Martial Arts Sainthood Begins with the Tiger-Taming Fist

Upon seeing the sudden attack, Chen Mo immediately retreated several steps.

Combining Luo Yan Bu with Liu Yun Xi, her movements were as agile as a swallow.

As soon as he stepped back, Zhao Huayuan landed in front of him, stomping his feet and shattering the ground, creating cracks.

This was Chen Mo's first time fighting against a master of internal energy. He felt the terrifying power of this energy and knew that if he made the slightest mistake, he would die on the spot.

The two were bound by deep hatred, and a battle was inevitable sooner or later.

"You little bastard, stop hiding and exchange a punch with me!"

Zhao Huayuan's attack missed, but he stood up again and within two breaths he was already ten feet in front of Chen Mo, throwing a powerful punch.

Seeing this, Chen Mo quickly prepared his stone-breaking attack and threw a punch.

Suddenly, their fists collided.

boom!!!

Centered on the two men's fists, a ripple of energy suddenly spread outwards. When the ripple passed over Chen Mo's body, he felt a tightness in his chest and shortness of breath.

The opponent's punch was as heavy as a rock, and extremely powerful.

Even though Chen Mo had tempered his physique with the Iron Light Technique, he was still far inferior to his opponent in terms of strength.

At the same time, the force of the opponent's punch surged wildly along his arm.

If the opponent's energy penetrates the body's internal organs, one will at least suffer internal injuries.

With just this one punch, the difference between hidden strength and neutral strength was revealed.

A master of internal energy has tempered their meridians into a unified whole, and every move they make is precise and without any wasted effort.

In other words, the energy exerted by martial artists who have mastered the Hua Jin (化劲) is different from that of those who have mastered the An Jin (暗劲), and it has begun to show signs of evolution.

Immediately realizing this, Chen Mo unleashed the full power of Luo Yanbu, retreating abruptly to distance himself from the entanglement of the opponent's energy.

However, Chen Mo possessed the Luo Yan Step, and Zhao Huayuan was not lacking in movement techniques either. He immediately unleashed his ghostly movement technique and gave chase.

"Your movement speed isn't bad, but you think you can escape with that? Dream on!"

Zhao Huayuan shouted, his internal energy suddenly bursting forth, his sleeves fluttering, and he raised a palm to strike Chen Mo's back.

When his palm was three inches away from Chen Mo's back, Chen Mo suddenly used the Swallow Counterattack, throwing a whip punch to the right rear.

Fists and palms strike, then immediately separate.

Chen Mo let out a muffled groan, feeling a shock to his internal energy and blood.

He was as clear-headed as a mirror. When fighting Zhao Huayuan, he knew that every move and every style of combat should not be prolonged. It was best to strike once and then run away, and then seek another opportunity to counterattack.

With the physical enhancement brought by his Iron Light Skill, he endured the pain in his internal organs and cleverly used the immense force of the opponent's palm strike to launch himself into a spinning motion several times in the air, during which he prepared the Flowing Cloud Assault.

Immediately afterwards, in a few breaths, the two exchanged five or six more moves. Chen Mo kept retreating, deflecting the force, retreating again, and deflecting the force again.

At this moment.

The last secret door had been breached by Xie Jinyou.

He looked up at the four groups fighting, each one more intense than the last, and was particularly taken aback when he saw the battle between Chen Mo and Zhao Huayuan.

"Chen Mo was actually able to hold his own against Zhao Huayuan for many rounds..."

He was well aware of the difference between internal strength and external strength; it was not as wide as an insurmountable chasm, but it was at least extremely difficult to challenge someone of a higher level.

If it were him, even though he is now at the peak of Dark Force and theoretically half a head higher than Chen Mo, if he were to face Zhao Huayuan, he would not be confident that he could last eight moves against him.

As he was lost in thought, with the last hidden door now open, all five hidden doors were opened as if some mechanism had been triggered. The main entrance to the space slid open to the sides with a loud rumble, and several figures flashed in from outside.

