pappabearbooks Chapter 449 - 414: Tiger Roars to the Sky, Lü Bu Rides His Steed, Fire Dance Whirlwind!
Chapter 449 - 414: Tiger Roars to the Sky, Lü Bu Rides His Steed, Fire Dance Whirlwind!
His aura tightened around him, and his left arm was entwined with dragon-shaped True Qi, merging to form a Yellow Dragon Stance."Not bad."
Meng Chuan nodded secretly.
Zheng Chengcheng’s dragon form aura, although appearing less robust in size compared to the Dragon Master shown in the prior Supernova competition.
In reality, it’s the opposite, as it actually exhibits a more refined purity.
Previously, the massive Yellow Dragon commanded by Zheng Chengcheng was just a standard Buddha’s Will to Cross the Dragon stance.
But now it seems, unsurprisingly, Zheng Chengcheng has also mastered Martial Arts Momentum.
It wasn’t over yet, as a black-and-white ink-colored stream gradually rose from Zheng Chengcheng’s right arm.
A fierce tiger inked like a watercolor snaked from his back to his arm, ready to strike!
Meng Chuan’s Qi Observation Skill initiated instinctively, detecting a familiar scent.
"Isn’t this the same Tiger Form Cultivation Technique that Zheng Zhenzhen knows? It seems somewhat more sophisticated..."
However, what surprised Meng Chuan the most.
Was Zheng Chengcheng’s ability to wield "Left Yellow Dragon, Right Ink Tiger."
Clearly, he could combine two Martial Arts Momentum techniques for use simultaneously, which was quite impressive.
This was something Meng Chuan couldn’t achieve at the moment.
However, it wasn’t a big issue, he glanced at Chen Xuan beside him, deciding to first take down Zheng Chengcheng.
No other reasons, Meng Chuan was currently annoyed by the sight of tigers...
...
Zheng Chengcheng sharply sensed Meng Chuan’s aura targeting him, hostility approaching intensely.
He decided swiftly, moving with Dragon Steps and Tiger Paces, reducing the distance by three steps to Meng Chuan.
The dragon form excelled in punches, a powerful direct thrust reaching out, with his fist stance instantly threatening Meng Chuan’s face.
Simultaneously, his left arm, supposed to perform Tiger Form short strikes, instead held a treasured sword as if nestled in a tiger’s mouth.
Utilizing the weapon’s length, he elongated the Tiger Form Boxing stance at once, evidently to avoid giving Meng Chuan a chance for close combat.
Meng Chuan smiled, Zheng Chengcheng still hasn’t learned his lesson, these moves aim to compete with him in fist-foot technique fighting.
So let it be.
With a dangerous sword edge, Meng Chuan didn’t brace hard against it.
He wanted to enjoy it more, not many on Lishan Mountain could exert such pressure on him.
Today was a good opportunity to hone his skills, directly unleashing physical power felt too dull.
Faced with the combination of Dragon and Tiger forms, two high-level fist stances’ combined pressure.
Meng Chuan’s webbed muscles on his feet tightened, then bulged sharply outward.
Meanwhile, his back muscles seemed to come alive, like small wings flapping, swiftly flashing three feet away as if teleporting.
This was the [Divine Movement Hundred Changes] Body Technique, demonstrating intricate use in actual combat.
Distance isn’t the primary concern, rather controlling it just right.
He grazed past the sword’s edge and fist’s edge, his left foot gripping the ground, and his right leg forming a bow to thrust outward, heavily striking Zheng Chengcheng’s abdomen.
Just within two moves, Meng Chuan forcefully entered the inner circle, releasing a short strike signal from the knee collision.
"Such a brilliant technique..."
Chen Xuan beside hadn’t moved yet, from his observer’s perspective, he witnessed Meng Chuan’s entire explosive movement.
Every fractional movement was meticulously controlled, hauntingly terrifying.
The entire body was nearly controlled within a 0.01-centimeter margin of error, capable of dancing on the knife’s edge, using short strikes to cleverly combat Long Fist Boxing.
Meng Chuan himself declared, he wants to take on two.
Chen Xuan didn’t hold back either, but he adhered to principles, reversing the sword back into its sheath.
Then his legs bent and flexed slightly like a bird perched on a branch, his hands forming a similar embracing posture.
