Martial Arts Sainthood Begins with the Tiger-Taming Fist

The rogue young master struggled to get up from the ground.

Chen Mo's punch nearly sent him to meet the King of Hell. He glanced at the limp Yin Shanshan, feeling a pang of reluctance, but saving his life was the priority. So he crawled away on all fours from the other side of the alley.

Chen Mo withdrew his gaze and looked back at Yin Shanshan, who was leaning against the wall.

Leaving her here alone in the middle of the night is not appropriate.

If I carry her back to the martial arts school, not only will I expose myself, but I'll also have a hard time explaining myself.

"Wait a little longer, if he doesn't wake up I'm leaving..."

After making up his mind, he lowered his waist and sat down, practicing the Dragon Subduing Stance twice, using every bit of time to improve himself.

Fortunately, the effects of the drug came on and went quickly, and Yin Shanshan began to recover. In addition, she had a foundation in internal energy cultivation, so she gradually woke up.

"Cough cough..."

Yin Shanshan slowly stood up. Upon seeing Chen Mo, who was wearing a mask, she paused for a moment. "Thank you for saving me. You are... from the Tianqing Martial Arts School?"

Chen Mo said calmly, "You don't need to guess. Just pretend you've never seen me."

After saying that, he turned and left the alley.

Right now, there are two things that are most important.

First, find a safe place for Chen Lan.

Secondly, we need to improve our strength quickly. Although our current strength at the peak of the early stage of Ming Jin is far beyond that of ordinary people, it is still not enough.

Zhang Chong, who was at the mid-stage of internal strength and possessed considerable talent, still treated the Zhao family with utmost respect.

……

The next day, at Tianqing Martial Arts School.

Faced with Ji Chang's fierce attack of the Dragon Claw, Chen Mo actually used a stone-breaking strike to block it head-on.

Ji Chang immediately showed a happy expression. The Dragon Claw was his unique skill. He often used this move to end the battle in the competition. Even when facing opponents who were stronger than him, he was able to hold his own.

Chen Mo's expression remained unchanged.

When the fist and claw collided, his fist twisted sharply, and the force on the Dragon Claw suddenly dissipated, surging out to both sides. The force that actually landed on Chen Mo's fist was reduced by more than half.

Ji Chang took two steps back, his expression changing slightly, but his considerable combat experience did not discourage him. He immediately twisted his waist and hips to a certain angle, then used the momentum to raise his knee and whip his leg, creating a whooshing sound as he went toward Chen Mo's face.

"call!"

If Chen Mo were to be hit by that whip kick, he would still be defeated.

He had already prepared his next move, and immediately poured his strength into his right fist. The force of the fist rose from below, turning into a shadow, and cleverly deflected the opponent's whip kick.

"Snapped!"

Ji Chang stumbled and fell to the ground.

This was Chen Mo's first victory over Ji Chang in three days. The latter dusted himself off, stood up, and looked at Chen Mo incredulously, "Junior Brother, how did you figure out these unconventional fighting techniques?"

Chen Mo smiled but remained silent.

At this moment, Yin Shanshan walked heavily into the hall. Her eyes looked lifeless, and her makeup was unkempt.

As she approached the two, Ji Chang asked without hesitation, "Junior Sister, you're late today. Did you have a secret rendezvous with Senior Brother last night?"

Chen Mo was taken aback.

This person really knows how to bring up the most sensitive topics.

Yin Shanshan slowly turned her head, shooting a gloomy gaze at her.

Ji Chang realized something was wrong and stood frozen in place.

Chen Mo thought for a moment and calmly said, "Senior brother, let's continue."

Yin Shanshan frowned slightly and looked at Chen Mo.

The voice was exactly the same as last night's, and the figure was also seven-tenths similar.

Could it be...

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, a look of doubt gathered between her brows, and the gloom in her eyes seemed to ease a little.

"Ahem, alright." Ji Chang didn't dare to look Yin Shanshan in the eye anymore. He coughed and continued sparring with Chen Mo.

Yin Shanshan then took a step, walked through the entire inner hall, and sat silently in a corner, lost in thought.

No one had ever seen her like this before, and they all dared not approach.

