Chapter 21

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Ouyang Qing's face was twisted with ferocity, his fingers like sharp blades. He did not clash head-on with Chen Mo but instead, with a strange twist of his wrist, he grabbed and clawed Chen Mo's wrist, restraining it.

Chen Mo felt a bone-piercing pain, his muscles deeply gouged by the fingertips, sending waves of numbness through him. He tried to pull and break free, but the fingertips only dug deeper into his flesh, blood flowing, the pain in his arm becoming unbearable, as if it were no longer his own.

'Eagle Claw Technique'

Ouyang Qing, having succeeded with his move, laughed sinisterly. "Few rabbits can escape my eagle claws." Another eagle claw swiftly descended, grabbing Chen Mo's shoulder, the force concentrated at the fingertips, creating five bloody holes.

Chen Mo groaned in pain, sweat pouring down his forehead. He roared and lunged forward, shaking his shoulder violently, using a move called 'Vajra Shakes His Might,' fiercely colliding with Ouyang Qing's chest. It was a desperate move, trading injuries for a chance to hurt the opponent.

At the same time, Helian Huowu's delicate face was filled with anger. She shouted, "Old dog, let go of my brother."

She seemed to be enveloped in flames as she pounced, her palms glowing with fire, striking Ouyang Qing's head forcefully.

Ouyang Qing, unable to defend against two attacks at once, had to free his hand to clash with Helian Huowu. As the energy exploded, Chen Mo's shoulder, still bleeding, slammed into Ouyang Qing's chest with a resounding thud, determined to break through.

Helian Huowu, using the momentum, gracefully spun like a phoenix spreading its wings, her body incredibly flexible, and leaped over Chen Mo with a move called 'Watching the Fire from the Other Shore.'

She turned and struck again.

With a 'slap,' her palm hit Ouyang Qing's elbow, the scorching heat searing through his sleeve, causing the black fabric to fall off. The immense force almost broke Ouyang Qing's arm, leaving it black and bruised.

Chen Mo's fearless collision made Ouyang Qing's internal energy surge, causing him to stagger, the wooden stakes beneath his feet shaking. He had to release Chen Mo's shoulder to defend against Helian Huowu, then spread his feet to stabilize himself on two wooden stakes.

"Damn brats," Ouyang Qing growled, realizing the siblings' seamless cooperation had put him at a significant disadvantage. Chen Mo's willingness to hurt himself to hurt the enemy made his heart race.

Helian Huowu, a young girl, was remarkably intelligent and agile, her movements swift and cunning. Her fiery aura, pure and intense, gradually burned through the muscles of Ouyang Qing's arm, threatening to char them.

The confrontation lasted only a moment before they clashed again, leaping on the wooden stakes, fighting fiercely.

Although the siblings were individually weaker than Ouyang Qing, their默契 (默契 means默契, which can be translated as '默契' or '默契') from growing up together allowed them to fight in perfect harmony, giving them an edge in their dual battle against Ouyang Qing.

Chen Mo, injured, circulated a green-tinged Bright Mystic Qi through his wounded arm, the Qi soothing the wound and repairing the muscle and tendons, reducing the pain.

His face contorted with anger, his punches heavy and fierce, he resembled a Vajra Guardian, each punch carrying the weight of a thousand pounds.

His techniques, though not as intricate as the Eagle Claw Technique, were simple and powerful, embodying the spirit of brute force overcoming skill.

Helian Huowu, like a graceful phoenix, moved nimbly on the stakes, her white hands delivering powerful fire-infused attacks.

The young man outside sighed. The siblings' cooperation was flawless, a testament to their deep bond and intuitive understanding of each other, which made him feel a twinge of jealousy.

Chen Mo, with his fierce momentum, and Helian Huowu's support, had the upper hand against Ouyang Qing. However, the young man knew that Ouyang Qing was as ruthless as a snake, skilled in the Eagle Claw Technique, and had extensive combat experience. Over time, the less experienced Chen Mo would surely suffer.

Sure enough, as time passed, Ouyang Qing adapted to their tactics. His eyes glinted with malice, and he saw an opening, lunging with a claw toward Helian Huowu's head, a desperate move.

Chen Mo, alarmed, rushed to her aid, leaping on the wooden stakes.

"You've fallen for it, boy," Ouyang Qing sneered, changing his move mid-air, his claw piercing Chen Mo's chest, creating several bloody holes. He dug in, forcing Chen Mo to stagger back.

"Second Brother!" Helian Huowu, filled with shock and anger, rushed forward, her body enveloped in a thin layer of flames. However, Chen Mo was in her way, making it difficult for her to attack.

