Martial Arts Sainthood Begins with the Tiger-Taming Fist

The evening mist swept through the woods, bringing a touch of chill.

The surrounding area was shrouded in mist, and the tall trees and dense forests created a sense of oppression for the caravan.

Chen Mo's hand secretly reached for the hilt of the knife. Although he practiced fist techniques, no matter how hard his fist was, it was not as hard as a knife. In the dark, when visibility was poor, a sweeping motion with the knife would make even ghosts have to dodge.

Someone in the caravan coughed, startling the other two guards who immediately drew their swords and looked around, causing everyone to burst into laughter.

Only Chen Mo remained vigilant, always harboring a bad feeling.

The group walked for another half an hour when suddenly, a rustling sound came from the grass in front of them, and then a dark shadow suddenly darted out from the grass.

The caravan was thrown into chaos in an instant.

Under the moonlight, the short knife in the dark figure's hand moved like a venomous snake as it attacked Li Tu.

Li Tu's expression turned serious. He swung his broadsword horizontally, but his opponent dodged it with a leap. After rolling around on the grass, the opponent closed in on Li Tu's side and thrust his short sword straight at the opponent's throat.

If he were stabbed, he would surely end up with blood staining the forest. However, he was, after all, a martial artist at the mid-stage of the Ming Jin realm, and had experienced dozens of battles, big and small. He immediately switched hands to hold the knife, using the broadsword to block. The opponent's short knife deflected by three inches, leaving a bloody mark on Li Tu's arm.

Chen Mo, standing at the back of the line, saw it clearly.

He realized that this was no longer some petty thief or bandit, but a legitimate assassin. Judging from the shadowy figure's skills, he was even slightly better than Li Tu, at least at the mid-stage of the Ming Jin realm.

In Heihe Town, the mid-stage of the Ming Jin realm can only be found in three types of places: families, gangs, and martial arts schools.

As they were pondering, another dark figure emerged from the bushes and rushed towards the rear of the caravan.

Chen Mo darted a few steps and intercepted the man. His appearance clearly made the man pause, obviously because they had not expected Chen Mo to be in the caravan's escort team and thought that Li Tu was the only Ming Jin.

Chen Mo raised his sword above his head, channeling all his strength into the hilt, and then slashed down with all his might. His opponent parried with a short sword, producing a crisp clang.

Swordsmanship and fist techniques are not interchangeable, but since breaking through to the Ming Jin level, Chen Mo's strength has increased significantly. His opponent retreated several steps, his arm numb from the impact of the sword strike.

After just one exchange, Chen Mo roughly guessed the opponent's strength: a martial artist at the early stage of Ming Jin.

The two Ming Jin (a type of martial arts expert) robbers must be well-prepared enemies.

The other party swung his arm and then jumped into the nearby jungle. Chen Mo instantly understood the other party's intention: to use the complex terrain of the jungle to weaken the power of the broadsword, but his specialty was not the broadsword.

Without hesitation, Chen Mo followed and leaped into the jungle, only to find that the surroundings were filled with thorny bushes.

Upon seeing this, the opponent leaped forward, and the night clothes he was wearing actually had the effect of resisting thorns, and immediately stabbed straight at Chen Mo's face.

In a moment of desperation, Chen Mo planted his sword in the ground, gripped the hilt, and with a sudden stomp of his feet, he flipped and leaped to a height of ten feet, just in time to flip over his opponent.

After landing, he retrieved his sword and slashed at the opponent's back.

The opponent broke out in a cold sweat, hurriedly turned around, and quickly parried with his short knife. He was forced back several steps by the powerful force, and at this moment he had the intention to leave.

Chen Mo's face hardened, and taking advantage of the opponent's unsteady footing, he suddenly took a step forward and slashed down with his knife.

The opponent had no way to retreat and was parrying with a knife.

Clang!

However, at that moment, Chen Mo decisively abandoned his sword and suddenly threw a punch.

The knife is the feint, the fist is the real attack!

