Martial Arts Sainthood Begins with the Tiger-Taming Fist

"The Blue Wolf Gang?"

Upon hearing this name, Yang Caiwei's expression darkened even further.

She knew that the Green Wolf Gang was a notorious bandit gang in the Jinyu County area, who were involved in murder for money. As long as the money was enough and the target was weaker than them, they would do it.

Moreover, they had no fixed abode; they would move to a new location after each heist, traversing the dense forests, making it difficult for their enemies to find them.

Lu Quan, leader of the Green Wolf Gang, is at the early stage of Dark Force.

Thinking of this, Yang Caiwei clasped her hands in a respectful manner and said, "Chief Lu, please be lenient and we can pay you."

"Pay me?"

Lu Quan laughed so hard his full beard trembled. "How are we supposed to explain this to our employers? In our line of work, the most important thing is to be damn trustworthy!"

Yang Caiwei was startled by the other party's roar.

Everyone's hands, gripping their weapons, were trembling.

Most of these people had never experienced a life-or-death battle, and had never seen such a scene before. They all shrank back to the center.

Yang Caiwei bent down and pleaded, "Please, Chief Lu, be magnanimous and let us go. We all have families behind us, and we will surely repay them in the future."

This statement has two meanings.

Firstly, it was a plea for leniency from his subordinates.

Secondly, it shows that if we die, our families will seek revenge.

Lu Quan, a burly man, was naturally not intimidated by Yang Caiwei's words. He immediately roared, "Enough nonsense, brothers, let's do it—!"

A man standing nearby was so shocked by these words that his eardrums ached, and he nearly dropped his long sword. He muttered something under his breath in fear.

The members of the Green Wolf Gang charged forward like leopards, brandishing spiked clubs, iron axes, and broadswords.

Yang Caiwei's group of martial artists hurriedly unleashed various martial arts techniques, barely managing to defend themselves.

However, the opposing gang members were all people who had lived on the edge of a knife, and their weapons reeked of blood. Their combat experience was also far superior.

Before long, a martial artist participating in the sword-testing competition had half his head chopped off by an iron axe, and screams of terror filled the air. Then another martial artist had his thigh pierced by a spiked club, and he wailed incessantly.

Yang Caiwei glanced back at the tragic scene and noticed that only Chen Mo was standing still. She assumed he was too frightened to move.

Then, she turned and stared at Lu Quan, who had not yet made a move.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, eventually pooling together and rolling down her cheeks.

She held the sword horizontally in front of her chest, took basic steps, and formed a basic sword gesture in her hand.

Lu Quan's lips curled into a mocking smile, then he clenched his fist slightly, and the sound of bones cracking rang out.

The next moment, he suddenly stomped his foot, like a bear shaking the ground, and used the force of his foot to propel himself out, throwing a punch in front of Yang Caiwei.

The latter immediately raised his sword, drawing a crescent-shaped arc in front of him, his eyes fixed on the opponent's fist path.

The saying goes, "An inch longer, an inch stronger."

Using a sword against a fist gives one an advantage.

However, the two are vastly different in strength.

In a flash, Lu Quan's fist suddenly turned halfway through its flight, deviating slightly by three inches, and bypassed the longsword's obstruction.

Seeing that things were not going well, Yang Caiwei's expression changed drastically, and she quickly turned her body around.

boom!

The punch landed on Yang Caiwei's left shoulder, the fierce force instantly penetrating her shoulder bone, sending her flying and landing next to Chen Mo.

Lu Quan landed a punch, then stepped forward and charged towards them.

Chen Mo remained standing firm, his eyes half-closed, like an old monk in deep meditation, completely out of place with the battle around him.

In Lu Quan's eyes, Chen Mo was just an eyesore on the roadside, blocking his way to kill Yang Caiwei. He could easily shatter him with a single punch.

Yang Caiwei clutched her shoulder, looking at Lu Quan who was relentlessly pursuing her, a look of despair in her eyes.

