fantasy novels Chapter 1073 - 676: Special Physique, Eight Unshacklings, Mortal Shell Shedding!
Chapter 1073 - 676: Special Physique, Eight Unshacklings, Mortal Shell Shedding!
As thoughts flashed like lightning, Meng Chuan paused slightly and disappeared in the blink of an eye.He was heading to the Shaolin Temple’s cultivation treasure land, the Western Sage Hall.
To practice boxing, to practice hard skills.
Roar—!
A natural sense of oppression suddenly surged, and the roar of dragons and elephants echoed through the heavens and the earth.
At this moment, Meng Chuan’s entire body emitted a golden glow, and his bulging muscles resembled pythons and dragons. Under the radiant light, they were like pieces of red-hot gold bricks.
Amazing heat waves were released in rings, and the air of the entire treasure land exuded a suffocating scorched aroma.
Ever since the addition of the "Prajna Dragon Elephant Skill," the ’sun’ rising up has caused his horizontal training to severely damage the surrounding environment.
While practicing Circulation, it was impossible to contract his muscles and body as usual.
Just a slight lift of the hand could whip up a hurricane, and with a mere move, he could casually crush the ground beneath his feet.
However, standing in the sky gave one a feeling of being floating, unable to find stability.
After practicing, he sought out Master Baibao to ’read files’...
It’s possible, but you can’t do it every day.
The master also needs to cultivate and can’t revolve around him alone.
Therefore, cultivating in the treasure land is the best choice for horizontal training.
Of course, now he is Senior Brother Meng of the Shaolin Temple. The most crucial reason for utilizing the treasure land for free practice...
"Meng... Senior Brother..."
Master Jue Ming’s teacher, Grandmaster Shi Wu, who guarded the treasure land, had a face as black as pot-bottom soot, forcing out these words between his teeth.
Last time he came, he was just a ’kid.’ What kind of dogshit luck did he have this time to become a disciple of Senior Brother Ding Guang.
He transformed, just like that, into his Senior Brother...
Heaven have mercy, Shi Wu would be celebrating his hundredth birthday next month!
But the Divine Monk had given an order, and Shi Wu dared not disobey...
"Amitabha—this old monk is vexed!"
...
Meanwhile, far away across the ocean in the United States.
The neon lights flickered, and skyscrapers towered.
People of various colors gathered in one place, erupting in earth-shattering cheers.
This was the ’World’s First City’ of the old times—New York!
Although New York has somewhat declined, not comparable to the current world-recognized first city "Shangjing", it remains in many people’s minds as the ’most bustling city’.
City center.
The extraordinarily large ’Giant Dome Arena,’ with sound waves like tides.
"Lao Da, you’re the best, I knew it!"
"Corby, my god! You’re the champion, incredible!"
The qualifying match of the "World Youth Martial Arts Tournament" in the United States region concluded.
Corby, surrounded by black mist, revealed a white toothy grin through the fog.
Smiling, he ascended the champion’s podium amidst the boiling cheers.
Above the arena, a sacred light appeared, and choruses rang, becoming more grandiose.
Within the light, a graceful silhouette gradually emerged, step by step approaching the award podium.
She had a tall figure, her black-and-white streamlined nun attire delineating perfect curves, with golden hair like a waterfall and fiery red lips.
Such a forbidden yet desirous allure concentrated on one person, enough to spark beautiful fantasies in every man.
But everyone restrained themselves, no matter who.
Because she was the United States’ seventh-tier ’Angel-class’ powerhouse—[Wisdom Angel · Vira]!
To harbor thoughts of desecration, one would have to not want to live...
Vira’s gaze swept across the entire scene, the air subtly trembling.
A substantial oppressive force fell, directly into the depths of everyone’s soul.
She was the contemporary’s strongest in Western spiritual cultivation!
On the champion’s podium, Corby looked at this perfect silhouette, daring not to show it on the surface, but in truth secretly swearing...
On either side of the podium were figures enveloped in lingering black flames, akin to shadow assassins.
A white giant with a five-meter frame had bulging muscles, veins entwined like ancient tree roots, appearing as if a Titan incarnate.
Another woman with ethereal presence had a ’flame demon’ spirit body floating behind her like deep red lava, with eye depths harboring a soul-stirring psychic storm.
Their auras intertwined, some as powerful as mountains, others as enigmatic as shadows, yet all condensed into substance, slightly warping the light around the podium.
They were the United States’ representatives qualifying for the world tournament.
Even the weakest among them had already touched the threshold of the fourth tier.
This world tournament, in pursuit of the bartering resources within the "Whispers of the Mountain" Demon Nest, was imperative for the United States!
Vira slowly floated up, her voice ethereal yet penetrating every participant’s heart:
"The neon of New York once shone over the glory of old times, but the true brilliance has dwelled in the East for far too long...
Remember your momentum at this moment, go to the East, crush all opponents, and bring back the championship of the World Youth Martial Arts Tournament!"
The entire Blue Star seemed to stir almost simultaneously from various places.
The European Union, Shae, and other countries had all selected participants for this tournament, eager to embark on the journey to the East.
However, aside from these exceptionally talented young people, the leaders of various countries also received notifications from Great Chu.
To head to the East for a summit that would influence the entire world—[Martial Arts Summit].
Some are worried that Great Chu aims to stir matters amidst the worsening situation of the Demon Nest.
Large countries confident in their wealth and power were disdainful, while small countries were anxious.
Countries that maintained close diplomatic relations with Great Chu and had good friendships chose to trust the character accumulated over millennia by Great Chu, gladly accepting the invitation.
But regardless, most leaders of various nations ’followed their hearts’ to accept the invitation, unwilling to miss out.
As the pioneering founder of Qi Blood martial arts prosperity, the Eastern lion rises vehemently. Who knows what wave this summit will stir?
The unrest in the Demon Nest is escalating, and the avatars of the various Cosmos Divinities roam the world, establishing sects.
Falling behind means getting beaten, which is the consensus of all nations on earth.
...
Seven days later, a very few countries remain hesitant.