Martial Arts Sainthood Begins with the Tiger-Taming Fist

The burly man with pockmarks stood holding a knife, staring at the dilapidated door panel and laughing eerily.

"Why bother with a kid who hasn't even grown his first hair? The deputy gang leader insisted we come to this godforsaken place to assassinate him. If you ask me, we should just cut off his head during the day and feed it to the dogs in the back alley!"

Behind him, the man in black cautiously looked around. "Shh, how dare you talk to the vice-leader like that? You're asking for trouble!"

"What's there to be afraid of? The vice-leader can't hear us anyway!"

After the pockmarked man finished speaking, he took a few steps, making a "thump-thump" sound, and then used a large knife to pry open the broken door and enter the narrow and cramped room.

Two curtains hung in the room, behind which were Chen Lan's and Chen Mo's "rooms".

It's called a curtain, but it's really just two slightly larger pieces of tattered cloth.

Ma Zi walked to the curtain on the east side, raised his broadsword, spat on the blade, and then a creepy smile appeared on his lips.

The next moment, he suddenly rushed forward, his broadsword slicing through the curtain in an instant and disappearing into the room behind it.

However, the blood-splattered scene he had imagined did not occur. He angrily tore open the curtain, only to find the room empty except for a hard wooden board just big enough for a person to lie on.

At the same time, he suddenly felt a chill coming from behind him and turned around abruptly.

Just as he turned halfway, a figure nimbly dodged the man in black and delivered a punch to the man with pockmarks in the throat.

Ma Zi reacted extremely quickly, immediately raising his knife to parry.

"Clang!"

The force of the punch landed heavily on the broadsword, causing it to tremble violently.

On the other side, the man in black drew a short knife, leaped close behind Chen Mo, and thrust the knife forward.

Chen Mo was unarmed and faced a mid-stage Ming Jin and a late-stage Ming Jin, both wielding weapons, making a counterattack extremely difficult.

He knew this well, so he could only rely on the advantage of Liu Yunxi's movement technique to try to create opportunities to attack.

Realizing this, Chen Mo immediately used Flowing Cloud Strike to spin around and dodge the short knife, then followed up with a flying punch that struck the opponent's shoulder blade.

"Bang!"

The man in black was knocked back two steps by the punch.

A hint of fear flashed in his eyes. In the night raid on the caravan not long ago, Chen Mo was not much different from him, but today, Chen Mo was clearly stronger than before.

"Don't you fucking back down! Go and take him down!"

With a roar, Ma Zi swung his knife and slashed horizontally from behind Chen Mo, creating a whooshing sound.

Chen Mo saw the large sword behind him reflected in the reflection of the short sword in the black-clad man's hand. He then bent over and leaned back, the large sword grazing past his hair.

In a flash, Chen Mo spun around and threw a punch at his opponent's armpit.

"Bang!"

The punch landed squarely, and the pockmarked man's face contorted instantly. The sharp pain from his armpit almost made him drop his broadsword, but he reacted quickly, immediately switching to a dual-wielding grip and sweeping it across Chen Mo's legs.

At that moment, Chen Mo leaped backward and nimbly landed on the dining table, his large knife missing its target.

Ma Zi, caught up in the excitement of his attack, raised his knife and swept it wildly forward, the blade reflecting cold, sharp light under the moonlight.

As he shattered the dining table with a single blow, Chen Mo leaped off the table, stomped on the other man's wrist holding the knife with his left foot, and pressed it down hard.

Clang!

The broadsword slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.

Chen Mo seized the opportunity, quickly gathering the Shattered Stone in his hand and aiming it at Ma Zi's chest.

A swordsman without his sword is no different from a fish on a chopping board in front of a martial arts master.

At the same time, the man in black attacked Chen Mo from behind with a short knife. He chose the safest time to attack, which was when Chen Mo was attacking Ma Zi with all his might.

Even so, Chen Mo's punching power did not stop for a moment.

Ma Zi's expression changed drastically, and he immediately raised his fist to block.

