Martial Arts Sainthood Begins with the Tiger-Taming Fist

Moon stars are rare.

While pondering, Chen Mo had already stepped onto the small path north of the town.

They bypassed several patrols by the Fierce Sand Gang and the Black Tiger Hall, and headed towards the wild temple in the mountains.

Before long, the outline of the deserted temple came into view, and a beautiful figure leaned anxiously against the temple gate.

He quickened his pace.

Upon reaching the temple entrance, Wu Zhiai smiled and looked him up and down. Seeing that he had no wounds, she felt relieved.

"How's it going outside?" Wu Zhiai asked.

"The Fierce Sand Gang and the Black Tiger Hall were patrolling. I killed four people, one of whom was Luo Hou."

Hearing Chen Mo's calm tone, Wu Zhiai was slightly startled, but quickly calmed down.

Four martial artists killed without hesitation, which would normally be a major incident, but the young man in front of him spoke of it without any emotion.

Chen Mo has already given her too many surprises.

Chen Mo ate the simple meal prepared by Wu Zhiai and began practicing martial arts.

……

Five days have passed in the blink of an eye.

In the past five days, Chen Mo has been searching for cicada molts, refining his skills by practicing his martial arts, cultivating his martial arts techniques, and killing people in the town. He has hardly had any free time.

Ten people were killed in five days.

By the last two days, the Fierce Sand Gang and the Black Tiger Hall were extremely vigilant. If Chen Mo hadn't been familiar with Black River Town, he would have almost been discovered.

Now, the combined strength of the two gangs has less than half of their original strength, and only two of their original strength have remained.

His progress in cultivating the Fire Separation Technique has been rapid, progressing from condensing a wisp of spark in his palm to now being able to condense a small flame.

If Liu Zongsheng, who had cultivated the Li Huo Xuan Gong for several years without success, were to see this, the latter would surely be astonished.

After five days of fighting and training, coupled with constant practice of cultivating his skills in the mountains and waters, Chen Mo had vaguely reached the threshold of the late stage of Dark Force. If he were to face the encirclement of the deputy leader of the Fierce Sand Gang and Liu Sha at this time, he would be able to handle the situation with even more ease.

However, the crisis is now getting worse.

After searching the mountains and forests south and west of the town, the Black Tiger Gang realized they had fallen into a trap and began searching the north of the town.

That night.

The night was deep, and a light drizzle began to fall.

As Chen Mo stepped out of Heihe Town, his shoes were stained with a little blood, and a faint smell of blood wafted out.

He tossed the two silver ingots he had just seized in his hand, wiped the blood off the edge of his shoe on the wet bluestone slab, and then walked toward the deserted temple.

Before long, the outline of the wild temple came into view.

But he sensed something unusual.

A faint cry for help seemed to come from inside the temple.

He immediately quickened his pace.

Inside the temple, Wu Zhi'ai was bound hand and foot to the feet of a dilapidated statue, her mouth stuffed with a wad of burlap, and two burly men stood in front of her.

One of them, his face gleaming with lust, grinned and showed off his yellow teeth, saying, "Tsk tsk tsk, the famous Third Miss Wu is much prettier than those smudged women in brothels! I've been through so much with you guys these past few days, I just need to vent!"

Wu Zhiai thrashed about frantically, her eyes filled with terror.

In her final moments, she looked towards the temple entrance, waiting for the figure in her heart to appear.

—The figure of the boy who could save her from the clutches of evil.

Just as the burly man was about to touch her skin.

In an instant.

A gray-white figure suddenly darted into the temple, his fist clenched like a knife, the slightly scorching fist energy instantly evaporating the drizzle carried into the temple by the wind.

Chen Mo's punch was like a bolt of lightning, dissolving the raindrops along the way before finally striking the burly man's back.

The other person's body suddenly stiffened.

His eyes suddenly bulged out of their sockets.

A surge of powerful energy rushed into his body in an instant, destroying his meridians and tendons with devastating force.