Twenty feet.

Ten feet.

Five feet.

When Lu Quan was only three feet away from the two, Yang Caiwei subconsciously hid half of her body behind Chen Mo.

At that moment, Chen Mo raised his hand.

What appeared to be a slow movement was, in Lu Quan's view, completed in the blink of an eye.

A broad, thick handprint was placed on Lu Quan's chest.

A surge of powerful energy suddenly flowed into his internal organs.

In that instant, Lu Quan's expression changed drastically.

Puff puff!

A cloud of blood mist rose in the air between the two.

Hiding in the shadows behind Chen Mo, Yang Caiwei looked up and was shocked to see that it wasn't Chen Mo spitting blood, but... Lu Quan?!

Lu Quan, who was at the early stage of internal strength, was made to vomit blood by Chen Mo's palm strike.

The surroundings fell silent.

Everyone turned to this side, whether they were members of the Green Wolf Gang or martial artists participating in the Sword Trial.

Lu Quan is the leader of the wolves. If the leader of the wolves is defeated, the wolf pack will scatter.

"Pfft!"

Lu Quan, who had fallen to the ground, coughed up another mouthful of blood. His face was filled with terror, and his heart was trembling.

How could this inconspicuous young man, blending into the crowd, possess such terrifying strength?

At that moment, he had only one thought in his mind: to live.

At the same time, he cursed inwardly, saying that what the employer said about these people being at most at the peak of Ming Jin was utter nonsense!

"Retreat...retreat..."

Upon hearing this short, weak command, the members of the Green Wolf Gang immediately abandoned the fight, stepped forward to help Lu Quan up, and looked at Chen Mo with lingering fear as they helped Lu Quan back.

The martial artists at the Sword Trial looked at Chen Mo, waiting for his next move.

Yang Caiwei snapped out of her astonishment and then emerged from Chen Mo's broad, sturdy back.

She realized that she hadn't noticed before how strong Chen Mo's shoulders and arms were.

After thinking for a while, I didn't know how to start speaking.

Chen Mo withdrew his hand, glanced at the Green Wolf Gang, but did not pursue them.

In his eyes, Lu Quan was no different from a cripple, and the Green Wolf Gang was a small gang that couldn't cause any trouble, so there was no need to waste his energy chasing him.

Seeing that Chen Mo had no intention of pursuing them, everyone secretly breathed a sigh of relief, fearing that another battle was about to begin.

"Treat the injured first!"

Yang Caiwei called out as the Green Wolf Gang members walked away.

The group hurriedly put away their weapons, took out healing medicine, and borrowed it from each other.

There was one dead person and several injured people at the scene. The dead person was buried in a simple way, and the wounds of the injured were bandaged in a simple way.

At this moment, Yang Caiwei walked up to Chen Mo and showed an apologetic look. "Brother Chen... I didn't realize you had internal strength cultivation before. I was blind."

She secretly changed her address to "Brother Chen" because in the martial arts world, strength is paramount, and the same name can have different forms of address.

Chen Mo paused slightly, "Just call me by my name. The surrounding mountains are deep and the forests are dense, so let's head to Bagong Town as soon as possible."

"it is good."

Yang Caiwei nodded and immediately stepped forward to lead the way. As they walked, the group couldn't help but move closer to Chen Mo.

They had only ever seen Chen Mo's skills in their own chief elder or the inner disciples of Nine Swords Mountain.

Therefore, I feel safer walking next to him.

Suddenly remembering something, Yang Caiwei, who was leading the group, asked, "Chen Mo, you should be going to participate in the inner sect disciples' sword trial, right?"

Chen Mo thought for a moment and replied, "It should be, but I'm not very familiar with the Sword Trial. Could you please tell me, Miss Yang, who participates and what the specific procedures are?"

This time, Yang Caiwei pondered for a long time and carefully sorted it out.