Chapter 20

Chapter 21: Speaking with Fists

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Helian Huowu pursed her lips, her heart aching for Chen Mo's injured arm. She paced anxiously, knowing that her second brother's strength had increased significantly, but he was still only a mid-stage Spirit Apprentice, while Xu Hao was a high-stage Spirit Apprentice. They could only compete on the level of mystic techniques. However, she had just witnessed the power of the Iron Sand Palm, which, though not yet at the minor accomplishment stage, was still formidable.

Xu Hao grew increasingly disheartened as he fought. He had initially thought that a mere fledgling could not have spent much time mastering techniques. Surely, he could take him down in a few moves. But to his surprise, the boy's techniques grew more and more proficient with each move.

Especially this move, "Ten Thousand Year Green," which used the power of the earth to counter his attacks, consuming a large amount of his mystic energy. It was like an unbreakable, ever-renewing turtle shell.

The Iron Sand Palm was a powerful and aggressive mystic technique. The only way to break "Ten Thousand Year Green" was to forcefully push Chen Mo away. However, Chen Mo's fists were as hard as iron, making it difficult to break through.

On the contrary, Chen Mo found himself becoming more and more adept as the fight continued. He had rarely sparred with others before, let alone in such a thrilling and intense life-or-death battle. This experience helped him identify and correct the flaws in his solo practice, making his attacks and defenses smoother and more fluid.

The subtleties of some techniques came to mind.

Gradually, Chen Mo stopped being purely defensive and began to counterattack. This put even more pressure on Xu Hao, who, in his fear, began to consider retreating.

He was confident that with his slightly superior cultivation and the Iron Sand Palm, which he had grasped to a certain degree, he could retreat gracefully even if the situation turned unfavorable.

With this thought in mind, his movements became less aggressive.

Meanwhile, Chen Mo's blood was boiling, and his voice was full of vigor.

Suddenly, Xu Hao sidestepped and lunged forward, his Iron Sand Palm cutting through the air like a venomous snake, striking Chen Mo's head with lightning speed. "Boy, your time has come!" he roared, his attack fierce and brutal.

But at that moment, Chen Mo's intuition kicked in. He immediately sank his qi into his dantian, and his body's strength erupted, focusing on a single point. His right hand, neither a palm nor a fist, rose from below, supporting Xu Hao's arm.

This move, "Vajra Supporting the Pagoda," was executed perfectly, like a stroke of genius.

Xu Hao had no choice but to change his trajectory mid-attack.

A loud, crisp sound echoed as the Iron Sand Palm and Chen Mo's supporting hand collided, two powerful forces clashing head-on.

Chen Mo felt as if he had struck a block of iron, his right hand going numb, the residual force traveling up his arm and into his internal organs, causing a mouthful of blood to rise to his throat, turning his face pale.

Xu Hao fared no better. A faint crack indicated that his arm bone had fractured. The overwhelming power of the Vajra Fist disrupted his steps, forcing him to stagger backward, almost falling.

Guessing that Xu Hao might try to escape, Chen Mo was not about to let him go. Ignoring the blood in his mouth, he took a deep breath and lunged forward, his arm stretching out to deliver a powerful punch.

"Think you can run? Not so easy!" Another move, "Vajra Clearing the Path," the punch whistling through the air with a sense of finality and determination.

Even if it meant a fight to the death, Chen Mo was determined to keep him there.

Xu Hao, shocked and angry, instinctively used his full strength to block the attack. He managed to barely defend against Chen Mo's desperate strike.

But the powerful impact shook his internal organs, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood. He staggered backward, leaving deep footprints in the ground.

But the fight was far from over. Chen Mo smoothly stepped forward, his body lowering and then rising diagonally. With a stomp, the ground sank, and with a shake, the mountains seemed to crumble, his momentum growing.

As the ground trembled, Chen Mo roared, "Die!" His Vajra shoulder slammed into Xu Hao's chest with a dull thud, sending him flying. Xu Hao crashed into the courtyard wall, causing it to collapse, and stones scattered everywhere.

Xu Hao's spine was shattered, and two of his ribs were broken. The excruciating pain made him groan, his breathing shallow and labored.

"My courtyard does not welcome dogs," Chen Mo said, stepping forward and throwing Xu Hao out of the courtyard like a dead dog.

Xu Hao felt that his life of scheming and deceit had come to an end, like a cold firework or a shattered dream. His vision went black, and the bully who feared the strong and bullied the weak met his end.

