Martial Arts Sainthood Begins with the Tiger-Taming Fist

Zhao Huayuan nodded with a cold expression.

At this moment, everyone looked at Chen Mo, waiting for his response.

After a while.

"it is good."

A resolute voice echoed in the silent room.

He had no other choice at the moment; if he didn't agree, Zhao Huayuan wouldn't let the matter rest.

After agreeing, there is a slight chance to withstand two moves.

It is almost impossible for someone with hidden strength to escape unscathed from someone with neutral strength.

However, it is not a pipe dream to withstand two moves from someone with a neutral force.

Moreover, Chen Mo also possesses the Iron Light Skill, which he did not display in the previous battle, but could help him withstand the first move.

As for the second move... he thought to himself, then he'd leave it to fate.

Mind this.

Zhao Huayuan raised his right hand, flipped his palm, and a surge of powerful energy quickly gathered in his palm, accompanied by a gust of wind blowing outwards.

Chen Mo had never seen a master of the Transformation Realm make a move before. Now, standing right in front of Zhao Huayuan, who was about to strike, a sense of crisis immediately washed over him.

Huhu——

As Zhao Huayuan raised his palm, the force of his energy grew increasingly fierce.

At this moment, Chen Mo began to circulate the Iron Light Technique, layer upon layer of copper-like and iron-like barriers stacked on his bones and flesh, and the skin on his arms also turned slightly dark.

"Um?"

Seeing this, Xie Jinyou, who was standing not far away, frowned slightly. He thought to himself, "To have mastered the Iron Light Skill to this level in just a few days, his comprehension is truly monstrous. But whether he can withstand Zhao Huayuan's powerful attack depends on fate..."

Chen Mo's face was as solemn as a cold pool. Just as the Iron Light Skill was taking shape, the internal energy circulated again, and the Tiger Roar Force quietly gathered in his hand.

Just then.

Zhao Huayuan took two quick steps forward, and after gathering his strength, he finally thrust out his right palm with great force.

Yin Shanshan closed her eyes, not daring to look.

Boom!

The sound of surging energy...

The sound of the floor cracking...

The sound of a wine glass shattering...

They all suddenly appeared at once!

A cloud of dust rose up at the scene, and when the dust cleared, everyone saw a disheveled figure appear—it was Chen Mo.

His clothes were torn, a smear of bright red blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and a deep pit appeared at the bottom of his feet.

In contrast, Zhao Huayuan, with a shallow pit under his feet and his clothes intact, remained calm and composed.

But he was not pleased by this; instead, he frowned slightly.

That palm strike was aimed at crippling Chen Mo.

However, Chen Mo not only activated the Iron Light Skill, greatly increasing his defense, but also unleashed a Tiger Roar Force at a crucial moment, negating 30% of the force of his fierce palm strike.

In this way, although Chen Mo was injured, his injuries were not fundamental.

Upon seeing this result, murmurs of surprise and disbelief rippled through the surrounding crowd.

It is often said that there is an insurmountable gap between neutralizing force and hidden force.

The Xie family patriarch immediately stroked his beard and said, "This boy has some skill. He has made a small breakthrough in the Iron Light Technique that you gave him so quickly."

Xie Jinyou nodded, "Indeed, when Jin Nian told me about this person's amazing qualities, I didn't believe him. Now it seems that Jin Nian's judgment was good."

The head of the Xie family used a technique of transmitting sound through internal energy to convey his words to Xie Jinyou: "Maintain this good relationship, and if you have the opportunity, help him."

"Okay," Xie Jinyou nodded in reply.

Meanwhile, Yin Shanshan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but then anxiously pursed her lips, "One more move... one more move..."

All eyes were on them.

Instead of getting angry, Zhao Huayuan laughed, "Good lad, you really surprise me..."

Before he could finish speaking, he raised his right palm again.

This time, the air around my palm seemed to be subtly distorted.

