Martial Arts Sainthood Begins with the Tiger-Taming Fist

"This person is Pang Ying from the Black Tiger Hall. His use of hidden strength to challenge open strength is a wise choice, which will allow me to remain invincible."

Yin Shanshan whispered from the side.

Chen Mo looked up and saw that Pang Ying was as strong as an ox, with bulging muscles on his arms.

The man chosen by him, Ming Jin from the Pan Shi Martial Arts School, stepped onto the stage tremblingly, adopting a defensive stance that seemed unnecessary.

The final outcome was obvious; Pang Ying won in the fifth round.

In the next two matches, a nephew from a collateral branch of the Zhao family chose a contestant from the Wu family. The two fought fiercely for more than twenty rounds, and the Wu family contestant was defeated.

In another match, Li Xuan chose a Ming Jin fighter from the Pan Shi Martial Arts School and narrowly won by one move, bringing honor to the Tian Qing Martial Arts School.

Now it was the Zhao family's turn to choose.

Zhao Huayuan cast a meaningful glance at Zhang Chong, who nodded slightly before stepping into the arena, his gaze sweeping towards the Tianqing Martial Arts Hall.

He said in a deep voice, "I would like to ask Yue Lun of Tianqing Martial Arts School to be my opponent. Brother Yue, would you do me the honor?"

Upon hearing this, Yue Lun's expression froze, while Yin Tianqing's face darkened even more.

Yin Tianqing was well aware of Zhang Chong's purpose, or rather, the Zhao family's purpose.

The moment he rejected Liu Zongsheng, it meant that the other party would not let the matter rest.

The eldest disciple, who once made a promise to his daughter, became someone else's son-in-law, and then defeated the strongest second disciple in the sect.

What could be more humiliating than this?!

But at this moment, as the head of the museum, he could not refuse.

"Let's see what fate has in store for Yue Lun..."

Yin Tianqing sighed silently, his heart already placing all his bets on Yue Lun's minuscule chance of winning.

Yue Lun took a step forward.

"good!"

The audience's attention turned enthusiastic.

This is not just a publicity stunt between Tianqing Martial Arts School and the Zhao family, but also the first time today that two people with internal strength have clashed.

Every hidden expert in Heihe Town is being watched by various forces, making it difficult to see them take action.

Chen Mo also stared intently at it.

Having cultivated his skills through nature, his comprehension far surpasses that of ordinary people. Observing the clash of two hidden forces up close is an extremely rare opportunity for him to gain insights.

All eyes were on them.

The two exchanged fist salutes.

Zhang Chong made the first move, leaping out and attacking Yue Lun's side waist.

His martial arts technique is called Wind Force, and his moves are often swift and powerful, proficient in both fist and palm techniques.

Chen Mo's expression hardened slightly.

From Zhang Chong's starting stance, it's clear that there's a significant difference between Ming Jin (manifested strength) and An Jin (hidden strength). If this move lands, Yue Lun will definitely be injured.

Yue Lun practiced the Waterwheel Stance Kung Fu, and his fist and palm strength was far inferior to the Wind Force Kung Fu, but it was superior in that it was continuous.

In a flash, their bodies touched.

Although Yue Lun used his unique technique to neutralize 50-60% of the wind force, the remaining force was still surging within his body, and he had to retreat four or five steps before he could barely stop.

At this moment, Zhang Chong leaped out again like a leopard.

Yue Lun used all his strength to perform the Water Wheel Stance Technique, but he could only barely block it. After this round, blood was spilling from the corner of his mouth, and his face was as pale as paper.

Two rounds.

The Zhao family's new son-in-law has already defeated the strongest disciple of Tianqing Martial Arts School, leaving him utterly defenseless.

Everyone was secretly pondering this.

After this, how could Tianqing Martial Arts School still have the face to continue operating?

Yin Tianqing clenched his fists, and fine blood vessels appeared in his eyes.

On the other side, Chen Mo had observed the two rounds of combat just now and had quietly grasped some practical combat principles, and had a preliminary understanding of Zhang Chong's combat characteristics.