Hu Lingping and Chen Hao were on edge, wishing they could take Chen Mo's place.

The pain of the claws piercing his heart made Chen Mo's face pale, his facial muscles twitching. He knew that if he lost, Huowu, his mother, and his brother would be in grave danger.

He could not afford to lose, even if it meant dying, he would take Ouyang Qing with him.

"Roar!"

In a split second, the bloodied Chen Mo made up his mind, roaring and lunging forward, his arms wide, bear-hugging Ouyang Qing.

Pain!

The claws in his chest caused excruciating pain, his flesh almost torn apart.

But he would not let go, his feet planted firmly on two wooden stakes, rooted like nails.

"You're asking for death, boy."

Enraged, Ouyang Qing's other claw dug into Chen Mo's waist, twisting and causing immense damage.

"Ah!" Hu Lingping cried out in pain, her body swaying.

"Fireworks, attack now," Chen Mo growled, his eyes wild. He was determined to bring down this enemy, no matter the cost, to protect his family.

"Old dog, die!" Helian Huowu, tears streaming down her face, her hair dancing like flames, struck Ouyang Qing's head with a powerful blow.

"Madman, truly a madman." Ouyang Qing, feeling a chill, dared not tangle with Chen Mo any longer. He gathered his Mystic Qi and pushed Chen Mo away, retreating like a ghost, narrowly avoiding Helian Huowu's killing blow.

At this point, he was considering retreat. The siblings were formidable opponents, and their desperate fighting spirit shocked him.

Chen Mo, now a madman, continued his relentless assault, determined to kill the old dog and protect his family.

Ouyang Qing, his momentum weakened, moved on the stakes, evading Chen Mo.

He was cunning, and seeing an opportunity, he kicked Helian Huowu's side. If he could knock her away, he could escape.

The damn girl, with a 'click,' he seemed to kick something hard and smooth.

Looking closely, he saw a turtle fall from the sash on Helian Huowu's waist. The turtle, flailing its limbs, stretched its head and spat a mouthful of saliva, which flew toward Ouyang Qing's face.

The sticky liquid splattered on Ouyang Qing's face. He roared in anger, "What kind of fool is this?" His eagle claw grabbed the turtle's shell, feeling its hardness, his fingers nearly breaking. He threw it away like a hot potato, 'plop,' into the well.

Little Eight, the turtle, floated in the well, sighing in sorrow. Hungry, he had detected a special fragrance and had bitten into it, but before he could taste it, he was interrupted. This was a matter of life and death.

Helian Huowu, startled, leaped back and landed behind Chen Mo. She was surprised that a turtle had saved her, but wondered how it had ended up on her sash.

Ouyang Qing, wiping the sticky liquid from his face, resumed the fight, his eagle claw aiming for Chen Mo's thigh. Though his thigh was like steel, the sharp claws dug deep into the taut muscles, blood gushing out. If he could cripple Chen Mo's leg, he would be unable to fight.

Chen Mo, in pain, almost lost his balance, his energy weakening.

Ouyang Qing, having forced Helian Huowu back, leaped and took the opportunity to gather his Mystic Qi, aiming for Chen Mo's head. This move was deadly; if he could pierce Chen Mo's skull, he would surely die.

"Old dog, don't get cocky."

Chen Mo, bloodied, took a few steps back, lightly tapping his back, then crouched. Helian Huowu understood, stepping on Chen Mo's back, leaping up, her delicate hands like a goddess plucking flowers, red sparks at her fingertips, beautiful and deadly. She aimed for Ouyang Qing's eyes. 'Puff,' his eyeballs burst, the heat scorching them to charcoal, which fell to the ground.

"Ah~" Ouyang Qing screamed in agony.

Chen Mo's arm, purple and swollen with blood, gathered all its strength, punching Ouyang Qing's heart, bursting through his chest. The Vajra Fist's powerful force shattered his ribs, piercing his heart.

This move, 'Dragon and Phoenix in the Sky,' was a technique they had created together in play, and it proved devastating with their perfect coordination.

Ouyang Qing's vision went black, and icy water poured through the cracks, chilling him to the bone. He stood still, like a statue.

Chen Mo, ignoring the blood soaking his pants, kicked Ouyang Qing's corpse high into the air, like a rag doll. Then, using the 'Vajra Supports the Pagoda' move, he caught the corpse with both hands, breaking it in half.

Blood spurted, and Chen Mo threw the corpse away.

"Your blood stinks."

He hated the dogs under Chen Deshui's command, and if he had been a moment late, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

The sun was high, and golden light shone on Chen Mo, like a victorious Vajra Guardian standing on the wooden stakes, radiating light, dominating the sky.

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