With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal-Chapter 775 - 599: Xingyi Fist! The Final Battle! Geng Metal Golden Crow Dragon!

Chapter 775: Chapter 599: Xingyi Fist! The Final Battle! Geng Metal Golden Crow Dragon!

His eyes focused on the camera footage, and he shouted loudly:

"Old Dong, you’d better be careful! This pesky kid can’t be measured by common sense."

"Of course I know, but Old Lu, not everyone is as weak as you, hahaha!"

"Damn..."

Lu Zhuxiao’s face turned dark, and he almost blurted out some curses.

But he saw Meng Chuan slowly putting on his fist blades, and his expression tensed as he focused on stabilizing the equipment.

"You have to win, beat that foul-mouthed Old Dong to a pulp..."

Lu Zhuxiao tightened his grip on the camera, silently cheering for Meng Chuan, his palms sweating from the tension.

A disciple surpassing the master, and even exceeding the mountains that he himself has never reached.

Few things in the world are more exhilarating...

...

Meng Chuan and his mentor stood facing each other from a distance, rainwater splashing down their faces.

Today, he was going to commit the "outrageous" act...

Most of his gaze was fixed on the "Black Dragon" gripped by Dong Yue.

It seemed like... a large weapon completely forged from magic refined iron, at least six meters long, more exaggerated than the lances used by generals on horseback in the Ancient Martial Era.

The shaft was over ten centimeters in diameter, and holding it was like gripping a massively thick spiked club.

Ordinary people wouldn’t even be able to grasp it, let alone lift it.

Meng Chuan watched as Dong Yue lifted the giant spear, his muscles rippling like flowing water as if they had come alive, accompanied by a fierce, sandy breath that swept over the heavens and earth.

Power and oppression became tangible at this moment.

He felt as if he was in an ancient battlefield, surrounded by bloodthirsty armies.

In his eyes, Master Dong seemed only a red hare short of being like Lu Bu...

Meanwhile, Dong Yue clenched his grip on the spear, and the spearhead slightly rolled against the ground, producing a rumbling sound akin to rolling stones.

This giant spear, like a steel black dragon, had a spearhead resembling the spiral horn of a dragon, converging its spear light to a pinpoint, as sharp as a needle.

The surroundings were sharpened 360 degrees in a circle; a brush would injure you — truly a vicious and lethal weapon!

"Xiaomeng, I’m well aware of your level, so I won’t bother with Heart Spirit Fist."

"Thus... I present to you, the Yue Family Heart Spirit Big Spear. Please, appreciate it."

Dong Yue didn’t need to hold back.

This kid took three punches from a Grandmaster and is still bouncing around.

Holding back would only be uncomfortable for him; a hearty battle is better!

If he loses...

Even though Dong Yue believed the possibility of his defeat was nearly zero.

He was prepared with a "follow-up" plan.

If he lost, then after breaking through to level four, he’d settle the score with this annoying kid!

Hahaha!

Dong Yue didn’t bother with those details; this pesky kid was like half a disciple to him, whatever!

Meng Chuan flicked his sleeves, the tip of the fist blades pointing distantly at the Black Dragon.

He felt a slight regret in his heart, wishing he had a halberd in his hand at this moment; a fight with Master Dong would be exhilarating!

Moreover, seeing the six-meter Black Dragon spear in Dong Yue’s hands.

A thought arose in his heart about reforging and upgrading the Yang Family [Yingzhao] halberd.

A Grandmaster-level Divine Weapon could already be imbued with more mysterious "spirituality."

But Meng Chuan didn’t need those flashy things; his idea was simple.

Just longer, thicker, and sharper!

Meanwhile, Dong Yue’s aura in his eyes changed in an instant.

Both hands gripped the spear handle, his gaze coldly fixed on Meng Chuan.

There were no extraneous thoughts or expressions, only the spear and focus.

"Going up?"

"Master Dong, please."

Whoosh—

Dong Yue lowered his stance, and the entire valley seemed to fall silent, sinking.

The surrounding area of a hundred yards sunk a little.

Lu Zhuxiao swayed at the edge of the cliff and couldn’t help but stabilize a bit more.

The spearhead, imbued with the energies of gold and earth, was heavy like a city-destroying hammer, yet in this moment, it danced silently like a wisp of wind.

The semicircular arc sliced through the air at lightning speed, slashing towards Meng Chuan’s face!

"Stabbing people like walking, seeing people like mowing grass; on the spear like a whistling wind, rising and falling like an arrow piercing."

These two phrases are the core mantra and essence of the martial arts from the Ancient Martial Era — [Yue Style Heart Spirit Spear Manual].

Exhibited vividly through Dong Yue.

Dong Yue took the initiative, making the spear in his hands come alive instantly.

As if the steel dragon spine trembled, stretching its form.

As it approached Meng Chuan’s face, the edge swept through, and the terrifying sound wave only erupted suddenly.

With a piercing whistle through the sky, it horizontally slashed at Meng Chuan’s waist.

Too fast!

This terrifyingly heavy spear, weighing unknown tons, danced in Dong Yue’s hands like a light stalk of foxtail grass.

Meng Chuan focused his heart and spirit to the extreme!

In front of him, along with the spear’s onslaught, came a dense yellow mist obscuring his vision.

This was an illusion formed by the combination of gold and earth elements, making it impossible for him to discern, hard to spur the spirit to judge and dodge.

If not for layers of hard skills’ protective light, this exaggerated hurricane could peel his skin off!

Withstand it?

Meng Chuan never thought of enduring it, not even a bit.

The explosive spear formed by the collective infusion of qi blood, strength, and intent required at least the strength of his body after the "Sumeru Mountain" training to have a slight chance.

Blocking it now would end the contest instantly...

Lu Zhuxiao saw through the high-tech camera screen and instantly his heart was in his throat watching this strike.

He even suspected that even a Grade Four divine armor would have its brilliance dimmed and shattered like paper in front of this strike.

Can Meng Chuan dodge it?

Lu Zhuxiao lacked the strength, but he had a discerning eye.

If this strike couldn’t be dodged, Meng Chuan would undoubtedly lose.

Dong Yue didn’t test the waters like boiling a frog in warm water; he came with full force from the start, making one shudder.