When everyone has different thoughts.

The third round was initiated by Zhang Chong again.

But his figure was so fast that it was almost like a blur, step by step!

With just three steps, he closed in on Yue Lun and threw a fierce punch, which the latter blocked with his palm.

The force of the punch arrived instantly!

Under this punch, Yue Lun's block crumbled instantly, and the remaining 70-80% of the punch's force landed on his chest.

"Plop!"

The sound of his sternum shattering echoed inside his body. At the same time, his figure flew out of the arena and landed on the ground in front of Yin Tianqing. The blood he spat out stained Yin Tianqing's trouser legs red.

At that moment, every spectator around the stadium suddenly changed color.

Upon seeing this, Yin Tianqing's face turned ashen. He bent down and, with trembling hands, helped Yue Lun up.

"Bring Yue Lun back immediately and fetch the best doctor in Anyang County!"

Yin Tianqing said in a deep voice, his voice laced with anger.

Before he finished speaking, Ji Chang and the others rushed to Yue Lun's side, lifted him up by the head and tail, and then quickly headed towards the martial arts school. Two other people hurriedly went to fetch a doctor.

Yin Tianqing withdrew his gaze and looked up at the two people sitting upright at the entrance of the brothel.

He knew perfectly well that scolding Zhang Chong at this moment would be tantamount to slapping himself in the face, and Zhang Chong was undoubtedly carrying out Zhao Huayuan's instructions.

He refused Liu Zongsheng's offer, and in return, Liu Zongsheng crippled his strongest disciple.

Without Yue Lun, how can we expect Li Xuan and Chen Mo to win the martial arts competition?

That's wishful thinking!

When the time comes, the two of them will be humiliated, and Yin Tianqing's face will be like the steps on the martial arts training ground, trampled over and over again by those martial arts scholars!

Lost in thought.

Zhao Huayuan slowly stood up at the door and solemnly accused Zhang Chong, "Zhang Chong, how could you hit him so hard? That was a former fellow disciple!"

Zhang Chong paused, then bowed his head to Zhao Huayuan and said in self-reproach, "This was not my intention. I accidentally injured Yue Lun. Please punish me, seniors."

Zhao Huayuan nodded slightly upon hearing this, then turned to Yin Tianqing and said, "Master Yin, although Zhang Chong's actions were unintentional, and sparring always carries the risk of injury, Yue Lun was indeed seriously injured. What do you think should be done to punish Zhang Chong?"

All eyes turned to Yin Tianqing.

He closed his eyes, his beard trembling slightly, then slowly opened them and said, word by word:

"Sparring and competition, injuries, arrogance!"

Yin Shanshan saw that her father looked ten years older at that moment. She wanted to go up and help him, but after thinking about it, she retreated to Chen Mo's side.

"Hehe, Master Yin is truly magnanimous," Zhao Huayuan said with a smile. "Zhang Chong, why don't you quickly thank Master Yin for not punishing you?"

Zhang Chong then clasped his hands in thanks to Yin Tianqing, saying, "Thank you, Master Yin..."

Scattered jeers drifted from all around, but with Zhao Huayuan's announcement, "The competition continues," this interlude was temporarily put to rest.

At this moment, Zhao Huayuan seemed to have noticed something, and a mocking smile appeared on his lips. "Next, it should be the last person from Tianqing Martial Arts School to choose. The people to choose should include a Ming Jin disciple from Panshi Martial Arts School and my apprentice Luo Hou."

All eyes turned to him.

Yin Shanshan warned softly, "Lord Luo is at the early stage of Dark Force cultivation."

The intention was to get Chen Mo to choose the Ming Jin disciple from the Rock Martial Arts School.

Chen Mo pondered to himself.

Being outspoken is certainly a safer choice.

However, after watching several matches between Dark Force practitioners today, he has gained some insights. If he could choose a Dark Force opponent to fight, it would greatly benefit his future advancement in Dark Force.

That Luo Hou just happens to be at the early stage of Inner Strength, so perhaps...

"I choose Rahu."

After thinking for a moment, he spoke calmly.