Martial Arts Sainthood Begins with the Tiger-Taming Fist

The improvement in the Dragon Subduing Stance Technique invigorated Chen Mo, and all his fatigue disappeared.

Now that there are no external distractions, they can focus on honing and refining their skills and martial arts techniques.

People came and went around him, busy making a living, but Chen Mo remained motionless the whole time, as steady as a fisherman.

One by one, the iron rods, heated to a rosy red, were extracted, forged, tempered, and polished, becoming usable weapons. This was also the process by which Chen Mo's Tiger-Taming Fist and Dragon-Subduing Stance Kung Fu were continuously improved.

He discovered that as long as he focused his mind, he could control whether polishing rough iron would enhance the Tiger Subduing Fist or the Dragon Subduing Stance.

Lost in thought, I realized the sun had already set.

As the laborers around him gradually left, Zhang Cai glanced at Chen Mo a few times, wanting to go over and say hello, but after thinking about it, he gave up.

……

For several days in a row, Chen Mo went to the martial arts school to practice stances and boxing in the morning, and went to the iron furnace room to polish and temper his weapons in the afternoon, living a routine of three points.

In order to provide Chen Mo with more nutritional supplements, Chen Lan carefully "allocated" the remaining copper coins, using most of them to buy meat, which was only enough for two or three days, while she barely filled her stomach.

fifth day.

With a clear sound in his mind, he finally reached the entry level of the Tiger Subduing Fist.

Several details in the boxing technique that I had never noticed before are now exceptionally clear in my mind, as if they are branded into my brain and will never be forgotten.

If these details were incorporated into the power of his fist, Chen Mo estimated that the power of his fist technique could be increased by nearly 20%. In actual combat, even the slightest difference could determine victory or defeat, let alone a difference of nearly 20%.

This is the benefit of cultivating one's understanding through nature!

He pondered to himself that he had already achieved such results at the very beginning, and that he might achieve minor success, major success, perfection, or even extraordinary evolution in the future. He was filled with anticipation.

At this moment, Chen Mo was standing on the plum blossom stakes and his Stone Breaking Strike was very stable. His Wave Interception Style had also improved a lot, and he had even begun to practice the third style, Sandstorm Style.

As for the Dragon Subduing Stance Technique, he has already gained 18 points of comprehension, but it will still be some time before he can truly master it.

The senior members of the academy would talk about current events in Heihe Town and even Anyang County every day. For example, recently the Hansha Gang and the Black Tiger Hall were at odds. The Hansha Gang had the support of the Zhao family behind it, so it was not afraid of the Black Tiger Hall.

For example, the Zhao and Wu families will come to Tianqing Martial Arts School in a few days to hire martial artists on temporary assignments; any disciple who has reached the Ming Jin level can participate.

Chen Mo listened to these important news items concerning himself and secretly made notes.

Ji Chang noticed Chen Mo practicing alone and said, "Junior Brother, once you break through to the Ming Jin level, you can take up a temporary post outside and get to know the martial arts world."

Chen Mo smiled and said, "Senior brother thinks too highly of me. I still have a long way to go."

Not far away, the owner's daughter, Yin Shanshan, glanced over, seemingly thinking that Ji Chang's words were somewhat superfluous. "Back then, even the fastest senior brother who reached the Ming Jin level took two months to break through to the Ming Jin level."

Ji Chang joked, "Junior sister, you're good in every way, except you keep talking about senior brother."

Laughter rippled around her as Yin Shanshan lowered her head, revealing dimples on her cheeks that seemed capable of holding two cups of fine wine.

Chen Mo continued practicing his boxing, while pondering the phrase "the Fierce Sand Gang and the Black Tiger Hall have been at odds lately," his thoughts drifting away.

As far as he knew, Huang E from the Black Tiger Hall would go to the brothel to drink on the fifth day of every month, get half drunk, and then walk back along a deserted path in the north of the town.

Today is the fifth day of the lunar new year.

Huang E has been coveting Chen Lan for a long time, but Chen Lan is usually extremely cautious and dares not offend him in the slightest. Even now that Chen Mo has entered the martial arts school, this crisis has not been resolved.

Furthermore, Chen Mo had never forgotten the repeated humiliations Huang E had inflicted on him.

Moreover, he now needs a lot of nutritional supplements, which require money. Where will the money come from? As a lowly henchman collecting tribute grain, Huang E must have quite a bit of extra income on him…

Chen Mo's Tiger-Taming Fist has already achieved some success, while Huang E has not yet broken through to the Ming Jin level and is also drunk and confused. With this disparity, the probability of Chen Mo's ambush succeeding is about 70% to 80%.

