Martial Arts Sainthood Begins with the Tiger-Taming Fist

Two days later, at Zuichunlou.

In the largest private room.

Chen Mo arrived with Yin Tianqing, Yin Shanshan, and Wu Zhiai. When they arrived, the place was already full of people. The three of them found a place to sit down near the door.

The Xie family, the Qi family, the Black Tiger Hall, the Zhao family, the Iron Palm Gang, and other masters of internal strength from Anyang County gathered together.

County Magistrate Lin Chong sat upright in the center, his gaze sweeping over all directions, and wherever he looked, people felt a slight sense of pressure.

He then spoke, his voice booming, "Thank you all for giving me face."

After giving a slight bow, he continued, "I won't waste any more words. Today's martial arts gathering aims to exchange skills and enhance friendship among all parties."

"There are no fixed rules for sparring. As long as you invite the other person to the arena and they are willing to cooperate, you can spar on the spot."

Everyone frowned slightly.

Even if you don't want to give the other party face, you wouldn't dare to disrespect County Magistrate Lin.

Therefore, this rule means: you can fight whomever you want.

Chen Mo remained calm, his eyes scanning the surroundings out of the corner of his eye.

Just then, Zhang Chong's gaze shifted and met his in mid-air.

After nearly a month of recuperation, and with the Zhao family's continuous supply of medicine, his health has fully recovered.

Furthermore, with Zhao Huayuan personally training him several times, his practical combat experience has subtly improved.

He was confident that if he were to fight Chen Mo this time, he would definitely embarrass him in public.

A short while later.

Lin Chong finished speaking.

Chang Hao of the Iron Palm Clan stood up abruptly, his lightning-fast gaze sweeping around before finally settling on the deputy leader of the Black Tiger Hall.

"Master Zheng, please."

Zheng Yao was slightly taken aback, but he was not intimidated and immediately stood up to accept the challenge.

Zheng Yao's strength is at the peak of Dark Force, and he ranks among the top ten martial artists in Anyang County.

Although Chang Hao had one foot in the peak of Dark Force, that one word "half" already revealed the gap.

"Chang Hao really has the air of a king; he will definitely succeed Tie Gang Leader in the future."

Someone nearby exclaimed in admiration.

The competition began immediately. Chen Mo focused intently on observing, hoping to gain insights by cultivating his skills amidst the mountains and rivers.

Chang Hao's Thunder Palm is incredibly powerful, even more so than when he was in martial arts school, while Zheng Yao's training focuses on leg techniques, combining agility and sharpness.

The two dodged and weaved, their palm and leg strikes colliding and intersecting, creating a burst of energy that flew everywhere with a whooshing sound.

The surrounding tables and chairs trembled frequently, and the crowd quickly made way for a larger space.

While observing the battle, Chen Mo gained insights into the movements and footwork of the two fighters, which led to a slight improvement in his own movements.

In the twenty-sixth round, Zheng Yao used a powerful leg strike to knock Chang Hao out of the ring, drawing cheers from the crowd.

After the battle ended, Zhang Chong stood up, glanced at Chen Mo, and said, "Chen Mo, I was defeated by you in the first battle of the martial arts competition. Today, we will fight again, which should stop the rumors."

Yin Tianqing, standing next to Chen Mo, had a gloomy expression, while the people around them were full of anticipation.

The hottest topic in martial arts this year is the battle between Chen Mo and Zhang Chong.

The inexperienced young man beat his senior brother, who had betrayed him, to a pulp.

And today.

This senior disciple has returned with a vengeance. Can his former junior disciple defeat him?

Amidst the various gazes of the crowd, Chen Mo slowly rose, said nothing, and began to walk.

The two walked face to face to the center of the room, their gazes both cold.

The starting stance of Zhang Chong Baguazhang involves stepping precisely into the Bagua formation and spreading both palms out to the left and right.

Chen Mo slowly raised his Dragon-Capturing Force hand gesture, while quietly preparing his Iron Light Skill, instantly making his arm as hard as iron.

The head of the Qi family took a sip of fragrant tea and said, "Zhang Chong's Bagua Palm is well-balanced in both offense and defense, and every step he takes is precise. I'm very curious to see how Chen Mo will deal with it."

Qi Sheng, standing to the side, said, "Zhang Chong seeks stability, while Chen Mo is unconventional. They each have their own strengths; it all depends on who has a bit more luck."

In a short while.

Zhang Chong had already traversed more than a dozen Bagua formations. When he saw Chen Mo occasionally reveal a flaw, he suddenly leaped up like a crane soaring into the sky and struck down with a palm, his offensive aura fierce.

