Martial Arts Sainthood Begins with the Tiger-Taming Fist

The following day, the spring morning was slightly cool.

Chen Mo handed seven taels of silver to Chen Lan and instructed her not to use it in crowded places. Chen Lan was intelligent from a young age and had a vague idea of ​​what was going on. At noon, she heard the news of Huang E being killed in the market, which confirmed her suspicions.

But she kept quiet about it in front of Chen Mo. Instead, she would "casually" buy some meat when she passed by different butcher shops each day, and stew it with radishes for a long time after returning home, so that Chen Mo could eat it when he came home in the evening.

With the help of dietary supplements, Chen Mo naturally felt more energetic, and the effects of his stance training and boxing practice were also better than before.

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Tianqing Martial Arts School.

This day is the daily in-house competition held every three days, aimed at testing each disciple's progress and learning from each other's strengths, so as to complement each other's weaknesses.

Chen Mo stopped practicing his stance and looked towards the competition arena.

Disciples at the Ming Jin level or above are required to participate, while those below the Ming Jin level may participate voluntarily.

The first to step into the arena was Yin Shanshan. As soon as this pretty daughter of the sect leader appeared, she caused a stir among the Ming Jin male disciples, who all expressed their willingness to "compete" with Yin Shanshan.

Finally, Yin Shanshan pointed to another female disciple of the Ming Jin realm on the sidelines, who understood immediately and gracefully leaped into the arena.

Yin Shanshan used palm techniques, while her opponent used fist techniques. After five rounds of fighting, the opponent was defeated decisively, whether due to genuine incompetence or other reasons was unknown.

Taking advantage of her departure, the female disciple glanced intentionally or unintentionally at Yin Tianqing, who sat regally in the central hall, looking down upon the entire audience.

Yin Shanshan looked at her senior brother Zhang Chong, whose expression remained unchanged.

Next up is Ji Chang, whose opponent is a cold and aloof young man, one of only two young men in Heihe Town to reach the Ming Jin level last year, named Luo Heng.

Ji Chang's lips twitched slightly, clearly unwilling to fight Luo Heng, because the other party was a well-known martial arts fanatic who was ruthless at a young age. If he lost, he would train day and night until he could trample you underfoot one day.

After the fight began, Chen Mo noticed that Luo Heng's Mountain-Shaking Fist technique was incredibly powerful, with punches that only advanced and never retreated. The two exchanged several rounds of dodging and weaving, their fists creating a continuous, turbulent wind.

In the thirteenth round, Luo Heng seized the opportunity when his opponent turned around and threw a punch that hit Ji Chang in the face. The latter fell out of the ring, his face covered in blood, and the whole place was filled with hissing sounds.

Chen Mo stepped forward and helped him up, but he shook his head slightly to indicate that he was alright.

Because Ji Chang once defeated Luo Heng, Luo Heng felt he had lost face and became like a leech, always wanting to fight Ji Chang to the death.

Chen Mo secretly noted down this person's temperament.

In the following matches, the most anticipated was the duel between the eldest disciple Zhang Chong and the second disciple Yue Lun. Zhang Chong was steady and composed, while Yue Lun was easygoing and uncompetitive.

To Chen Mo's surprise, Zhang Chong defeated Yue Lun in just five rounds.

This senior brother, who was at the mid-stage of internal strength, would always elicit expectant looks from his junior sisters with every flick of his sleeve, their fingers interlocking like gamblers who had placed a large bet.

After the disciples who had reached the Ming Jin level finished their competition, some disciples who had not reached the Ming Jin level volunteered to go up and spar.

One of them was named Luo Wei, whose face was as fierce as Luo Heng's. He had been a disciple for three months and was Luo Heng's cousin. He was also often given guidance by Luo Heng.

In four consecutive matches, Luo Wei won cleanly and decisively. The other new disciples looked at each other, not daring to go up again. Yin Tianqing, who was sitting upright, shook his head slightly when he saw this.

Ji Chang suddenly turned to Chen Mo, "Junior Brother, why don't you go up and give it a try?"

Chen Mo smiled and shook his head, "No, I haven't been in the academy long enough to compete with my senior brothers yet."

Ji Chang patted him on the shoulder, "Just practicing punches and stances isn't enough. Martial arts are about real combat. Only through real combat can you truly hone your strength. Although Luo Heng is annoying, his tenacious spirit of fighting to the death is indeed admirable."

