Martial Arts Sainthood Begins with the Tiger-Taming Fist

Xu Shan looked down at his palm, which was slightly red. He knew that he had taken that punch with great effort.

If it were someone else, it would be questionable whether they could even withstand the Heart-Shattering Palm, let alone retaliate.

But Chen Mo's counterattack just now was both accurate and ruthless!

"Did he figure out my moves beforehand, so he prepared a counterattack strategy in advance?" he thought to himself.

"If that's the case..."

With a thought, he sprang to life like a fox or rabbit, quickly closing in on Chen Mo. Then, he unleashed both palms simultaneously, like a surging tide, wave after wave.

This move is a variant of the Heart-Shattering Palm, which Xu Shan rarely uses. He is certain that Chen Mo will not be able to withstand it so easily this time.

Chen Mo looked at the "palm wave" in front of him without panicking. At this moment, the Intercepting Wave Style was already brewing in his hands.

The "Intercepting Waves" stance in the Tiger Subduing Fist is specifically designed to deal with this kind of chaotic palm strikes or punches, but it requires finding the right opportunity.

Chen Mo tapped the ground with his toes and retreated quickly, while at the same time keeping a close eye on the wave of palm energy in front of him.

The moment the palm strike weakens even slightly, that's the opportunity to strike.

The two drew closer and closer, and the wind from their palms almost made his face feel cold.

"This person seems to be powerless to fight back..." The onlookers concluded one after another upon seeing this scene.

Wu Zhiai looked unwell, clutching the hem of her skirt with both hands.

Just as the two were within arm's reach, Xu Shan paused for a moment due to a slight unevenness in the ground.

In that instant, Chen Mo suddenly threw a punch.

First, he threw out his left fist to block the wave of palm force, then threw out his right fist, aiming for the opponent's throat.

The essence of the Tiger-Taming Fist lies in seizing the opponent's weakness in a fleeting moment.

Chen Mo's understanding of cultivating his skills through nature allows him to bring the Subduing Tiger Fist to its fullest potential.

Xu Shan was no ordinary man either. Seeing the Intercepting Waves attack coming, he immediately withdrew his palms and placed them in front of his throat.

"Bang!"

The force of the punch burst forth between the palms with a loud bang, producing a powerful sound.

Xu Shan was struck by the force of the punch and immediately fell backward.

This moment was the opportunity Chen Mo had been seeking to defeat his enemy.

"Tap tap!"

He took two quick steps forward, raised his right fist, and unleashed a powerful stone-shattering blow, aiming it at Xu Shan's face.

The shift from defense to offense happens in an instant!

Xu Shan's expression changed drastically. He tried to dodge to the side, but it was too late. By the time he regained his balance, the force of the punch was already right in front of him.

"Bang!"

The fist struck Xu Shan in the face, sending him flying thirty feet, like a bird with broken wings, crashing onto the stone ground.

No more, no less, just three moves!

A series of hissing sounds rang out from the crowd, among whom were many family retainers and martial arts school disciples.

Previously, they would have wondered if they could have withstood Xu Shan's three moves if they were in his shoes.

Now, they are thinking about whether they can withstand Chen Mo's three moves.

"What's this person's name again? Chen Mo? I've never heard of him before..."

"It seems to be a newly recruited disciple of the Tianqing Martial Arts School, who has reached the Ming Jin level in just half a month..."

"Half a month?"

The crowd was buzzing with discussion about Chen Mo, this newcomer to martial arts.

The men from the Zhao family hurriedly helped Xu Shan up. His face was caved in and covered in blood, but it wasn't a serious injury that couldn't be repaired.

But today, the Zhao family's reputation has been thoroughly trampled underfoot by Chen Mo.

Wu Zhi'ai walked over to Chen Mo, her face beaming with joy, and asked with concern, "Are you alright?"

"It's alright." Chen Mo shook his head slightly.

Wu Zhiai turned to the crowd and said, "Everyone, today's sparring between the Wu family and the Zhao family ends here. I hope that the two families will not damage their harmony."

