Free Web NovelChapter 1089: Chapter 680: Watched by a Billion, Overlords Gather, Divine Marksman Li Wenshu! (Part 2)
On the Northern United University forum, many people were discussing whether this time Motohiko would meet him and complete the revenge battle that began during the True Inheritance contest.
Unfortunately, he had to disappoint them...
It’s not that Meng Chuan looks down on Motohiko, it is just the cold hard truth!
With his foundational skills established, he possessed the three layers of Dragon Elephant power.
His destructive capability was likely not far off from Motohiko’s master, Shang Ruyi...
The Martial Arts world is brutal.
His Qi Blood cultivation also far surpassed Motohiko, and the thought that Motohiko could defeat him was nothing short of fantasy.
He set his sights on all the competition’s participants.
Going through the list, aside from Shaolin’s Liao Chen and a few other ’junior brothers’, there were very few acquaintances.
Those of his age were still too young.
Most of them were at the Two Limits and found it extremely difficult to break into the Beijing tournament that gathered top nationwide talents.
The ones who managed to do so were just his two old acquaintances, Eastern United University’s Chen Xuan and the Celestial King’s grandson, Zheng Chengcheng, these ’two swords’.
Meng Chuan reviewed their provincial competition records, nodding in assessment:
"With Qi Blood at the peak of the Two Limits, enhanced combat abilities, and the superior equipment brought by their noble backgrounds, reversing the Three Limits isn’t hard at all."
The tournament imposes corresponding restrictions on divine weapons and armor, one of each of the fourth grade and below, both of them being fully equipped with top-tier gear, the boost was significant.
Standing across the lake and gazing at the Waterdrop Martial Arts Competition Center resembling an island at its center, Meng Chuan wrapped his left arm around Yang Yuelian’s waist as they traversed the water.
Flying over the lake, their striking figures and powerful aura drew glances from the shadows on the boats, filled with envy and admiration.
They were not from the older generation but peers radiating a youthful energy that was clearly visible at a glance.
"Who’s that, casually flying over like that?"
Seeing their youthful appearance, they didn’t seem to have the flying ability of a Grandmaster or above Martial Arts Family, causing everyone to discuss.
"So young and able to fly, could it be the tournament’s Arena Dominator?
I watch the lady’s back, it looks so much like the Emei Fairy Mu Nianxin!"
Someone stared at the graceful figure, eyes wide in disbelief.
The clear-headed among them shook their heads faintly:
"Tsk tsk, no matter who it is, they’re beyond your and my reach.
We’re fortunate to be here representing our school to cheer for our seniors, don’t you see the ticket prices outside have skyrocketed?
Quickly move your eyes away, don’t cause trouble."
Merely boarding the boat to the ’island’ to watch the competition was already a feat.
Yet compared to those under the spotlight at this event, the gap was still vast.
Inside the cabin, a handsome young man slowly emerged, following everyone’s gaze upward at a forty-five-degree angle.
"Brother Xuan, why are you out here? Go rest up to prepare for battle."
Chen Xuan, the young True Inheritance of Eastern United University, and one of the rare Two Limits participants in this Beijing tournament, the pride of Eastern United University.
"No need to worry, everyone. It was stuffy inside, just stepping out for some fresh air."
Chen Xuan nodded slightly, continuing to look at the silhouette passing through the sky, his expressionless face gradually showing some changes.
"That person... seems to be Meng Chuan?"
After a long absence, an old friend’s demeanor remained unchanged.
...
The plum blossoms filled with winter’s essence in Jinhai, its fragrance curling in the air.
The rich scent of flowers drifted over the lake, reaching the center’s Waterdrop Island.
Meng Chuan loosened his arm slightly, letting Yang Yuelian’s feet touch the ground first.
Before he could steady himself, a ’silver swung’ laugh came to his ears.
"Amitabha—Donor Meng, long time no see, I’ve missed you dearly, Buddha missed you terribly!
Oh dear, is this not the junior sister? How pretty! Donor Meng, you’re quite blessed!"
This ridiculous voice...
Meng Chuan steadied himself, sensing with a slight movement, discerning who had arrived.
It was Liao Chen, the big fat monk!
"Hmm?"
Meng Chuan hadn’t spoken yet when Liao Hai behind Liao Chen jumped out, clasped his hands together in greeting, and furiously admonished:
"Did Senior Brother break three? Congratulations!
You impertinent fat monk, call him Senior Brother! Call her Sister-in-law!"
Yang Yuelian shyly waved her hands repeatedly, while Meng Chuan was filled with black lines across his forehead, the two funny guys were still the same...
The most low-key ’Skinny Monk,’ Liao Qing, walked out slowly from the side. freeweɓnøvel.com
Thus, below the Shaolin Temple’s Grandmaster, the three ’titans’ reunited with Meng Chuan.
Liao Qing bowed his head slightly, hands clasped together:
"Long time no see, Brother Meng, your charisma hasn’t faded."
Under his perception, Meng Chuan’s aura was seamless.
Entirely like a sheathed famous sword, not showing anything revealing.
With this thought in mind, Liao Qing was secretly alarmed.
Typically, this scenario only occurs when the gap between two individuals is too large.
Both at the Three Limits, yet he couldn’t perceive the slightest bit, this was an abnormal display.
Moreover, he had improved in his cultivation, reaching the End Realm level of the Three Limits, not far from Three Flowers Gathering at the Top...
Alongside, Liao Chen, prompted by his companion’s ’reminder,’ also changed his address, calling him ’Senior Brother’ with a grin.
Meng Chuan exchanged greetings with the group, introducing the three monks to Yang Yuelian.
"The fattest one is Junior Brother Liao Chen, the more handsome one is Liao Hai, and the tall and thin one is Liao Qing.
They are my Shaolin friends, who I hadn’t seen in recent days as they were off the mountain."
Yang Yuelian, mimicking the others, clasped her hands together, smiling:
"Greetings to the esteemed monks—Amitabha."
Play was play, banter was banter, the three adjusted their sleeves, offering a proper salute.
"Senior Brother Meng, how did you become Senior Brother Ding Guang’s disciple? Tell Buddha, I also want to be the Abbot’s senior brother’s junior."
Liao Chen raised an eyebrow, leaning in beside him in curiosity.
Meng Chuan was silent and retorted internally:
"The Shaolin Temple’s generations are so chaotic..."
Senior Brother is both a term for the adept in the temple and a ranking order.
Being not a pure-blood Shaolin disciple, Meng Chuan continually felt confused listening, his head spinning.
"Do you really want to know?"
Liao Chen’s eyes gleamed: ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com
"Senior Brother, please enlighten!"
"It’s quite simple, it involves Yin and Yang, the Five Elements, and the way of mastery; one just needs to qualify to cultivate the Wanshi Kuorong scripture."