Chen Mo used the Luo Yan Step, retreating slightly to dodge the opponent's half-palm force, and then delivered the improved Yang Sha Style, a punch soaring into the sky to block the other half of the palm.

boom!

Zhang Chong actually took four or five steps back, while Chen Mo only took half a step back.

"Hmm? Chen Mo's strength is actually much stronger than last time."

Qi Sheng suddenly frowned.

Zhang Chong closed in again, and the two exchanged blows, their fists clashing with powerful energy.

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Chong changed his footwork after landing, switching from a defensive stance to an offensive one, and frequently struck out with his palms.

Chen Mo alternated between using the Tiger-Taming Fist and the Dragon-Capturing Force, supplemented by the Luo Yan Step, his movements sometimes agile and graceful, sometimes fierce and incomparable.

At one point, a tiger's roar burst forth, shattering Zhang Chong's Bagua Palm block, and then a punch landed on his chest.

Chen Mo felt his fist sink into the opponent's bones, close to his internal organs.

If any more force were applied, Zhang Chong's internal organs would likely be destroyed as well.

"Pfft!"

Zhang Chong spat out a mouthful of blood, staining the finely planked wooden floor red.

At this moment, the entire audience was stunned.

In less than five moves, he defeated Zhang Chong, who was in the late stage of Dark Force. Moreover, seeing this, the latter would not be able to recover for at least half a year.

"In just over half a month, this child has grown to such an extent..."

Both the Qi and Xie families sighed in amazement, while the Iron Palm Gang and the Hefeng Pawnshop members were secretly alarmed.

Chang Hao also frowned slightly. Even though he was straightforward and ruthless, he didn't think he was much stronger than Zhang Chong. Since Zhang Chong couldn't last five moves against Chen Mo, Chang Hao would definitely not be able to defeat Chen Mo either.

He was just a greenhorn during his martial arts training, so why is he like this now...?

"Why...why?! Why?!"

Lying on the ground, Zhang Chong roared furiously, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, "What kind of martial arts technique did you practice?! I don't believe it! I don't believe I could lose to you!"

None of the bystanders stepped forward to help him up.

At that moment, he was like an abandoned dog.

Upon seeing this, Yin Shanshan's face lit up with relief. Her gaze then shifted slightly to Chen Mo, her eyes filled with gratitude.

At this moment, Zhao Huayuan suddenly stood up and looked at Chen Mo with a cold gaze.

At his signal, Luo Hou immediately went over and helped Zhang Chong up, then quickly went out to call for a doctor.

Chen Mo walked towards Yin Tianqing's side, but when he was halfway there, a figure suddenly blocked his way. The figure was so fast that Chen Mo had no time to react.

"The Chen family boy."

Zhao Huayuan, who stopped him, changed his usual way of addressing him, saying, "Your strength has improved so rapidly in just one month, you must have taken some kind of banned drug, right?"

Upon seeing this, Yin Tianqing immediately stepped forward, but under the powerful aura surrounding Zhao Huayuan, he could not get even an inch closer.

Chen Mo felt that it was difficult to move his body and that his internal energy was being drawn out.

At this moment.

Standing not far away, Wu Zhiai shouted, "Patriarch Zhao, injuries are common in sparring. Are you trying to bully a junior?"

The others around started talking about it.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Huayuan slightly reduced the force he was releasing, which immediately made Chen Mo feel much more relaxed.

Zhao Huayuan snorted coldly, then said, "This boy's progress is abnormal. If you want me to let him off the hook, I can do so, but you only need to withstand three of my moves."

A single move from a master of internal energy is enough to kill.

Moreover, it's only three moves.

Xie Jinyou stepped forward at this moment, "There are countless people in the world who cultivate at a fast speed. Does the Zhao family want to question them all one by one? Just because you can't do it doesn't mean others can't."

Xie Jinyou's words drew much agreement from those around him.

"How about this?" Zhao Huayuan turned to Lin Chong, who was sitting upright, "If County Lieutenant Lin thinks I am qualified to compete with Chen Mo, then you should not object. If County Lieutenant Lin thinks I should not compete, then I will call it quits."

Xie Jinyou and Yin Tianqing exchanged a glance. After a moment's thought, they realized they had no better option and could only agree, "Alright, we'll follow County Magistrate Lin's decision."

Lin Chong glanced around and slowly said, "Since I've stated beforehand that anyone can issue a challenge, then Patriarch Zhao can naturally do the same. However, there's a significant difference in cultivation level between you two. For fairness, Patriarch Zhao can only make two moves. Let's see if Chen Mo can withstand them, what do you say?"