The left palm slightly lifted like gathering feathers, the right fist inwardly clenching hiding the sharpness.
His body resembling a young phoenix tucking wings, hands akin to a phoenix beak bringing a rancid wind, aiming at Meng Chuan’s left leg bearing his body weight, fiercely swooping to peck!
"Coming well!"
Meng Chuan’s supporting leg bent downward along with the momentum, pulling the raised knee back similarly, without bothering to kick Zheng Chengcheng further.
Facing two peers as prodigies, Meng Chuan couldn’t activate his liberation state, he could only evade, not confront head-on.
The phoenix form in Chen Xuan’s hands was sufficient to tear apart the protective True Qi and Hard Skills Armor around him.
Their martial arts skill level, compared to the previous senior masters Meng Chuan battled at United University, faintly surpassed.
Not only himself, but other Martial Arts prodigies also couldn’t judge high or low merely by age.
At this moment, confronting Meng Chuan head-on, naturally, the pressure was not minor.
In the instant he withdrew his legs, Zheng Chengcheng immediately pulled back and counterattacked.
With both hands tightly clenched, the joints instantly compressed the air, bursting out invisible ripples, exuding the aura of a tiger roaring through the mountains.
Then as the tiger claws fully formed, he extended his arm, kicked his leg, twisted his waist, a tiger spine undulating like mountain ridges stretching to the lumbar, issuing a roar that instantly lashed out, tearing through obstacles towards Meng Chuan’s chest.
Zheng Chengcheng’s body was slender yet his long arm and leg were full of Power.
This move [Fierce Tiger Roaring Sky Hammer] set up and struck out, seemed like a colossal five-meter mountain king pouncing forward, launching a hefty paw pad with determination!
Tiger Stance erupted with long-arm slashing momentum, instantly enveloping all Meng Chuan’s retreat options.
No other recourses except a fierce confrontation.
Yet this suited Meng Chuan perfectly, as he drew back his leg instantly, completing a series of actions such as retracting arms and sinking the waist.
The fist frame clearly displayed the "embracing round sitting horse" bent stance.
The right arm swept upward with a blazing intent, one punch opened the sky, that’s a head-on fight!
This punch, Meng Chuan showcased absolute dominance, as if Lu Bu mounted his horse wielding the Crescent Moon Halberd in full upward swing.
With this fierce clash, let’s see whose physical quality is stronger.
Bang!
At the moment of collision, the friction between the fist blade and the sword in Zheng Chengcheng’s hand produced a piercing sound, scattering countless sparks.
At this moment, the gap between the two was instantly revealed.
Meng Chuan’s entire arm muscles bulged, and the dark blue large tendons were spread all over, instantly displaying an incredibly terrifying explosive force.
Although Zheng Chengcheng had a stronger grasp of Martial Arts Momentum, Meng Chuan’s momentum was enhanced twice, completely capable of forcefully suppressing with sheer volume.
"Crack"...
After the hard clash, immense power penetrated from the tip to the hilt, then transmitted to the fist holding the sword.
With a cracking sound, the muscles and veins on Zheng Chengcheng’s entire arm, even the Tiger Form stance wrapped with True Qi, power, and fist stance, spun violently in a counter-clockwise direction.
The pain reaching deep into the bone was transmitted from the arm to the brain nerves.
Zheng Chengcheng’s face twisted together, knowing he had already lost his combat ability.
"Lost again..."
He knew, using the Buddha’s Will to Cross the Dragon fist stance, which Meng Chuan had seen before, he would probably have little chance of winning.
That’s why he changed his fist strategy, intending to use the domineering Tiger Form to win.
But he was mistaken; Meng Chuan loved to counter force with force...
Zheng Chengcheng withdrew gloomily; Meng Chuan didn’t have time to adjust and change his stance before quickly twisting his body to dodge.
Because beside him, a Fire Phoenix was attacking with flapping wings.
Only he remained alone; Chen Xuan had already drawn his sword.
With his first move being a True Skill grand attack, his hand was like a phoenix beak holding a sword, burning crimson fire flowed around him.
The sword tip drew a spiral trajectory, resembling a Fire Phoenix spinning and diving downwards.
