Martial Arts Sainthood Begins with the Tiger-Taming Fist

This sudden scene brought the other battles on the scene to a standstill. Everyone looked at the sacrificial stele that had fallen to the ground, as well as Chen Mo and Zhao Huayuan.

"My memorial tablet!"

Lin Chong's eyebrows shot up, and he shouted, trying to shake off Xie Zhen's entanglement. However, Xie Zhen did not give him a chance, and the two continued to fight.

Xie Jinyou and Liao Tianyi both looked at the spot where the sacrificial stele had collapsed, and saw a large hole several tens of feet wide in the ground, filled with a dark aura.

Xie Jinyou's eyes showed worry, while Liao Tian secretly rejoiced.

At this moment, a figure suddenly swept in from the main gate. It was Shen Qi. He had already eliminated the rest of the Black Tiger Hall's fortresses, leaving only this battlefield.

He glanced around and saw that Xie Zhen was at a disadvantage, so he moved quickly, rushed between the two, and drew the long sword from his back.

The sword light was cold and sharp, reflecting a blinding glint.

"Leave this to me."

He uttered only a few words before his figure shot up, slashing at Lin Chong with his sword.

Lin Chong, as the county magistrate of Anyang County, had naturally heard of Shen Qi's great name and had even had the good fortune to see him in person once.

Upon seeing Shen Qi make a move, his expression changed slightly, and he hurriedly did his best to deal with it.

While the battle raged on, Xie Zhen, who had freed his hands, rushed toward the cave entrance where the sacrificial stele had collapsed. When he arrived at the edge of the cave entrance, he looked down and saw that the cave was deep and dark, with no light coming out at all.

"Chen Mo!"

He called out in a deep voice, waited a few moments, and only heard his own echo.

After hesitating for a moment, he ultimately did not dare to jump into the cave and could only turn back to join the battle, assisting the Iron Palm Gang leader in fighting against Liu Zongsheng.

When Liu Zongsheng saw Xie Zhen join the fight, his face turned ashen, and after a few rounds, he gradually fell into a disadvantageous position.

On the battlefield between Shen Qi and Lin Chong, Shen Qi displayed a clear advantage in strength, with each sword strike accompanied by a resounding clang of energy.

After several rounds of fighting, Lin Chong's internal energy gradually became disordered, and his martial arts moves could no longer be linked together.

……

At this moment, deep inside the cave where the sacrificial stele has collapsed.

Despite the pain from the fall, Chen Mo slowly got up. The cave was almost dark, and he could only vaguely see blurry shadows ahead.

Meanwhile, Zhao Huayuan also suffered some minor injuries during the fall.

Soon, the two met again.

There was no pre-battle trash talk between the two; they were like familiar rivals who had known each other for many years, and they unleashed their deadly moves as soon as they met.

For a master of internal energy transformation, although the lack of light slightly affects their attacks, they can still use their keen perception of internal energy to know the opponent's location and the path of their internal energy.

Although Chen Mo's perception of internal energy was not as sharp as his opponent's, he was still able to reach about 50% of Zhao Huayuan's level thanks to the enlightenment he gained from cultivating his skills in the mountains and rivers.

He shifted his position frequently, his fists clenched tightly in his hands.

He knew that his disadvantages were even more pronounced in this environment.

He carefully considered his own cards.

First, there is the final move of the Tiger-Taming Fist, the Mountain-Shaking Strike. This move was deliberately saved in previous battles so that it could be used to surprise the opponent at crucial moments.

Secondly, there is the Fire Separation Technique, which condenses flames in the palm of the hand. Although it does not yet possess much offensive power, it can affect Zhao Huayuan's mind.

"Right now, one trump card isn't enough to kill Zhao Huayuan. Perhaps we should combine our two trump cards..."

A plan immediately formed in his mind.

As he was lost in thought, he sensed Zhao Huayuan's attack coming suddenly, a burst of energy heading straight for his face.

The opponent's energy was incredibly oppressive, almost like a tangible force.

He concluded that the other side also did not want to delay and wanted to finish the battle quickly.

That being the case...

Chen Mo unleashed the full power of the Kailuo Smoke Step and Flowing Cloud Strike, pushing his speed to the limit. He stomped his left foot hard, his body suddenly shifting to the right, revealing his left shoulder.

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Huayuan's palm landed on his left shoulder.

boom!

The force of the palm almost pierced through the shoulder blade.

Fortunately, Iron Light Skill saved his life at the critical moment, but it was almost at its limit. If the opponent's punch had been a fraction stronger or the position a fraction off, Chen Mo's left shoulder would have been ruined by now.

Just then, he suddenly raised his right hand, which he had been preparing, and gathered half of his energy into his right palm.

sieve--

A crimson flame suddenly burst forth.

Fiery and eerie.

Zhao Huayuan's face was facing Chen Mo's right palm at this moment. When he suddenly saw this scene, even with his composure as a master of internal energy, he was greatly shocked.

This was the moment Chen Mo had been waiting for.

Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately clenched his right hand into a fist.

The movement path of the eighth form of the Tiger Subduing Fist, the Mountain Shaking Form, had already been practiced a hundred times yesterday.

Without any hesitation, he unleashed his attack, delivering a punch to Zhao Huayuan's most vulnerable throat.

This punch was incredibly fast.

Because Zhao Huayuan had been distracted earlier, it was too late for him to regain his composure.

boom!

The force of the punch, like a torrent, struck his throat.

Chen Mo felt his five fingers sink three inches into the throat, but could not go any further, because the body of a master of internal energy transformation had already been refined to be as tough as copper and iron.

Even so, the punch still caused irreversible damage to the opponent.

Zhao Huayuan let out a muffled groan from his abdomen, then pushed away Chen Mo's right fist with one hand while lightly covering his throat.

Taking advantage of the moment, Chen Mo quickly stuffed a handful of emerald green pills into his mouth. The pure medicinal power instantly transformed into energy, flowing to all the meridians and acupoints.

The next moment, Chen Mo's expression hardened, and he threw out both fists simultaneously, each punch carrying immense force, aiming to strike Zhao Huayuan's confidant.

Zhao Huayuan's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly raised his palm to receive the blow.

However, his throat injury had a significant impact on him, and his palm strike speed was noticeably slower than Chen Mo's.

Within a few breaths, more than a dozen punches had landed on his chest and internal organs, and muffled groans came from his abdomen, growing weaker and weaker.

After dozens of punches, Chen Mo showed no sign of stopping and continued to throw punches endlessly.

boom! boom! boom!

boom! boom! boom!

boom! boom! boom!

Before long, blood began to seep from the corner of Zhao Huayuan's mouth, and the amount increased. His body gradually became unable to support him, and he slowly collapsed in the corner.

By this point, Chen Mo's punches had already exhausted their power, but a strong will in his heart still sustained him, so that in the end, his punches fell like a sudden rain, dense and fine.

Zhao Huayuan's eyes showed fear, but after a certain moment, that fear remained unchanged.

Under the barrage of punches, blood splattered everywhere, and his eyes gradually closed.

When Chen Mo's final punch landed, the last bit of strength in his body was exhausted, and Zhao Huayuan's last bit of life also dissipated.

"call--"

Chen Mo stopped punching, sat down next to Zhao Huayuan's corpse, panting heavily, and stuffed two more pills into his mouth.

The blood flowing from Zhao Huayuan's mouth, chest, and abdomen stained Chen Mo's clothes, but he remained unmoved, only showing a mixture of exhaustion and relief on his face.

A short while later.

Once his strength had recovered slightly, Chen Mo ignited a flame in his right palm again, illuminating the corpse, and then stepped on its face, which was no longer human.