Martial Arts Sainthood Begins with the Tiger-Taming Fist

"The Anyang Martial Arts Tournament? This is the first time I've heard of it."

Chen Mo asked, "What are the rewards for this martial arts competition?"

As soon as he asked the question, he realized how foolish he had been.

In any martial arts tournament like this, the most important reward is to build a reputation and expand one's network.

This is far more generous than any material reward.

Ji Chang also shook his head. "I haven't heard of any reward. County Magistrate Lin wrote a letter personally, and Master didn't hide its contents but made it public to us disciples. But who dares to refuse County Magistrate Lin's request?"

That's the truth. No one dares to say a word against the words of a county constable.

Putting everything else aside, just considering his late-stage Transformation Realm strength, he is half a level above the Xie family patriarch, truly the number one person in Anyang County!

As the two were discussing, Yin Tianqing slowly walked out of the inner room and stood in front of Chen Mo.

"Master."

Chen Mo bowed.

Yin Tianqing nodded slightly. He sensed that Chen Mo's aura had improved even more than twenty days ago, and he couldn't help but smile with delight.

"Haha, not bad, not bad, your cultivation level has improved again. You should break through to the mid-stage of Dark Force in a few days."

Upon hearing this, the senior brothers and sisters who were practicing martial arts nearby suddenly turned around and looked at Chen Mo as if he were a ghost.

They practiced for months and still made little progress, so how did Chen Mo improve so quickly?

Does he possess a natural talent that is beyond the reach of ordinary people?

Yin Tianqing said, "Ji Chang just told you that I've decided to have you represent the martial arts school at the Anyang Martial Arts Tournament in three days."

Chen Mo nodded calmly.

He was making plans in his mind.

At the level of Transformation Realm, as long as he doesn't encounter Xie Jinyou, he can now fight anyone.

This is a rare opportunity to hone one's comprehension and refine one's martial arts skills.

If I can further develop my relationship with the Xie family, it will pave the way for my future. The Xie family's resources are second to none in the entire Anyang County.

"Then this disciple will go practice first."

Just as Chen Mo was about to take a step, Yin Tianqing stopped him with a hand. "How about we, master and disciple, have a real contest?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Mo's heart stirred slightly.

Yin Tianqing's strength is very close to Xie Jinyou's, and he is slightly better in terms of practical experience.

"This disciple dares not."

But as a disciple, even if he wanted to, he couldn't say it out loud.

"It's alright." Yin Tianqing patted Chen Mo's shoulder. "I haven't taught you much, so consider this my compensation. Besides, there are many formidable opponents in this martial arts tournament, so you need to get used to them beforehand."

"it is good."

Chen Mo stopped being coy and immediately assumed a fighting stance, unleashing his Dragon-Capturing Strength.

Yin Tianqing then unleashed his Dragon Subduing Stance Technique and Tiger Taming Fist, revealing his peak internal strength.

The disciples surrounded him, their eyes glued to him.

Round three.

Yin Tianqing's eyes were like those of an eagle, and he shouted: "The opening move of the Tiger-Taming Fist's Sand-Raising Style must be fierce, like a hawk soaring in the sky, while the closing move must be slow, like a fish swimming in shallow water."

Chen Mo was slightly taken aback, then followed the instructions and unleashed a sandstorm attack.

The two fists collided in mid-air, and the force suddenly spread outwards.

Round 7.

Suddenly, Yin Tianqing leaped up like a tiger and threw a powerful punch, "Tiger Subduing Fist, Seventh Form: Tiger Roar Force, power gathered in the waist, bursting out in the fist, and gathering in the shoulder."

Boom!

Chen Mo was sent flying half a zhang away by the punch, his internal energy surging continuously.

……

Round 17.

Yin Tianqing's Dragon Subduing Stance footwork changed instantly, catching Chen Mo off guard with a reverse momentum. The latter staggered a few steps and fell to the ground.

The outcome is decided.

"call--"

"call--"

Both of them were panting heavily.

They then exchanged a smile, their hearty laughter echoing to every corner of the inner hall.

"It's been a long time since I've had such a satisfying and exhilarating battle!"

Yin Tianqing sighed.

Chen Mo also sincerely praised, "Master's boxing style is varied and his moves are fierce. I am completely convinced of my defeat."

He was telling the truth. In every round just now, he had given his all, but his master had always responded with ease and had given him guidance on every move.

Some of the guidance he received was something he had never grasped while cultivating his skills in nature.

After this battle, he vaguely sensed that he had almost broken through the threshold of the mid-stage of Dark Force.

"Think about those few moves when you get back, and digest them well. That's the only thing I can teach you."

Yin Tianqing said solemnly.

Chen Mo bowed deeply and replied, "This disciple has remembered."

After Yin Tianqing left, Chen Mo immersed himself in practicing his skills, doing everything his master had taught him.

Based on his understanding of the Tiger-Taming Fist, he could easily grasp its essence by practicing each move ten times, become proficient after thirty repetitions, and achieve mastery after eighty repetitions.

The sky was getting dark.

Chen Mo returned to the blacksmith shop to start the fire and forge the weapons that the customers needed that day.

After mastering the basics, apply the incremental improvements in understanding to stance training, fist techniques, and Iron Mane Kung Fu, repeating the process over and over again.

Boom!

A sound as sharp as refined iron rang out.

A silvery sheen emanated from his arms, like cold iron, and his muscularity was greatly enhanced.

At this moment, even if you scrape your arm several times with a sharp blade, you can only leave shallow marks.

"What excellent martial arts skills! Why didn't I encounter them sooner?"

As he felt an overwhelming sense of kinship, the night grew late.

Chen Mo fell asleep holding the newly forged weapon.

……

The sky was just beginning to lighten.

When Chen Mo woke up, he stretched his arms and felt a surge of energy flowing through his meridians, occasionally producing a muffled sound.

"Breakthrough to the mid-stage of Dark Force..."

He said to himself with delight.

Yesterday's sparring session with my master was more beneficial than half a month of regular martial arts practice.

He knew that his master was passing on all the knowledge he had ever learned to him.

This is a one-time event.

If he wants to have this opportunity again, unless Yin Tianqing breaks through to the Transformation Realm, there will be no difference in their levels.

Transforming Strength...

Within this small county, the level of "Transformation of Strength" is a realm that ordinary martial artists cannot reach.

In the past decade, no battles between practitioners of the Transformation Realm have occurred in Anyang County.

"Three more days..."

Chen Mo murmured to himself, then focused his mind and prepared to immerse himself in martial arts practice.

At this time.

The blacksmith's shop door creaked open, and a woman in a moon-colored silk dress pushed it open and entered.

Wu Zhi'ai lifted her skirt and entered the room. Seeing Chen Mo there, she said, "You already know that County Magistrate Lin is inviting various powerful families to a competition at Zuichun Pavilion in two days, right?"

Chen Mo nodded. "I heard my master mention the Anyang Martial Arts Tournament, and I will go."

"I'll go too."

Wu Zhiai raised her eyebrows slightly, "Although no martial artist from the Wu family is qualified to participate, it would be good for me to go and help you out. I am familiar with some forces, so if you need to speak up, I can do my part."

Upon hearing this, Chen Mo paused slightly, "I'm afraid the Zhao family might harm you, and I'm worried I won't be able to protect you then."

Wu Zhiai's eyes shifted, "I'm more worried about you... I have a bad feeling that this Anyang Martial Arts Tournament might not be so simple. Having one more person means having one more person to look after you."

"Alright then."

Chen Mo nodded, seemingly lost in thought.