This is the effect of a master of internal energy exerting their full strength, when their internal energy is circulated to its limit. At this moment, 80% of their internal energy is gathered in their palms.

Chang Hao, who was watching the battle, had a sudden thought: "The Zhao family head is actually going to use his full strength. If it were me..."

He asked himself honestly, if it were him, he certainly wouldn't have been able to handle that move.

Zhao Huayuan promised to only make two moves, so the second move must be a killing blow!

However, at this very moment...

Chen Mo made a move!

Instead of retreating, he advanced, his figure darting out like an antelope, simultaneously unleashing the Iron Light Skill and the Luo Yan Step to their fullest potential.

Not only that, he curled his ten fingers together, adopting the best technique for capturing dragons, displaying a fierce and unyielding stance!

"I admire this courage," the Xie family head thought to himself as he observed.

He was already prepared to rescue Chen Mo; if Chen Mo's life was in danger, he would step in to ensure his safety.

In an instant.

Chen Mo and Zhao Huayuan were only a foot apart.

Chen Mo suddenly reached for the other person's shoulder blade, but the other person's palm had already landed on his shoulder.

boom!

A sound of bones cracking rang out.

Chen Mo's shoulder caved in, but at the same time, his right hand, imbued with the power of the Dragon Capture Force, gripped Zhao Huayuan's shoulder, intending to throw him behind him.

He was prepared to take a gamble, hoping that Zhao Huayuan would save face and withdraw his full-force palm strike.

If he doesn't retract, his body will be lifted off the ground by the Dragon-Capturing Force. Although there is a high probability that he will not suffer any real damage, it means that... he, a master of Transformation Force, was lifted up by Dark Force.

If this matter gets out, Zhao Huayuan's old face will be as if Chen Mo has stepped on it.

At this critical moment, under the anxious gazes of Yin Tianqing and Yin Shanshan, and with Chen Mo's calm expression, Zhao Huayuan finally withdrew his palm and blocked the Dragon-Capturing Force.

"puff!"

The remaining 40% of his palm force shattered the Iron Light Skill, causing Chen Mo to spit out a mouthful of blood and collapse to the ground.

There was uproar on all sides.

"Chen Mo actually withstood two moves from Zhao Huayuan!"

"The key point is that Chen Mo actually dared to take the initiative; I've never seen anyone like that before..."

Yin Shanshan and Wu Zhiai immediately stepped forward to help Chen Mo up. Wu Zhiai then took out a bright green pill from her waist and put it into Chen Mo's mouth.

As soon as the pill entered his stomach, a surge of pure medicinal power flowed throughout his body, rapidly repairing his internal injuries.

"Patriarch Zhao," Yin Tianqing said, "you've already made two moves; shouldn't you keep your promise?"

When Zhao Huayuan saw that Chen Mo was able to stand up on his own, his face turned ashen. He then snorted coldly and stepped aside.

Gasps of astonishment filled the air. The use of hidden force against a master of internal energy was unprecedented and unheard of.

Upon seeing this, Lin Chong laughed heartily, "Young friend Chen Mo is truly a heroic young man! I hope you won't let this spoil the harmony, and that the competition will continue."

Although the following matches were also exciting, everyone's attention remained focused on the battle between Chen Mo and Zhao Huayuan.

……

It was already afternoon.

All the forces present have already engaged in battle.

With the help of the elixir, Chen Mo's internal energy recovered to about 70-80%, and his shoulder injury was also relieved.

However, at that very moment, a shocking change occurred!

boom!

Suddenly, an iron cage descended from the sky, covering the people from Tianqing Martial Arts School, Wu Zhi'ai, the Xie family, and Hefeng Pawnshop, while the Zhao family, Black Tiger Hall, Qi family, and other forces stood outside the iron cage beforehand.

Lin Chong, who was sitting upright, slowly rose and looked around with disdain.

He said in a deep voice, "Gentlemen, besides the martial arts competition today, I, Lin, would like to discuss something with you."