Martial Arts Sainthood Begins with the Tiger-Taming Fist

In the rain, the three of them stood in a straight line.

Tang Yi was the first to draw his longsword from his back. Raindrops pattered against the sword...

He flashed forward, wielding his sword and striking Chen Mo's chest, changing his stance several times along the way, displaying an elegant and unrestrained style.

On the other side, Zhou Yue stomped hard on the slippery ground and shot out.

The two attacked from the front and back, creating an astonishing display of power.

Chen Mo turned slightly to face Zhou Yue, then stepped onto the ground and performed a somersault over Zhou Yue's head. Immediately afterwards, he used his right fist to whip back, and the Swallow Counterattack instantly reached Zhou Yue's back.

Zhou Yue was no ordinary person either, and immediately raised his elbow to block to the side and behind him.

The elbows and palms struck, and a heavy thud traveled through the sound of the rain to Wu Zhiai's ears in the bushes, startling her.

Zhou Yue was jolted back by the immense force of the Swallow Return, his eyes widening in surprise. He suddenly exerted all his strength, his legs slamming into the damp ground like wooden stakes, before finally stopping.

At this moment, Tang Yi thrust out a sword five feet away from Chen Mo, aiming straight for Chen Mo's throat.

As the sword light approached, Chen Mo quickly arched his back, the blade grazing his face and shattering several raindrops in mid-air, turning them into fine droplets that sprayed out.

Chen Mo bent his back like a full moon, lightly touched the ground with one finger, spun around several times, and prepared to smash the rocks in mid-air.

As soon as he landed, he threw a punch straight at Tang Yi's elbow, the hand holding the sword.

In that instant, Tang Yi's expression changed. If that punch landed, the sword in his hand would most likely slip from his grasp and fall to the ground.

In a flash, Zhou Yue darted behind Chen Mo, unleashing the full power of his muscles as he punched Chen Mo in the back.

Chen Mo only glanced at him but did not dodge. The punch landed solidly on his back, shaking off countless raindrops.

Upon seeing this scene from the bushes, Wu Zhiai turned pale, covered her mouth, and almost screamed.

At the same time, Chen Mo's flying stone also landed on Tang Yi's elbow.

One punch for another.

Bang! Clang!

Tang Yi's longsword flew out of his hand and stuck into the ground. The hilt and the blade shook violently, emitting a mournful cry.

Looking back at Zhou Yue's punch, he withdrew his fist, only to be shocked to find that Chen Mo's back was as hard as a rock, while his entire arm was numb from the shock.

At that instant, Tang Yi and Zhou Yue were almost equally astonished.

But Chen Mo didn't give the other party any time to react. He leaned forward and suddenly took the Luo Yan Step.

It shattered the rain curtain in front of it in an instant.

Pat pat pat pat pat—

His right fist instantly generated a tiger's roar, and a terrifying tiger's roar resounded through the rain.

Tang Yi, who was the first to be affected, was shocked.

His eyes suddenly bulged out, and in a panic, he raised both hands to block in front of him.

The instant Chen Mo's right fist shattered the last raindrop, his fist suddenly sank into the opponent's block.

boom--

A crisp sound of bones breaking echoed through the rainy mountain wilderness.

"ah!!!"

Immediately following was a heart-wrenching scream.

The tiger's roar smashed through the ineffective block and continued forward, striking directly at Tang Yi's heart.

boom!

In that instant, its scream turned into a heavy groan.

His body then fell backward, staggered a few steps, and fell backward onto the bumpy mountain road, struggling to get up.

On the other side, Zhou Yue's hands and feet went weak when he saw Tang Yi's miserable state. He thought to himself, "Is this even human?!"

Among the members of the Fierce Sand Gang, only Zhao Huayuan gave him this feeling of despair, but Chen Mo in front of him was clearly just a hidden expert...

Chen Mo withdrew his fist, his eyes, sharp as a tiger's, sweeping across the area.

Zhou Yue felt a chill in his heart, took a slight step back, and then took out his ballast martial art - the Nineteen-Route Panquan.

