Chapter 1110: Chapter 685: Divine Might Seizes the Tiger, Beloved Family and Friends, Mysteries of the Snow Mountain! (Part 2)
"Roar!!!"
Swish—
Meng Chuan frowned slightly, hurriedly sealing his eardrums. His left arm, which was gripping the tiger’s tail, tightened, muscles and tendons trembling, holding the tail firmly, and yanked it downward.
The tiger demon crouched low, losing balance under the immense force, its massive jaws snapping at the air, the sound of the air exploding echoing through the skies.
The next second, Meng Chuan’s other hand climbed onto the tiger’s tail. Both palms intertwined like a weaving net, merging with the rising dragon force, the surging Qi Blood inside him roaring mightily. His muscles contracted for a moment to gather strength. When he expanded again, he lifted the tiger’s tail upwards, twisted his waist, and spun the giant tiger in a 360-degree arc.
The center of gravity shifted continuously, gaining speed, round after round, the muscles and tendons in his arms issuing terrifying vibrations and loud noises. He aimed several hundred meters away at the mountain peak and, using the giant tiger in his hands as a spear, fiercely executed a Powerful Splitting Hua Mountain attack towards the mountaintop!
Boom!
The unconscious evil tiger was like a sick cat.
The scene froze on the collapsing mountain.
...
The livestream abruptly filled with a torrential downpour of rewards, countless people conquered by Meng Chuan’s performance, lavishly spending a fortune.
In just ten seconds, more than a billion was in hand?
The official livestream instantly converted gifts into cash, transferred to the bank accounts of the rewarded contestants.
Meng Chuan sat back on the Black Obsidian Throne, ignoring the slightly apprehensive glances from his right, looking at the 1.13 billion credited in real-time, it all seemed a bit unreal.
Why were there so many rewards this time?
Most spectators don’t understand who is stronger or weaker; it’s not just because he defeated a powerful opponent that he received more rewards.
He mused:
"Most likely because the fight with Lord Yao was more thrilling and exciting, stimulating the rich spectators’ desire to spend..."
Meng Chuan instantly realized how to handle his next challengers...
Playing around with Lord Yao was just a warm-up.
The opponents behind who dare to challenge him should be increasingly stronger compared to Lord Yao’s level.
Meng Chuan eagerly anticipated whether anyone would compel him to use skillful techniques rather than brute force to steamroll through.
While thinking, he slowly leaned back against the throne’s chair back.
The aura’s outline behind him, under the reflection of the Black Obsidian Throne, seemed like a demon dragon entering the sea, stirring up storms.
A wild surge for a moment, then stillness again, the outline becoming even more grandiose...
...
Swish swish—
In the audience seats, two strong figures darted swiftly, wearing Eastern United University’s uniforms, landing beside Lord Yao, carrying him to the Martial Arts Competition Center’s medical room for treatment.
Lord Yao’s eyes were flaming red, half his face tiger, half human, covered with red and yellow bristles, which did not disappear with the retraction of his manifestation.
One person fed him an elixir to guard against Heart Demon, while the other clasped fists at the sixth Black Obsidian Throne from afar:
"Thank you, True Inheritance Meng, for showing mercy."
"You’re welcome."
Meng Chuan nodded in response.
He had indeed shown mercy.
If he had crushed Lord Yao like he did Chen Biao, the opponent, in the backlash of the Secret Technique, would likely have been carried off by Heart Demons as soon as they exited the mental realm...
That Lord Yao was indeed a ruthless character, no less than when he fought Hui Yuan last time, using the same reckless and brutal tactics...
Willing to risk everything, harsh on himself.
In the contestant seats, many witnessed this scene and twitched at the corners of their mouths.
Given what just happened to Lord Yao, they’ve made up their mind.
If chosen, they’ll obediently hand over their [Martial Arts Fortune] and admit defeat!
Not everyone is Lord Yao.
On the commentary stage, the host looked at Meng Chuan.
"Continue."
Meng Chuan’s calm voice sounded.
"Doesn’t he need to rest?"
"Great stamina, great strength, truly amazing..."
"Surely, being his woman would be very happy!"
The official livestream was flooded with comments, and meanwhile, a new round of draw results emerged.
The host, Dong Xin, inquired:
"[Chaos River White Dragon · Zheng Zhiyu] contestant, do you choose to challenge or... uh... the contestant’s identity badge has already lit up green ’pass’, is this a direct forfeit?"
In the contestant seats, a very handsome young man stood up, his face faintly livid.
Ignoring Dong Xin, he walked silently towards the preparation area under the green light.
"Pah! Coward!"
"Is this still a martial arts star, how did he make it to the semifinals, by his looks?"
"He’s worried that Meng Chuan would beat his handsome face to a pulp, hahaha!"
The taunting words from the contestant seats kept coming, all heard by Zheng Zhiyu, his face turning increasingly darker, mumbling in his heart:
"Trying to outpace Meng Chuan in circles is not that easy; he can fly..."
The reason everyone mocked him was because he was one of the main supporters of the ’body technique to outpace Meng’ plan.
Damn it, the draw actually picked him, and he defected on the spot, truly disgraceful.
Zheng Zhiyu exceeded the realm of internet celebrities, having over a billion fans globally as a martial arts star.
He actually chose to forfeit directly in front of tens of billions of viewers, showcasing his immense fear of Meng Chuan, even unwillingness to face him...
The storm created by the celebrity continued to be fervently discussed in the livestream, while the AI started drawing the next challenger again.
"The next challenger... [Vertical Earth Golden Light · Lu Xiaoyao]!"
The young Taoist raised his eyebrows slightly, waving his contestant identification badge.
In the preparation area, upon seeing him as the challenger, everyone’s eyes were filled with excitement.
A great body technique expert from Wudang, an incomparably flowing dragon in the provincial competition.
Add to that a Tai Chi practice of combining hardness and softness, truly giving everyone high hopes for him.
If anyone could make Meng Chuan run circles, Lu Xiaoyao was among the top!
Cheering voices came one after another, but Lu Xiaoyao wasn’t in a hurry to take the stage.
He lowered his head with a chuckle, slowly opening the snow fan in his hand, displaying it in front of his chest:
