arts, the might of True Gang be somewhat seen as a divine power?

How strong is Divine Power?

Meng Chuan doesn’t know; he has never encountered the so-called "deities" of the Cosmic Realm.

Only clashing with small demons who claim connection to deities.

The True Gang power before him, compared to the cognitive alteration power possessed by those small demons.

Far superior!

Of course, this is a Martial Arts Grandmaster, hundreds of times stronger than Tiger Demon’s ilk.

What power does the seventh-tier Celestial Demon Marshal who can squash a Martial Arts Grandmaster possess, Meng Chuan doesn’t know either... 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

Overall, he has glimpsed the secrets of Martial Arts True Gang.

As for overcoming it, he has some speculation.

The noisy inner scene, perceiving from inside out, the white paper heaven and earth becomes thin.

Uphold martial arts will!

The stronger the will, the more resistance against such cognitive twisting power.

If he wants to defeat the "Extremity Dragon Elephant" at next year’s dawn martial performance, aside from previous strategies, strengthening martial arts will is equally needed.

These thoughts flash by like lightning.

Returning to the current situation, Meng Chuan’s face remains inscrutable, his heart growing heavier.

There’s still the third punch.

If really facing the dragon elephant’s punch head-on...

"..."

Meng Chuan vaguely sees the outcome of his bones shattered all over...

Defeating the opponent, he never dreamed of.

Giving him two more super traits is wishful thinking.

Four mutations, and a similarly strong body.

The dragon elephant’s fist weight is unquestionable.

What to do?

Still must go on!

The three moves he spoke of, he must proceed with tears...

Manipulating Bone Flower to control bones, wrap around organs, avoiding the punch’s edge?

There’s a chance.

Let him strike the flesh.

Recovery ability is top-notch, won’t hinder martial training.

Simultaneously, Meng Chuan wants to confront a punch head-on, see the physical gap between himself and a Grandmaster.

Inspired to act!

Gathering dozens of zhang of energy, regardless of attributes, transformed into a mass of colorful liquid.

Whether compatible or opposing, all assimilated by Meng Chuan, used for himself, his body emitting indescribable mixed hues, like throwing a palette into molten gold, a mouse overturning the paint tray.