With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal-Chapter 74: Soul of the Eight Extremes, The Mighty Cannon

Chapter 74: Chapter 74: Soul of the Eight Extremes, The Mighty Cannon

On the other end of the phone, Luo Guanyun was silent for a few seconds, then spoke gravely:

[Do you have to go?]

Meng Chuan gritted his teeth, answering resolutely:

[This matter started because of me, I dragged Uncle into this, I have to go.]

His mind conjured the image of his uncle’s meticulous care for him in their everyday life.

"The opponents are clearly prepared, but so what? If I choose to hide like a coward this time, I’ll never forgive myself."

"Better to die valiantly than live cowardly."

Luo Guanyun, helpless yet somewhat gratified, said:

[Alright, give me the address, I’ll let Long Jiu know to rush over, he’s quicker than me in the city.]

As he spoke, the Thunder True Qi surged around Luo Guanyun.

A cloud formed of True Qi materialized out of nowhere and settled steadily at his feet.

In an instant, his coat tails flapped in the strong wind, leaving behind a fleeting trace.

[There are some things your uncle surely doesn’t want to see. If something is impossible...do not force it, prioritize your own safety.]

[Understood.]

The phone call ended and Meng Chuan immediately calmed down.

Staying cool during significant events, his gaze was calm yet brimmed with lethal intent.

Outside the house, clouds dense as ink filled the night sky.

Raindrops as large as beans fell from the clouds, weaving into a curtain of rain.

Torrential downpour, gales roaring.

Meng Chuan expressionlessly mounted Master Luo’s motorcycle, reaching to steadily fix the hood of his windbreaker.

Raindrops pitter-pattered against the engine cover, Meng Chuan’s hands tightly gripping the handlebars, as the engine roared to life, plunging the motorcycle into the curtain of rain.

...

On the empty street, the heavy motorcycle roared like a black panther, wildly weaving through the night.

Meng Chuan’s eyes were fixed firmly ahead, rain like pillars couldn’t blur his vision at all.

He clenched his jaw, twisting the grip all the way, as if channeling all his strength into this steel beast.

On the dashboard at this moment, the needle was pointing to a hundred eighty degrees.

"Whirr-wee~ Whirr-wee."

While skirting a street corner, the wind and rain carried the faint sound of sirens, creeping into his ears from afar.

Meng Chuan’s gaze instantly turned wary, then he discarded his thoughts and continued to accelerate away.

"Don’t complicate matters."

Suddenly!

A shadow darted out from the street like a phantom.

Because of his speed, Meng Chuan only caught a glimpse of black in the corner of his eye, unable to discern what it was.

But those eyes, crimson as blood, leaving trails of long red light in the night were striking.

No time to think, he steeled his resolve, gripping the handlebars tightly, and barreled straight towards the shadow.

"No matter what you are, block my path and you die!"

——Boom!

The enormous collision resounded in the night, the creature like a mantis trying to stop a cart, was flung like a rag doll by Meng Chuan, sliding dozens of meters across the wet ground.

In that critical moment of impending collision, Meng Chuan decisively abandoned the bike.

In an instant, Inch Step provided explosive power, shooting him like a black sword from the seat, landing heavily on the ground, then rolling with the impact for about a dozen meters before halting.

Rising to his feet, Meng Chuan peeled off the damaged hood, rainwater sliding down his cheeks.

He stared intently in the direction of where the creature had fallen.

"Should be dead, right?"

At that moment, a sudden change!

The creature lying on the ground slowly began to struggle to its feet.

Its movement was somewhat sluggish, but exuded an indescribable eeriness.

"Boom!"

A lightning bolt struck.

In the occasional flashes of lightning through the rain, Meng Chuan vaguely saw his collision had opened a huge hole in the center of the creature’s chest.

Above this hole, there was a faint peculiar glow, flickering unsteadily.

Looking at this scene, Meng Chuan’s heart sank.

Another rumble of thunder revealed the bloody face of the monster.

"Is that... Wang Xudong?"

Meng Chuan was stunned and uncertain.

"Wang Xudong" slowly drew closer to him.

Its exposed chest heaving in the rain, its two thick arms covered in densely packed, varied pustules.

Each pustule’s tip oozed nauseating yellow liquid, which the rain constantly washed over, making the sight all the more gross.

The closer Wang Xudong got, the more Meng Chuan was stunned by his transformation.

Recalling the words Hu Jiarui said at school about Yong’an City’s notorious Human Demon.

"So this is Yong’an City’s famed Human Demon."

"Didn’t expect it to be you, Wang Xudong."

The oppressing violent aura rushing at him was at least ten times stronger than during the martial arts tournament.

"I don’t know if you held back then, or if the Demon Skill transformed you like this."

"But none of it matters."

Meng Chuan wiped rainwater from his face, cracking his neck with a series of pops.

"Despite you changing into this ghastly form, I seem to be stronger, Uncle is still waiting for me."

"One minute, I’ll finish you."

The soul of Bajiquan burned within his chest, the coat dancing wildly in the air.

Meng Chuan’s figure erupted through the storm, instantly appearing before the monster, a heavy punch slicing through the wind viciously hitting its head.

The monster reacted quickly, sharply raising its thick arm to block, "Bang!" amid the explosive clash, pus splattered everywhere!

Meng Chuan used the momentum to leap and flip backwards, the light in Wang Xudong’s chest flashed and he accelerated fiercely towards Meng Chuan.

——Boom!

In a split second, the storm-bursting lightning lit up the ground, and the two figures collided fiercely!

"Bang! Bang!"

The roadside trash cans were overturned by the shockwaves of their fists, clattering against the walls, scattering garbage everywhere.

Amid their intertwining shadows, Fist Strength severed a streetlight in half, "Boom!" it crashed to the ground.

Their fists and feet clashed, merely momentarily erupting dozens of fierce crashes, resounding endlessly through the boundless night.

Lightning and thunder-filled night.

As Wang Xudong’s form moved swifter with the chest’s brightening, gradually out-speeding Meng Chuan.

Meng Chuan remained calm, heavy punches laced with storms, pressing stubbornly forward.

The howling gale wrapped within Fist Strength, sweeping across the street.

A storm rose in its wake, light and dark intertwining Inner Strength spawned from the Limit Breaking Cannon Fist.

——Wind Sweeps Away the Clouds!

There was nowhere to hide, its body inside and out ripped apart instantly by explosive power, pus and flesh flying everywhere, emitting piercing shrieks.

"Sigh, its weakness, should be that glowing thing in the chest."

"Wang Xudong" still hadn’t fallen, Meng Chuan pressed forward, continuing to punch, Fist Strength etched onto its chest, unleashing eruption after eruption of blood splashes.

A moment passed.

"Wang Xudong’s" struggling ceased, its shattered figure collapsed backwards, unable to rise again.

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