The rubble crashed down with a deafening roar!

The two fists collided, and the pockmarked man's seemingly large fist was no match for the shattering stone, and he was instantly bounced away.

The broken stone struck the opponent's chest, and Chen Mo could feel the soft, sticky sensation of the fist sinking into his chest after destroying his ribs.

"puff!"

Ma Zi spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, splattering half of Chen Mo's body.

At this moment, the man in black's short knife was already at Chen Mo's back. Chen Mo immediately turned his body to the side, and the short knife deflected a few inches, leaving a glaring wound on his arm. Blood quickly stained half of his clothes.

But he ignored his wounds, rolled backward, and picked up the large knife that had rolled to the side.

With the broadsword in hand, his mind calmed down slightly, but at the same time, a surge of killing intent rose within him.

As Ma Zi struggled to his feet, he saw this and shouted in a hoarse, almost indistinguishable voice, "He's injured... kill him... kill him..."

The man in black nodded, but dared not move forward at all; his hand holding the knife trembled slightly.

If the opponent is already so skilled with just his fists and feet, how is he any different from an assassin now that he's wielding a large knife?

Thinking of this, the man in black not only did not move forward, but also took a step back to the side and rear.

Seeing his reaction, Ma Zi's face showed disappointment and fear.

Having killed many people, he now felt fear for his own life.

With sharp eyes, Chen Mo seized the moment when the man in black moved aside, took a step forward, leaped over the man's head, and brought his knife down towards the man's throat.

A cold, sharp glint of light flashed in Ma Zi's eyes, and the image of the blade magnified instantly in his pupils.

"Pfft!"

Half of Ma Zi's head was severed, with only some neck bones connecting it, and blood gushed out immediately.

His terrified eyes remained open, but his eyeballs bulged outwards, and the life force in his pupils had already faded.

"Noisy."

Chen Mo said calmly, as if he had casually killed a stray dog ​​on the roadside.

He faced the man in black, who retreated in fear until he was cornered against the wall with nowhere left to go.

In the eyes of the men in black at this moment, Chen Mo seemed to be the killer of the night.

But his last remaining will to survive made him raise his hand and wield the knife, unleashing all the knife skills he had learned in his life, even creating a fleeting afterimage.

With the sword in hand, Chen Mo knew that as long as it was longer, it was stronger. The destructive power of the broadsword was far superior to the short blades used by assassins for the sake of lightness and portability.

The broadsword swept forward, creating a gust of wind. Within a few breaths, the two weapons had clashed dozens of times, with occasional sparks flying.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

At one moment, Chen Mo suddenly twisted the hilt of his knife, knocking the opponent's short knife out of his hand and sending it flying to the corner of the wall.

"call!"

The broadsword was instantly placed against the neck of the man in black.

The man in black trembled all over, unconsciously raising his hands to beg for mercy, his crotch already soaked.

"Spare...spare my life..."

Chen Mo's eyes narrowed. "I'll ask, you answer. If you don't answer well, you'll lose your life."

The other person immediately nodded vigorously, "Okay, okay, if I answer well..."

"If you answer well, I'll let you go. First of all, did you assassinate me for revenge?"

The other party both nodded and shook his head. "It's not all about revenge. The vice leader said that after killing you, we'll search your body for any mysterious martial arts techniques."

"Huh?" Chen Mo suddenly tightened his grip on the knife.

"Ahhh... I'm not kidding, that's really what he said."

Chen Mo's face darkened. "Just how good is the relationship between the Fierce Sand Gang and the Zhao family?"

After a moment's thought, the other party said, "All I know is that we have a very good relationship, and our deputy leader seems to be... taking orders from the Zhao family head."

"Have you ever met your gang leader?"

The other person immediately shook their head, "Our gang leader is very mysterious; I've never seen him..."

Chen Mo nodded slightly. "You answered very well."

"That……"

Before the other party could finish speaking, the broadsword suddenly fell downwards.

"Bang!"

The broadsword fell to the ground, and a human head rolled to the side.