Martial Arts Sainthood Begins with the Tiger-Taming Fist

The entire room fell silent.

A moment later, a burst of cheers erupted from the direction of the Tianqing Martial Arts School.

Yin Shanshan silently wiped away the fine beads of sweat on her forehead and breathed a sigh of relief.

Yin Tianqing's expression was complex, but mostly joyful.

On the competition field.

Luo Hou's face was filled with disbelief.

Chen Mo clasped his hands in greeting and said, "Thank you for your consideration." The other party returned the greeting slightly, walked heavily behind Zhao Huayuan, lowered his head, and dared not meet his gaze.

Whispers arose from the surrounding crowd as they all looked at the man who had defeated Luo Hou despite being of a higher level, yet remained unassuming and quietly walked back to where the Tianqing Martial Arts School disciples were.

"Ming Jin defeated An Jin, and the opponent was even the disciple of the Zhao family head. Tsk tsk, Chen Mo is going to be famous for a while now."

"Who exactly is this Chen Mo? How did he suddenly appear in Heihe Town? I've never heard of him before."

"Perhaps he's a member of some powerful family..."

Rumors are rampant, and the more they are spread, the more exaggerated they become.

Chen Mo ignored them completely and walked up to Yin Tianqing and Yin Shanshan.

Yin Tianqing gently patted his shoulder. "How are you feeling?"

Chen Mo thought for a moment, "I wasn't used to it at first, but it got better later."

Yin Tianqing nodded in satisfaction, his expression much better than before!

Chen Mo picked up the pieces of Tianqing Martial Arts School that Zhang Chong had trampled on.

Although Zhang Chong has become a thorn in Yin Tianqing's side that can never be removed, Chen Mo's performance today has rekindled his hope for this group of disciples.

In front of the brothel.

Zhao Huayuan glanced sharply at Luo Hou, his face ashen, but as a renowned master of internal energy, he immediately regained his composure.

He announced loudly, "Chen Mo of Tianqing Martial Arts School has defeated my young disciple. Truly, heroes emerge from among the young. Today's sparring match is now over. I hope everyone can achieve great success in the martial arts competition."

The crowd gradually dispersed.

Liu Zongsheng of the Black Tiger Hall whispered a few words to Zhao Huayuan, then led his entourage away.

Yin Tianqing did not want to linger, so he led his disciples back to Tianqing Martial Arts School.

After all, Yue Lun's condition is still unknown.

Standing at the door, Zhao Huayuan's expression darkened slightly after he finished speaking, and he asked in a low voice, "How did you lose?"

Luo Hou paused, his face burning, and stammered, "That Chen Mo... every time he throws a punch..."

"What?!"

"They're all so strange and tricky... I simply can't handle them. If I encounter them again..."

The teacup in Zhao Huayuan's hand suddenly shattered, and the flying porcelain shards scratched a bloody mark on Luo Hou's face, but the latter dared not move an inch.

"You won't have a chance to meet again next time..."

A ruthless glint appeared in Zhao Huayuan's eyes. "Let Chong'er handle it then."

He was perfectly clear-headed. Now that Chen Mo had defeated Luo Hou, what would others say?

To outsiders, Yin Tianqing's Ming Jin disciple could defeat Zhao Huayuan's An Jin disciple!

This was absolutely unacceptable to the heads of the prominent families in Anyang County!

Luo Hou stood with his head bowed, not daring to refute.

At this moment, the deputy leader of the Hansha Gang came down from the second floor and walked to the door. Zhao Huayuan saw that there was something in his eyes, so he sent Luo Hou and the others away and went into the building with the deputy leader.

The deputy leader bowed and said, "Leader, this Chen Mo, a commoner, suddenly joined the Tianqing Martial Arts School, reached the Ming Jin level in half a month, then killed our men who went to intercept the Wu family's caravan, and then killed two of our Ming Jin members. I suspect..."

"You suspect he possesses some kind of mysterious martial arts technique?" Zhao Huayuan asked immediately.

Upon hearing this, the deputy leader broke out in a cold sweat. "Yes, my thoughts cannot be hidden from you, leader."

"Just say what you have to say."

The deputy leader cleared his throat. "Should we make him disappear before Wu Ke, and see what he's got?"

Zhao Huayuan sat down, his fingers slowly tapping the sandalwood table, a thoughtful expression on his face.

After a moment, he shook his head and said, "No, the martial arts quota has already been submitted. If we can't cripple him in a formal competition like today and instead resort to assassination, what if the local authorities question us? If we don't handle things cleanly, it will only cause trouble for us."

The deputy leader nodded in agreement.

Zhao Huayuan stood up. "Try to avoid any major problems these days."

The deputy leader responded again.

……

Tianqing Martial Arts School.

Yue Lun was fast asleep on the bed in the inner room, while an elderly man with white hair and beard was prescribing medicine beside him.

Yin Tianqing asked anxiously, "Old doctor, how is my apprentice's injury?"

The old man sighed and said, "The injury is internal and cannot be recovered in the short term. He will need to take medicine and recuperate for several months. We'll see then."

Upon hearing this, Yin Tianqing's expression became complicated. He, along with the old physician and his disciples, left the inner room and told Yue Lun to rest well.

After stepping out of the inner room, Yin Tianqing clasped his hands in a fist salute to the old doctor and said, "Old doctor, please tell me the truth, is there any hope for my apprentice to recover completely? If you can cure him, I will repay you with a generous gift."

The old doctor returned the gesture with a fist and palm salute, "Master, you flatter me. If there is even the slightest hope, I will do my utmost. It's just that his injury... has broken several tendons and bones."

"The master should know that tendons are the foundation of martial arts. If tendons are severely injured, they are difficult to recover. Therefore, I'm afraid it will be difficult for your worthy disciple to return to his original state. At most... he can only recover 30% or 40%."

"Thirty or forty percent..." Yin Tianqing murmured softly.

Some disciples nearby also hung their heads and remained silent.

For a martial artist, having only 30-40% of their power remaining means they are no longer destined for the path of martial arts.

"Yesterday, Senior Brother Yue was so dashing, and today he's like this. Sigh, that damned Zhao family!"

Ji Chang slammed his fist on the wooden stake, furious.

Chen Mo, standing to the side, pondered inwardly.

This incident served as a warning to him.

Since he possesses the skill of cultivating oneself through nature, he already has an extra shortcut compared to ordinary people. There is no need for him to be strong in everything and put himself in danger. It is best for him to keep a low profile as much as possible.

however.

As the saying goes, "When you're in the game, you're not in control of your own destiny."

Only by entering the game can one become the shining gold in the end.

Yin Tianqing walked over and patted Chen Mo on the shoulder. "Chen Mo, come with me. I have a few things to give you."

Chen Mo paused, then followed in Yin Tianqing's footsteps.

The two entered Yin Tianqing's private room one after the other.

Yin Tianqing closed the door and said, "Chen Mo, since you joined us, I haven't paid as much attention to you as I have to Zhang Chong, Yue Lun, Shan Shan, Li Xuan, and even Luo Heng and Zhou Pi."

His words were sincere and his statements were true.

Chen Mo listened calmly, without rushing to reply.

Yin Tianqing continued, "But you have surprised me time and again. From today onwards, my prejudice against your physical attributes may change significantly."

"Given your level of understanding, I don't have much to teach you, except perhaps some external things that I can help you with."

As he spoke, he opened a drawer in the cabinet, took out a plain gray bottle, and handed it to Chen Mo.

"This is a bottle of Qi Condensation Pill, which will help you break through to the Dark Qi stage."

Chen Mo was taken aback.