Chen Mo agreed with those words and nodded. "Yes, I've remembered what you said, senior brother. If a good opportunity arises, I will take it."

Just then, Yin Tianqing suddenly spoke up: "Chen Mo, why don't you go up and give it a try?"

Chen Mo and Ji Chang were both taken aback.

Yin Tianqing rarely personally instructs new disciples, so the competitions within the academy are an important occasion for him to get to know these new disciples.

Knowing he couldn't refuse, Chen Mo nodded in agreement and stepped onto the stage.

Luo Wei and Luo Heng exchanged a glance, a glint seemingly appearing in their eyes. Although Chen Mo and Luo Heng had no animosity towards each other, Luo Heng had already bound Chen Mo and Ji Chang together in his heart. Because of this temperament, he had almost no friends in the organization.

The Hanshan Fist, which Luo Wei practiced, is characterized by its powerful punches, excelling in offense but lacking in defense. However, other fist styles at the same level find it difficult to persist until they can find the defensive weaknesses of the Hanshan Fist.

Chen Mo assumed the stance of the Tiger Subduing Fist and slowly exhaled.

Luo Wei did not adopt a boxing stance. He stomped his left foot hard and suddenly lifted his right foot, his body rushing out like a leopard. At the same time, he clenched his right fist. In a short breath, his entire body had reached the punching state of the Mountain-Shaking Fist.

He was certain that his junior brother, Chen Mo, who was practically invisible, wouldn't be able to withstand this punch; one punch would decide the outcome.

Seeing this, Luo Heng nodded in satisfaction. Barring any unforeseen circumstances, the outcome was already decided.

Ji Chang frowned slightly, silently worrying for Chen Mo.

Seeing the Mountain-Shaking Fist magnified in his eyes, Chen Mo remained calm and quickly unfolded the Tiger-Taming Fist stance. When his fist reached a foot and three inches from his shoulder blade, he slightly adjusted the angle of his punch based on the insights gained from cultivating his skills in the mountains and rivers, delivering a punch without any fancy moves.

Both men's punches produced a whooshing sound. The crowd had seen Luo Wei's Mountain-Shaking Fist before, but he hadn't reached the Ming Jin level, so his sound was weak. But the other sound was so clear and loud...

In the blink of an eye, the two fists collided, producing a buzzing sound as their forces clashed.

Even the Ming Jin disciples who weren't originally paying attention to the competition were drawn by the buzzing sound and looked up.

Chen Mo and Luo Wei had already separated by four or five steps, but... Chen Mo remained standing as still as a pine tree, while Luo Wei stood with his feet parallel, which was a major taboo in combat.

Clearly, Luo Wei was at a significant disadvantage in the previous exchange of blows, and was knocked back several steps by the force of the punch.

The defensive weaknesses of the Mountain-Shaking Fist were now fully exposed.

Chen Mo took a step forward, and the Intercepting Waves stance quickly took shape. His fists were positioned one in front of the other, with the former serving as a support and the latter as the main attack, and the wind from both fists surged outwards.

Lowe was already lax in defense, and the current situation was even more unexpected. His mind was in disarray, and he didn't even have time to adopt the most basic defensive stance before being knocked out of the court by a slam.

Seeing this, the new disciples who had been defeated by Luo Wei secretly breathed a sigh of relief, Ji Chang's face lit up with joy, while Luo Heng's face darkened, and none of them went to help the fallen Luo Wei.

As for the other Ming Jin disciples, they were still not very interested; it was just a children's contest, something to watch for the excitement.

Yin Tianqing, who was sitting upright, nodded slightly. In his opinion, Chen Mo was the most special among the disciples. Although his aptitude was not good, his comprehension was good. However, the most crucial thing in the path of martial arts is still aptitude. Chen Mo's lower limit may be acceptable, but his upper limit should not be expected too much.

After Chen Mo won, he stepped off the field and continued practicing his boxing stances.

With a slight thought, a dazzling light appeared in my mind:

[Refined through countless trials, nurtured by mountains and rivers]

【Dragon Subduing Stance Exercise: Basic stance exercise, training leg flexibility at the bottom and fist strength at the top】

[Comprehension: 48/50 (Not yet a beginner)]

Today is the seventh day since the ambush and killing of the Yellow Crocodile. Chen Mo has almost mastered the Dragon Subduing Stance Technique. He has a premonition that if he reaches the entry level, he might be able to step into the Ming Jin realm.