After practicing for dozens of rounds, Chen Mo and Ji Chang continued to practice their boxing without taking a break.

Alternating between stance training and actual combat, integrating what he has learned into practice, and then using practice to solidify what he has learned—this is what he has been doing these past few days.

As he was engrossed in practicing his stances, Ji Chang's voice suddenly rang out from the side: "Junior Brother, the Third Miss of the Wu family is looking for you."

"Wu Zhi'ai?" Chen Mo stopped practicing his stance, took a few breaths to adjust, and then walked towards the entrance of the martial arts school.

Yin Shanshan, who was in the corner, looked up and followed Chen Mo to the door, seemingly lost in thought.

At the entrance of the martial arts school, Wu Zhiai looked somewhat anxious.

"Chen Mo, the matter is somewhat urgent, let's talk as we walk."

The two walked towards the Wu family's residence. On the way, Wu Zhi'ai explained, "The Zhao family's retainers came to the Wu family to provoke us today. It's obvious that they wanted to give us a hard time because their night raid on the merchant caravan the other day failed."

"What is the strength of the person who came? Do I need to take action?" Chen Mo asked directly.

Going to him shouldn't just be about inviting him for tea. It also serves as a reminder to Wu Zhiai that if the opponent is too strong, it might not be appropriate to ask him to play.

Wu Zhiai took a breath and said, "Our opponent's name is Xu Shan. He is a disciple of the Zhao family who is at the mid-stage of Ming Jin. It is said that he has already touched the threshold of the late-stage of Ming Jin."

"Of the Wu family's only two retainers, one was defeated by Xu Shan half a month ago, and the other claimed to be ill at home; otherwise, they wouldn't have asked you to come."

Chen Mo nodded in understanding, "Mid-stage Ming Jin..."

"It's worth a try," he said calmly.

Wu Zhiai turned to look at him, paused, and said, "It doesn't matter if we are no match for them, as long as they see our determination to resist."

Chen Mo stopped talking, and the two of them rushed to the Wu family's house.

At this time, there were already dozens of people at the door, most of them onlookers, while Xu Shan stood in the very center of the Wu family's doorway, head held high and chest puffed out, with an arrogant posture.

Upon seeing Wu Zhi'ai return, Xu Shan said with a smug expression, "The third young lady of the Wu family has truly devoted herself to the Wu family. I wonder how much wealth the old man of the Wu family left you after his death?"

Wu Zhiai did not respond, while Chen Mo slowly walked up to him, drawing surprised glances from everyone.

Xu Shan's muscles were bulging, and when he swung his arms, they made a series of cracking sounds, which contrasted sharply with Chen Mo's slightly thinner appearance.

Xu Shan had defeated the Ming Jin disciples of the Wu family several times. At this moment, the onlookers shook their heads silently. Could this thin, boyish-looking man really do it?

Xu Shan held up three fingers to Chen Mo. "Three moves. Show me what you've got so you can, or you won't have a chance to use it after these three moves."

Chen Mo remained calm and composed.

Xu Shan was getting impatient and moved first. He took two quick steps and closed in on Chen Mo, extending his right palm like an iron fan and striking Chen Mo's abdomen.

The Heart-Shattering Palm technique he practiced specifically targets the abdomen and ribs. Once struck, the opponent will suffer a shock to their blood and qi, losing their fighting ability, or even face death.

Wu Zhiai, standing not far away, frowned, a hint of worry in her eyes.

When the Heart-Shattering Palm was a foot away from his abdomen, Chen Mo suddenly raised his right knee, which precisely blocked the palm's force, but was still knocked back two steps by the powerful force.

"Um?"

Chen Mo's solution was clearly unexpected by Xu Shan.

After regaining his footing, Chen Mo twisted his foot half a circle on the ground, took a step forward, and at the same time poured all his strength into his right hand, curled his five fingers into a fist, and suddenly threw out the fist.

The force of the punch, accompanied by the sound of wind breaking, struck Xu Shan's chest, but the opponent immediately moved his palm to meet it.

As their fists and palms collided, the immense power contained in the shattering stone strike was released into Xu Shan's palm. He let out a muffled groan, took three or five steps back, and felt a tingling and numb sensation in his palm.

First move.