As soon as Zhou Yue raised his fist, Chen Mo stepped forward and extended a simple punch, his powerful energy compressed between his five fingers. Zhou Yue quickly raised his fist to counter.

Chen Mo precisely calculated the timing of releasing his fist power. When the two fists were an inch apart, he suddenly clenched his five fingers, and the power in his fist was released instantly.

"Creak!"

A sound of finger bones cracking rang out, and Zhou Yue's five fingers bent at an odd angle, his face contorting in pain.

Taking advantage of the opponent's pain, Chen Mo gave him no time to catch his breath, used the Flowing Cloud Strike to circle around to his side, and raised his elbow to strike the opponent's neck, like a martial monk striking a bell.

boom!

Zhou Yue's vision went black from the powerful elbow strike, and his blood and qi surged within him. He flailed his hands wildly in front of him, trying to grab something, but instead staggered and knelt on the ground.

The next moment, Chen Mo did not continue to attack Zhou Yue. Instead, he quickly drew the long sword from the ground beside him, slapped the hilt backward, and the long sword pierced through the rain. Then, with a soft thud, it pierced the shoulder blade of the wounded Tang Yi who was sneaking up.

At the same time, Chen Mo stomped his feet hard on the muddy ground, leaped forward, and slammed his palms heavily onto the hilt of the sword.

The longsword pierced through his shoulder blade and disappeared into the distant grass.

"what!"

Another heart-wrenching scream shattered the night sky.

Immediately afterwards, Chen Mo unleashed the full power of the Flowing Cloud Strike, raining blows upon blows upon his opponent. He continued relentlessly until his opponent fell to the ground, at which point he stood up, stuffing a jade-green pill into his mouth.

At this moment, Tang Yi's blood mixed with rainwater, seeping into the mud and staining the mountain road red.

The pure energy from the elixir dissolved within Chen Mo's body, and his strength gradually recovered.

Chen Mo knew that being cruel to the enemy was a way of showing kindness to himself.

He walked toward Zhou Yue, who was still clinging to life. The latter slumped to the ground, moving backward as he begged for mercy, "Hero Chen Mo, please don't kill me. I'll give you all my martial arts skills."

Chen Mo remained unmoved, raised his hand, and raindrops flowed down his slender fingers.

"The Zhao family head will be here soon. If you kill me, he will never let you get away with it!"

Chen Mo bent his five fingers into a fist and slammed it into the opponent's crown. The latter instantly collapsed into the rain, lifeless.

The world was silent, save for the sound of rain.

The ink-wash night sky was torn apart by a bolt of lightning, the flash briefly revealing the tragic deaths of the two people and the solitary figure of a young man.

Chen Mo walked towards the bushes, and Wu Zhiai also jogged out of the bushes at the same time.

She suddenly hugged Chen Mo tightly.

Chen Mo was taken aback, unsure of where to put his hands, but ultimately did not place them on the other person.

He wasn't ignorant; he knew Wu Zhi'ai's feelings for him, but he had always regarded her as an older sister who was two or three years older than him.

A moment later, Wu Zhiai released Chen Mo, her cheeks slightly flushed with disappointment.

"Let's go, there are still pursuers behind us."

Chen Mo spoke up.

The Ming Jin martial artists of the Fierce Sand Gang and the Black Tiger Hall had already been half killed by Chen Mo, so even if they received the news, they dared not approach.

As for the several masters of internal strength, they were all wiped out.

Therefore, the only pursuers were Zhao Huayuan and Liu Zongsheng, who were all alone.

With this in mind, Chen Mo quickly left with Wu Zhiai.

About fifteen minutes after they left, a figure in white robes rushed over. It was Zhao Huayuan. His eyes swept around like lightning, and he saw the corpses of Tang Yi and Zhou Yue lying tragically on the ground.

Zhao Huayuan's Adam's apple bobbed, and he let out a thunderous voice: "If I weren't away from Heihe Town, how could you be so arrogant! After the Black Tiger Hall's memorial tablet matter is settled, I'll settle accounts with you slowly!"

As the sound faded, his figure swept away into the distance.