She hadn't felt so triumphant in a long time.

In fact, the Wu family's lintel also seemed brighter today.

In contrast, the Zhao family quickly left amidst the crowd's discussions, and Xu Shan, who was being helped up, no longer had the same swagger as before.

"Let's go into the guest room and sit down," Wu Zhiai said to Chen Mo.

The two slowly entered the living room.

This was the first time Wu Zhiai had brought him to the guest room; the last time was in the courtyard.

Chen Mo looked around. Although the Wu family had declined, they still had everything they needed, but some places looked neglected.

Wu Zhi'ai invited Chen Mo to sit down. Wu's second son peeked out from a distance but did not dare to show himself.

"Chen Mo."

Wu Zhi'ai said, "You've helped the Wu family and me once again. This time, I'll reward you with ten taels of silver!"

After thinking it over, Chen Mo said, "Sister Ai, I have a favor to ask. If you agree, I can forgo the ten taels of silver."

Wu Zhiai raised an eyebrow. "I'll definitely help you if it's within my power."

"I've been targeted by the Hansha Gang. I'm worried about my sister's safety and want her to stay at the Wu family's place for a while."

Upon hearing this, Wu Zhiai pondered for a moment, "This matter is not a problem. I will have someone arrange it later. You can still keep the other ten taels of silver. A martial artist who lacks money is not a true martial artist."

Chen Mo stood up and clasped his hands in thanks.

But he knew it was more of a deal.

He helped the Wu family defeat Xu Shan, and Wu Zhi'ai helped take care of Chen Lan. If Xu Shan had not been defeated today, Wu Zhi'ai probably wouldn't have agreed so easily.

At this very moment, in front of the Wu family's gate.

After the crowd dispersed, two figures remained.

One of them was the person who followed Chen Mo last night, and the other was the deputy leader of the Fierce Sand Gang.

"Vice Leader, this Chen Mo is indeed quite capable."

The deputy leader raised his gloomy face and began to calculate, "He was previously unknown, but in just half a month he entered the Ming Jin realm, then killed the brothers who intercepted the merchant caravan, and today he defeated Xu Shan..."

Suddenly, something occurred to him, and he murmured, "I participated in the confrontation with the Black Tiger Gang regarding that Yellow Crocodile who died before. I clearly remember that there were faint traces of fist wounds in Yellow Crocodile's wounds. Could it be...?"

"Does the deputy leader mean that Chen Mo killed Huang E? Our Fierce Sand Gang did a headcount before, but no one in the gang was involved in killing Huang E!"

The deputy leader tapped his robe lightly with his fingers, pondering, "Considering the time of Huang E's death, it's quite reasonable that Chen Mo had just entered the Tianqing Martial Arts School and hadn't yet reached the Ming Jin level, so it's quite reasonable that he had a fight with Huang E."

"As far as I know, Huang E was in charge of collecting tribute grain and had bullied Chen Mo before, so Chen Mo killed Huang E because of it."

At this point, the deputy gang leader suddenly clenched his fists, making a cracking sound.

The subordinate in black asked, "Should we tell the Black Tiger Gang?"

A sinister glint flashed in the deputy leader's eyes. "Do you think the Black Tiger Gang really cares about the life or death of Huang E, who isn't even a Ming Jin? Don't make a fuss about this for now."

Wu Family Guest Room.

Wu Zhi'ai invited Chen Mo to stay for dinner, but Chen Mo declined, saying he needed to focus on his training. Wu Zhi'ai readily agreed.

After Chen Mo left, Wu Zhi'ai walked to a side door next to the guest room, suddenly opened the door, and Wu Lao Er, who was eavesdropping behind the door, lost his support and stumbled and fell to the ground.

Wu Zhi'ai raised an eyebrow. "Second Brother, today is a special day. Shall we celebrate with a banquet together?"

Wu Lao Er stood up, his expression uncertain, and stammered, "I...no, you can celebrate by yourself."

After saying that, he tucked his tail between his legs and fled.