One of them was Liao Tian, ​​the first disciple of Qi Feng, the head of the Qi family.

When Liao Tian saw Xie Jinyou, a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

Both were outstanding young talents in Anyang County and were often compared. The general consensus was that Xie Jinyou was more outstanding, so Liao Tian had long regarded him as his lifelong rival.

However, as he was thinking this, he suddenly noticed Chen Mo, who was fighting Zhao Huayuan to a standstill, and his heart trembled.

That once unknown person suddenly shone brightly in the martial arts department, and now that brilliance has overshadowed all the young people...

Liao Tian himself was no match for Xie Jinyou, yet he paled in comparison to Chen Mo. So where did Liao Tian stand?

The confidence he had built up over a long period of time slowly crumbled, turning into a surge of anger, which led him to suddenly launch a surprise attack on Xie Jinyou.

When Xie Jinyou saw the group of people rushing in from the main gate, most of them were martial artists from the Qi family, and the leader, Liao Tianzheng, was rushing towards him, he immediately assumed a fighting stance to meet them...

On the other side.

After exchanging more than ten punches with Zhao Huayuan, Chen Mo's internal energy was already in disarray, and his arms, shoulders, and elbows were sore and numb.

But the more this was the case, the more eager he became to fight.

Although he possesses the unique skill of cultivating oneself through mountains and rivers, which is unparalleled in the world, when faced with a powerful enemy who wants to tear him to pieces, he will turn to hell with the path of cunning!

Dragon-Capturing Force, Tiger-Taming Fist, Luo Yan Step, Iron Light Skill – all the techniques and martial arts were unleashed at once. In an instant, the energy generated by the clash between the two flew like goose feathers in a snowstorm.

In a short while, Chen Mo had seven or eight wounds all over his body, but thanks to the powerful defensive capabilities of the Iron Light Technique, none of the wounds were fatal.

boom! ! !

Zhao Huayuan unleashed another palm strike, colliding with Chen Mo's Dragon-Capturing Force. Suddenly, spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the stone bricks beneath their feet, spreading outwards to both sides.

A residual force from a palm strike landed on Chen Mo's chest, causing him to stagger back five or six steps before finally stopping himself by stomping heavily on a stone brick.

In contrast, Zhao Huayuan only took two steps back.

But his face grew increasingly gloomy. He had originally planned to kill this boy within ten moves, but now, after twenty moves, the outcome was still undecided.

If those experts at the Transformation Realm were to notice, how could Zhao Huayuan possibly save face?

"Although he's troublesome, it seems he's about to collapse. If we use our full strength, we'll definitely be able to kill him..."

Zhao Huayuan thought to himself.

Thinking of this, he suddenly took a few steps forward, his body swooping down like a falcon, his hands outstretched, each gripping a powerful force, instantly enveloping Chen Mo's movement space.

Seeing this, Chen Mo could only retreat using the Luo Yan Step.

And half a zhang behind him was the huge sacrificial stele.

As they got closer and closer to the memorial monument...

Zhao Huayuan's lips curled up, and he suddenly exerted his strength, increasing his speed even further, bringing the two closer and closer.

As Chen Mo retreated, he pondered. He knew the other party's plan: to drive him to the sacrificial stele, where there would be nowhere to retreat.

Just as Chen Mo was only three feet away from the memorial stele, Zhao Huayuan changed his hand posture, suddenly drawing his hands to their full extent like a bow, and after gathering his strength, he struck out with a palm.

"You brat, die!"

In desperation, Chen Mo had no choice but to instantly gather all his strength and unleash the martial art he was most confident in at the moment—the eighth form of the Tiger Subduing Fist, Tiger Roar Force.

In just one breath, the power generated by the Tiger Roar Force burst forth from his clenched fingers.

The two fists collided with a loud crash.

The rapidly spreading energy storm distorted Chen Mo's face, and at the same time, a sweet taste appeared on his lips as he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

At the same time, he suddenly felt the ground beneath his feet tremble violently, and then...

boom!!!

The two of them sank underground along with the memorial tablet...