Just two breaths.

The force of the punch burst out from the other side of his body.

"Bang!"

At this moment, his fingers were only an inch away from Wu Zhi'ai's skin.

Wu Zhiai stared at the boy's figure landing in front of her, the fear in her eyes fading slightly and turning into relief.

The burly man collapsed to the ground with a thud.

At the same time, Chen Mo quickly untied Wu Zhi'ai's bound hands and removed the burlap from her mouth.

After doing all that, he turned and glanced at the other person.

The moment Chen Mo killed one of them, the other party scrambled and fled outside the temple.

Chen Mo used all his strength to chase after Luo Yanbu, but halfway there, a firework sounded outside the temple.

Signal fireworks rose into the sky, illuminating the night sky north of Heihe Town.

Several pairs of eyes in the town suddenly turned towards the direction of the wild temple.

At that moment, Chen Mo channeled his inner energy into his legs, took two quick steps, and in the blink of an eye, he leaped in front of his opponent, delivering a simple yet powerful punch. His opponent hurriedly raised his fist to block.

The two fists collided, and the opponent's face immediately turned pale with horror. A powerful force, like a whirlwind, swept into his body, destroying his internal organs as if cutting through withered branches and fallen leaves.

After struggling and twisting for a few breaths, the life force in his eyes disappeared, his pupils dilated, and he knelt down in front of Chen Mo, his head drooping like a withered fruit on a branch.

The rain intensified, and night fell.

After instantly killing the two men, Chen Mo quickly returned to Wu Zhi'ai's side. After thinking for a few moments, he said, "I'll carry you on my back, and we'll escape immediately."

Wu Zhiai's eyes flickered slightly, but she didn't say anything. She just hummed softly and nodded.

When it comes to life and death, there is no room for hesitation.

The two tidied up quickly.

Chen Mo carried Wu Zhi'ai on his back, gently lifting her into a suitable position. At that moment, he suddenly unleashed his full strength and crashed into the rain.

Amidst the pouring rain, a narrow passage, barely wide enough for one person to pass through, was forcibly created. Chen Mo walked through it.

Heading towards the county town.

Wu Zhiai watched Chen Mo running at full speed. The slender figure of the past had been transformed into a slightly broad-shouldered man.

The pale night sky, mixed with large raindrops, fell into her eyes, subtly stirring her thoughts.

Every fifteen minutes, she would put a bright green pill into Chen Mo's mouth; these were her savings accumulated over the years.

Even though Chen Mo used the Luo Yan Step, carrying someone on his back on the mountain path was still slower than the pursuers.

In less than half an hour, he could sense that the pursuers behind him were getting closer and closer.

Shhhhhh.

Two figures swiftly approached, one in front and one behind, forming a pincer attack, forcing Chen Mo to stop.

One of the muscular middle-aged men sneered, "Chen Mo, we've been searching for you for days and nights, and today I've finally found you. But the feng shui here is quite good; you've found yourself a good burial place."

Chen Mo raised his eyes, his gaze cold.

Wu Zhi'ai's soft voice reached his ears as he was carried on his back, "This person is Tang Yi, the deputy leader of the Black Tiger Hall, and the other is Zhou Yue, the second-best fighter in the Fierce Sand Gang."

Chen Mo nodded. In his perception, both of them were at the peak of the Dark Force realm, roughly the same level as the deputy leader of the Fierce Sand Gang.

Chen Mo put Wu Zhi'ai down. "Sister Ai, when we make our move, hide to the side."

Wu Zhiai nodded, knowing that she was a burden to Chen Mo.

After thinking it over, she quickly ran into the bushes nearby, but didn't go far, looking at Chen Mo through the dense vines.

Zhou Yue frowned and said, "The third young lady of the Wu family is also our target."

Tang Yi said arrogantly, "She's just a woman who can't even kill a chicken. We can arrest her after we deal with Chen Mo."