He executed with rising and falling motions, rolling his wings, with an aerial flying posture.
This is the essence of Phoenix Form, which Crane Form cannot compare to.
Compared to Crane Form, Phoenix Form might lack a bit in speed, but it has stronger explosive force.
It combines agility with heaviness and appears especially regal and domineering in momentum.
This is the Intermediate True Skill Fist Technique, the grand move of the Phoenix Feather Shocking Rainbow Fist.
"Fire Dance Whirlwind!"
This style, with the Fire Phoenix stirring the sky, instantly turned Chen Xuan’s two arms into long fire chains.
The hand holding the sword extended longer, with one long and one short, gathering force internally and externally, stirring up flaming storm-like fire.
Like Zheng Chengcheng, Chen Xuan, being a martial arts prodigy entering the talent pool, harbored his own pride.
Of the same age, his Qi Blood even outpaced Meng Chuan.
Therefore, he disdained grappling techniques, opting for direct frontal assault!
Frankly, if Meng Chuan engaged with them genuinely.
Once activated, his strength and speed fully overpower, just like playing whack-a-mole, knocking them one by one...
But now, Meng Chuan, without activating, tightened his body to the extreme.
He sensed in Chen Xuan’s grand move, an immensely intense sword intent.
This sword stance stepping and spinning, chopped fiercely toward Meng Chuan, designed specifically by Chen Xuan to prevent him from drilling in for fierce attacks like defeating Zheng Chengcheng earlier.
This stance, once unleashed, seemed to cut through rivers like pulling out a sword.
Swish, swish, swish!
The whirlwind uprooted the ground within a hundred meters, producing violent destructive tearing sounds in the air.
Meng Chuan’s form sank, his feet rooted into the earth as if growing roots, arms positioned like iron gates, using the "Anchor Boat Lean" starting style.
Seeing the sword wind tear up the earth reaching his chest, he suddenly twisted his waist and hips, his shoulders and back rolled like giant wheels, forcibly resisting the raging Sword Qi by three inches.
"Break!"
With a shout, Meng Chuan’s right elbow suddenly lifted, while his left palm supported along the sword’s spine, his entire body’s muscles and bones emitted the sound of bowstrings snapping.
The sword stance cutting mountains and rivers was forcibly bent by his Anchor Boat Lean’s sinking force.
As the sword tip brushed past his ear, his left hand’s fist blade seized the sword guard, his right arm muscles twisted like a python twisting steel.
"Clang—!"
Chen Xuan’s tiger mouth quivered intensely, the long sword launched skyward.
Drawing a silver arc under the sun, it wedged diagonally into a rock crack ten zhang away, buzzing endlessly.
No time to be astonished, with Chen Xuan’s abundant combat experience, he immediately punched towards Meng Chuan’s brow!
His middle finger bone protruded significantly, accumulating Phoenix Form momentum above.
Like a sharp iron nail, intent on piercing into Meng Chuan’s skull.
This is the "Phoenix Eye Sharp Fist."
Meng Chuan’s perception was exceedingly sharp; even though his elbow blocked part of his vision, he reacted instantly.
The Eighth Pole short striking stance suddenly unfolded, facing the Phoenix Eye peck at the forehead, Meng Chuan stepped forward, palm supported to tackle, gigantic force thrust upwards, two forces engaged in collision.
Then, the other hand followed by recoiling the elbow and spreading, unexpectedly grabbing towards Chen Xuan’s spiritual crown!
Shake Rivers Eighth Pole—Lock Rivers Hand!
Meng Chuan employed the principle of using one’s own strategies against them.
"Trouble!"
Chen Xuan, feeling dread in his heart, realizing this punch was deflected, his body entirely suppressed and turned weak and powerless, footstep floating, as if he was hit and flung away.
Finding no technique to execute the subsequent punches, he now realized the phenomenal strength possessed by Meng Chuan.
One force overwhelms ten arts, no matter how ingenious Phoenix Form might be.
However, the power gap is so immense; all variations are futile.
Luckily, he stabilized his center of gravity, preventing truly being flung out.
While shocked by Meng Chuan’s immense power, Chen Xuan suddenly felt his scalp numb, his ears ringing with the "rumbling" sonic boom, as if a fighter jet brushed past his scalp.