Outside the courtyard, a young man had initially thought that Chen Mo might not be a match for Xu Hao and was ready to lend a hand. But the result left him speechless. The young man's determination and explosive power made him reconsider whether to step in and help clean up the mess. Suddenly, a sinister, hoarse voice came from the other side of the collapsed wall.

A man in a green robe, with a beard that seemed to bristle with arrogance, stood there, his narrow eyes sharp and his cold gaze filled with malice.

Ouyang Qing, a high-stage Spirit Apprentice and a trusted henchman of Chen Deshui, was more powerful than Xu Hao in both cultivation and mystic techniques.

In the family, he was a prominent and experienced outsider, responsible for distributing resources. On the surface, he appeared diligent and fair, but in reality, he was a deceitful and petty man who often conspired with Xu Hao.

"Ouyang Qing stepped over the collapsed wall, his eyes fixed on Chen Mo. "You are Chen Mo?"

Chen Mo, with one hand behind his back, replied clearly, "Yes, I am Chen Mo."

Ouyang Qing, lifting his robe, stepped into the courtyard. "Chen Mo, you're still alive? Where is Young Master Chen Ye?"

He scanned the courtyard, the signs of battle evident, bodies strewn about, and blood splattered everywhere. He narrowed his eyes, looking at Chen Mo. "Did you kill these people?"

"Chen Ye? How would I know where your young master is?"

Chen Mo was not naive. The Small Heavenly Grotto was a secret place, and if the family found out, it would only bring unnecessary trouble. He believed that Chen Ye's death was a just punishment for his evil deeds.

"Enough talk. You've already killed Young Master Chen Ye," Ouyang Qing said in a sinister tone. "You must have a death wish. Now you've killed Xu Hao and so many other outsiders. Are you trying to rebel?"

He roared, trying to intimidate Chen Mo. He saw Xu Hao lying lifeless outside the courtyard, completely dead.

Hu Lingping, trembling with anger, said, "Ouyang Qing, don't use your position to falsely accuse others. Besides, you, an outsider, have no right to act so arrogantly."

"You still deny it? Then I won't be so polite," Ouyang Qing said, his eyes bulging as he began to gather his mystic energy.

"Ouyang Qing, enough talk. Let's settle this with our fists," Chen Mo said, leaping onto a wooden post, his disheveled hair and torn clothes fluttering in the wind, his presence commanding.

Hilian Huowu, who had no fondness for Ouyang Qing, knew that he was unfair and had often undermined their family's interests. However, his strength was far beyond what Chen Mo and she could handle, unless...

Hilian Huowu, like a magpie perched on a branch, landed gracefully on the wooden post, her beauty and grace adding to the scene. She and Chen Mo stood side by side, a perfect pair.

Clearly, the siblings were ready to face their enemy together, knowing that a fierce battle awaited them.

These wooden posts were set up by their uncle to encourage the three siblings to train diligently. Chen Mo had practiced on them since he was young, building a solid foundation. The stability of the "Ten Thousand Year Green" in the Green Wood Technique came from this training.

Their uncle, holding a willow whip, would sternly supervise their training, ready to strike if they faltered. The red marks on their legs were a testament to his strictness. As a child, Chen Mo had misunderstood his uncle's intentions, thinking he was just looking for faults. Now, he realized that his uncle's presence was to prevent them from falling and getting hurt.

Ouyang Qing was surprised that these two young fledglings dared to challenge him. He decided to teach them a lesson. Did they think they could match his strength?

"Then let me see what you've got," Ouyang Qing said, lifting his robe and stomping his foot, a black smoke swirling around his arm, his hand bones thick and his fingers sharp like a ghost's claws.

A young man watching from outside the house frowned and whispered, "Uncle Chen, Ouyang Qing is a deceitful man, but his cultivation and mystic techniques are solid, and he has extensive combat experience. I don't think Chen Mo and Hilian Huowu can match him. I'll go help..."

But an old man pulled him back, shaking his head. Clearly, the old man had faith in Chen Mo and his sister.

Chen Mo and Hilian Huowu, who had grown up together, had a strong bond. They saw determination and fearlessness in each other's eyes.

Chen Mo nodded, gathering his mystic energy, his muscles bulging. He stomped on the wooden post, causing it to tremble, and shouted, "Ouyang Qing, you talk too much. Today, I'll clear out the trash for the Chen family."

With a roar, he launched himself like a giant Vajra axe, using the "Vajra Clearing the Path" move, his attack filled with overwhelming power, heading straight for Ouyang Qing.

"Seeking death!"

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