Thinking of this.

Chen Mo suddenly exerted force with his right fist, and a gust of wind surged out, producing a crisp sound.

"Whoosh!"

The crowd, who were still discussing the matter, suddenly stopped and began to search the room, finally landing on Chen Mo in surprise.

……

As dusk settled, it dripped into the town, spreading and blurring.

Around midnight, Chen Mo was already lying in ambush on the small road north of the town. He stood behind a broken wall, his body slightly bent, just enough to hide in the shadow of the broken wall.

In the darkness and mist, the path was obscured, and no trace could be seen.

Several days earlier, he had already studied the environment, figuring out where narrow passages were suitable for ambushes, where open spaces were suitable for fighting, and where he could escape if he was outmatched.

All for tonight.

After waiting for about half an hour, a figure emerged from the horizon, swaying slightly, and slowly approached. Chen Mo recognized the figure and confirmed it was indeed Huang E.

He crouched like a cat, grabbed a handy stone from the wall with his left hand to propel himself forward, clenched his right fist, and began to breathe rapidly.

Huang E shook his head, still intoxicated by the aroma of the wine, when he suddenly shivered. He looked around, but years of unbridled behavior made him not suspicious at this moment.

Just as the yellow crocodile revealed its back, a figure behind the wall suddenly parted the thin mist and threw a punch, making a whooshing sound.

In that instant, Huang E sobered up considerably. He twisted his feet on the ground, and as soon as his upper body was halfway turned, he threw a punch, trying to catch Chen Mo's punch.

But halfway through Huang E's punch, the stone fragments, having struck first, were magnified in his eyes.

Chen Mo's punch wasn't aimed at the opponent's face, but rather at their neck vein!

In an instant, the force of the fist slammed into the crocodile's neck vein, denting it by more than half a fist's width. Chen Mo clearly felt the fist touch the neck bone, accompanied by a slight cracking sound.

"Click."

The force of the punch, which shattered the stone, blurred most of Huang E's vision, and he felt a sharp pain in his neck. However, he had been through many years of fighting and had learned some martial arts, so he immediately fell to the ground to dissipate some of the force of the punch.

He followed the blurry line of sight and saw a face as fierce as a hungry tiger, devoid of any other expression.

Just a few days ago, he had looked down on this face with contempt and trampled on it like an ant.

"It's you!"

Chen Mo steadied himself, without pausing or giving his opponent any chance to catch his breath. He immediately adopted the Intercepting Wave stance, took a step forward, and thrust out his left hand in a fist, followed closely by his right.

Huang E suppressed his fear and tried to straighten up and grab Chen Mo's left fist with one hand, but he couldn't use his other hand because he had to support himself on the ground.

The moment their fists and palms touched, Huang E felt his muscles and bones go numb, the wound on his neck reopened, and his face contorted.

He was now fully awake and knew completely that Chen Mo was going to take his life tonight.

That's not all; the essence of the Intercepting Wave style lies in the second punch!

Chen Mo thrust out his right fist, aiming for the opponent's crown chakra.

A wave of fear of death instantly washed over Huang E, his mouth agape and his pupils dilated to their maximum.

The fist landed, and the Heavenly Spirit Bone shattered instantly.

"Snap!"

As the sound of bones breaking echoed along the path, the life in Huang E's eyes slowly faded, and Chen Mo noticed that Huang E's groin was wet at some point.

"call--"

Chen Mo withdrew his hand and took out a short knife commonly used by the Hansha Gang from behind his back. He had picked it up two days ago after the Hansha Gang members carelessly discarded it, taking advantage of the fact that no one was around.

Without hesitation, he forcefully slashed the crocodile's throat with his knife, blood splattering everywhere. He quickly stepped back a few paces to avoid getting the blood on himself.

He then slashed the opponent's neck and skull several times to cover up the marks of his fist techniques before stopping and discarding the short knife on the ground.

Then, he took out some silver from the crocodile's pocket, counted it, and found it to be as much as seven taels.

Chen Mo was secretly delighted. He stuffed the silver into his pocket, turned around without lingering, and strode quickly toward home.

The path returned to silence, with the occasional bark of a dog from a distant house.

In the thin mist, the moonlight was pale, while the blood-red color was intense and extremely glaring.