With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal-Chapter 910 - 633: Night Owl, Brute Force, Flock of Crows (6k)_2
The words were full of confidence and beyond doubt.
Moreover, he knew Huo Zhan’s character; Huo Zhan was naturally meticulous and cautious in his actions, not one to boast.
The words of the opposite party were not false!
In Yang Zhaoxing’s mind, if Meng Chuan were the same age as Huo Zhan, he would undoubtedly crush him.
But the age difference was like a chasm; Meng Chuan was nearly ten years younger than Huo Zhan...
Those ten years were almost half of Meng Chuan’s current age.
During those ten years, Huo Zhan certainly wasn’t just lazing around at home.
Even if Yang Zhaoxing himself intervened, without using Gang Qi, he might not be able to take down Huo Zhan!
For Meng Chuan, winning is difficult...
Behind him, Yang Zhaoxing watched Meng Chuan’s back with a hint of worry in his eyes.
He thought about how to "compensate" the other party if they lost later, so they wouldn’t harbor any ill feelings towards the Yang Family...
In the past hundred years or so, thanks to the Yang Family’s wealth, Yang Zhaoxing had collected a lot of fine materials, but he had never been willing to use them.
He planned to leave them for the use of future generations, but now it seemed he had to use some for Meng Chuan to forge a weapon...
Along the way, many Yang Family members also gathered, mingling with Yang Yuelian, secretly glancing at the two non-Yang Family members walking at the forefront, wanting to watch the excitement.
Yang Zhaoxing’s face was sullen, intending to scold them away. But, when a crucial moment is at hand, they only add to the chaos!
However, Meng Chuan seemed indifferent, even slowed his pace to chat and laugh with the Yang Family members.
This scene momentarily made it difficult for Yang Zhaoxing to erupt in anger.
"Forget it... let them watch..."
Seeing how well Meng Chuan was getting along with the Yang Family people at this moment, Yang Zhaoxing felt slightly relieved.
It’s actually a good thing.
In truth, Meng Chuan was secretly gleeful, eager to gather delusions fiercely. He wished more people would come...
The progress of delusions hadn’t moved in a long time.
Hopefully, today he could have a satisfying harvest...
As they were about to start, Meng Chuan no longer compressed his form.
His towering figure of over three meters, coupled with a neatly cropped crew cut, exuded a valiant and extraordinary aura.
The Yang Family members beside him had to look up at Meng Chuan, having heard rumors before, but today was their first time seeing him.
Amidst the jokes, they silently observed.
Young, bright-eyed, godly, imposing!
Seeing Meng Chuan’s demeanor and physique, they understood why Patriarch Yang Zhaoxing was eager to match him with Yang Yuelian.
There was no other reason.
He matched the Yang Family’s most outstanding woman, who was adorned with dignity and intelligence beyond compare!
Compared to Huo Zhan, who was thirty with a more fierce aura but gloomy demeanor.
Whether in image and temperament or age, Meng Chuan was much more suitable than Huo Zhan.
Yang Yuelian, blooming like a flower, if wed to the tall and valiant Meng Chuan, would be the perfect match in their minds!
Of course, they only dared to ship them in their minds.
Because they had vaguely heard that the man didn’t seem too interested in the Yang Family’s goddess...
...
The sun shone brightly as massive trees bordered the vast site, like natural boundary reins.
Golden light filtered through the leaves, casting dappled silhouettes which merged with the swaying tree shadows and the gathering crowd.
The crowd buzzed with discussions, their gazes shifting from Meng Chuan in the center-left of the clearing to Huo Zhan of the Huo family on the right, whispering their opinions and arguing over the victory and defeat.
Those who believed Meng Chuan could win were his original "competition fans."
They thought that Meng Chuan had continuously surpassed his limits, defeating stronger opponents, so even if Huo Zhan was at the End Realm of a master, he wouldn’t be a match for Meng Chuan, who had just entered the Three Limits.
But the majority still favored Huo Zhan because he was older.
Being ten years senior represented an insurmountable gap in skills, Qi Blood, and other aspects between Meng Chuan and him.
These were superficial insights that were evident at a glance.
Yang Zhaoxing knew that Huo Zhan’s Qi Blood was at Perfection, with the harmony of the sky and inner vision, having already established an "Inner World."
A resonance between the Inner World and the outer world could unleash strength that wasn’t merely what met the eye.
As he stepped forward two paces, the clamor ceased.
On ordinary days, Yang Zhaoxing still held considerable prestige.
Seeing his movement, the Yang Family members immediately fell silent, watching quietly.
Only Yang Yuelian seemed oblivious to this, her chirping like a little sparrow noticeably apparent in the sudden silence.
She was the princess treasured by Yang Zhaoxing, naturally treated differently from others.
As Yang Zhaoxing advanced two more steps, a large mass of white mist billowed behind him. When the "quantity" built to a certain level, it burst like a water balloon, spreading across the ground.
Meng Chuan saw this scene and nodded secretly.
Overlaying True Gang on the ground, similar techniques were exhibited during sparring at the Shaolin Temple with Liao Chen, though Liao Chen’s methods were more advanced.
The purpose was clear.
As a Martial Arts Master, he was already extraordinary.
This mountainous terrain couldn’t withstand both of them exerting full force, so it was essential to cover a layer of True Gang to protect the mountain from damage.
Meng Chuan’s gaze shifted back, seeing Huo Zhan had already drawn his weapon.
The Huo family was the foremost Gun Technique Family in San Qin, so Huo Zhan naturally used a spear, though its shape bore some differences from traditional spears. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺
The spearhead was unique, resembling a three-sided spike, with the entire spear point spiraling backward like a twisted snake, or like spiral steel wrapped in ferocious, ringed teeth.
The blade darkly crimson with intricate carvings of eagle feathers, Huo Zhan spun the spear with one hand, twirling it into a spear flower, where jet-black tail-feather-like energy dispersed, carrying a fearsome air of killing intent.
"An Eight-Foot Serpent Spear?"