The pebbles magnified in the other person's terrified eyes, and then, the world went completely dark.

With that punch, his eyes bulged out, he let out a scream, and the dagger fell to the ground, startling several forest birds into flight.

Without hesitation, Chen Mo delivered another punch, this time striking the throat. The opponent instantly collapsed to the ground, blood mixed with some disgusting liquid flowing from the corner of his mouth.

In the world of martial arts, once you strike, you either remain silent or you take a life!

Chen Moqiang suppressed his nausea, quickly patted the other person's body, took out some loose silver and two bags of what looked like medicinal powder, and quietly put them into his pocket.

He emerged from the bushes, whereupon the two guards and the caravan members were overjoyed to see him and expressed their gratitude.

Chen Mo looked up at another battlefield and saw that Li Tu was already covered in wounds and was clearly at a disadvantage. If the battle continued for a few more rounds, he would surely be defeated, and even Chen Mo alone might not be able to take him down...

After thinking it over, he leaped to his opponent's side in a few steps, raised his hand and unleashed the Intercepting Waves technique. His opponent immediately abandoned his attack on Li Tu and blocked with both arms.

Bang!

As their energy surged, both men retreated several steps.

Upon seeing Chen Mo appear, the other party must have known that their companion had perished. They glanced at Chen Mo again, roughly memorized his appearance, and then turned and jumped into the dense forest, disappearing from sight.

After confirming that the other party had left, Li Tu suddenly collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, his body covered in blood that stained his martial arts uniform.

The caravan, still shaken, slowly regrouped, and unknowingly moved closer to Chen Mo.

Li Tu weakly clasped his hands in a fist salute to Chen Mo, "Brother Chen Mo, thank you very much. You are indeed quite skilled. I was rude to you earlier."

Chen Mo waved his hand to indicate that it was alright.

Such a warrior has a simple mindset: survival is his most valuable asset, and he will be sincerely grateful to anyone who can help him survive.

He took out some medicine powder and bandages, and with the help of two other guards, he applied the medicine and bandaged the wound.

Chen Mo suspected that, judging from the style of the short knife the assassin was carrying, he was most likely a member of the Fierce Sand Gang, but he didn't say so, deliberately asking instead:

"Do you know who these assassins are?"

Li Tu pounded the ground in anger, nearly tearing the newly tied bindings apart. "Judging by the style of that short knife, it must be those bandit bastards from the Fierce Sand Gang!"

Chen Mo asked疑惑地问道, "Does the Wu family have a grudge against the Han Sha Gang?"

At this moment, a middle-aged man in charge of inspecting the goods in the caravan replied, "They have a grudge against the Zhao family. The Zhao family must have hired the Fierce Sand Gang to intercept us!"

"The Zhao family..."

Chen Mo recalled the yellow-robed man from the Zhao family yesterday. He seemed polite to the second son of the Wu family and Wu Zhi'ai, but in reality, he harbored ill intentions.

"It seems that the Wu family is practically isolated in Heihe Town, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say they're in dire straits..." Chen Mo thought to himself.

The caravan rested briefly before preparing to set off again.

"I'll go to the back of the line, so I can keep an eye out for any unexpected situations," Chen Mo said.

Li Tu paused slightly, then said, "Alright, brother, please do as you please."

The caravan continued on its way in a somber atmosphere. Chen Mo remained at the back, while Li Tu, due to his injury, moved to the middle, and the other two guards walked at the front, trembling with fear.

Chen Mo quietly took out what he had just obtained from the kill.

He counted the silver coins; there were about two taels. As for the two packets of medicine, he smelled them. One packet was a Qi-boosting powder, and the other looked like a blood-tonifying pill. Both were common medicines for ordinary martial artists.

The night was dark, and the journey was smooth without any further dangers.

Around 7 PM, the group saw the faint lights of Heihe Town, knowing they were the ever-burning lanterns of a wealthy household. They breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that there should be no more assassins here.