Chapter 74

Mo Zhitao calmly watched the criminal's lethal move, gritting his teeth in the dark. Well, he would use the Flying Dragon Palm. The black-clothed man had once warned him not to use the martial arts he taught unless it was absolutely necessary. But now, it was a matter of life and death, and he had no choice but to use it, or he would be killed.

Thinking this, Mo Zhitao took a deep breath and gathered his Yin-Yang Technique. He had only practiced it to the first level, so he could only use the first move of the Flying Dragon Palm. Thus, Mo Zhitao pushed his palm towards the criminal.

Boom, Mo Zhitao and the criminal clashed, the criminal took two steps back, while Mo Zhitao took several steps back. The difference in strength was immediately apparent; Mo Zhitao was inferior to the masked man.

The masked man laughed smugly, "Mo Zhitao, I didn't expect you to practice internal martial arts. I almost fell for your trick, using your internal energy to attack me with the Hung Fist. Fortunately, I am skilled."

Although the masked man said this, he was secretly puzzled about how Mo Zhitao managed to do it. Internal martial arts and external martial arts are different, how could Mo Zhitao combine the two? Could Mo Zhitao have mastered some secret technique? Thinking this, the masked man had the idea of capturing Mo Zhitao alive to find out how to combine external and internal martial arts, and then kill him.

Combining external and internal martial arts is not something an ordinary person can do. If not handled properly, it could backfire and lead to a mental breakdown. However, Mo Zhitao managed to do it, starting with the Shaolin Hung Fist and then using internal energy to drive it, which was very powerful. If he hadn't practiced for over ten years, he would have been defeated by Mo Zhitao.

Even so, Mo Zhitao managed to land a blow on him during their fight. The martial arts Mo Zhitao used earlier were unfamiliar to him, but the attack was very fast and carried a fierce killing intent. Mo Zhitao, at such a young age, had reached this level of martial arts, and his future potential was boundless. The masked man planned to capture Mo Zhitao first to find out how to combine external and internal martial arts, and then kill him.

What the masked man didn't know was that Mo Zhitao had a photographic memory. The Hung Fist he used was not the authentic Shaolin Hung Fist, but one he had learned from the moves he had seen, incorporating his own ideas. This made it different from the original Hung Fist. Using internal energy with it was completely different.

However, what Mo Zhitao didn't know was that combining external and internal martial arts was very difficult. If not done by a master, it would definitely backfire. Even with his self-created moves, it was not something an ordinary person could master.

Mo Zhitao rubbed his chest; the masked man's martial arts were clearly superior to his. But not by much, and he was confident he could deal with the masked man. "Yes, I'm about to be killed by you. Tell me who sent you," Mo Zhitao said deliberately.

"Don't even think about it. Assassins have their principles. Surrender," the masked man raised his hands again. He had been careless earlier and was hit by Mo Zhitao, but he wouldn't make the same mistake again. With a thunderous roar, the masked man leaped towards Mo Zhitao.

Seeing the masked man attack again, Mo Zhitao's lips curled into a cold smile. Hmph, this assassin thought he hadn't anticipated it, but he underestimated him. Mo Zhitao lunged at the masked man again, this time using the Great Peng Spreading Wings technique that Li Dingshuai had used before. The powerful attack enveloped the masked man.

"Great Peng Spreading Wings, you, you are from the Chinese Medicine Sect?" the assassin exclaimed in surprise.

In the martial arts world, there were five major medical sects, and the Chinese Medicine Sect was the leader among them. They had many disciples, and most martial arts sects dared not provoke them. Moreover, they were healers, and in the martial arts world, who didn't get injured or sick? If they offended these healers and they refused to treat them, it would be very troublesome.

Therefore, all martial arts sects respected the healers and tried not to offend them, and it was best to win their favor. The benefits they could gain were numerous, especially the medicinal pills they refined, which could help martial artists practice and heal. Thus, martial artists generally helped the healers with tasks to earn their favor.

Mo Zhitao smiled and attacked the assassin directly. Unfortunately, the Great Peng Spreading Wings he had learned was just a form, and the true killing power was not strong. He would need to refine it in the future.

Because the Great Peng Spreading Wings Mo Zhitao used was not very powerful, it allowed the masked man to regain his composure and counter with two palms.

"Slap," the masked man's palm struck Mo Zhitao's chest. He was stunned; was Mo Zhitao so foolish? Why didn't he dodge? Was his martial arts really so weak? Thinking this, the masked man's eyes filled with killing intent. He couldn't afford to offend the Chinese Medicine Sect, so he decided to kill everyone here to ensure no one would know what happened and no one would come after him.

Just as he thought, Mo Zhitao's left hand suddenly held a silver needle, which he thrust towards the masked man's Qimen point.

The silver needle, imbued with internal energy, was a hundred times harder than usual. Although the masked man had true qi to resist, the needle still pierced his Qimen point.

"Ahh," the masked man screamed in pain. He hadn't expected that despite using all his true qi to strike Mo Zhitao, Mo Zhitao not only didn't fall but also used a silver needle to pierce his point.

Right, using silver needles to injure enemies was a common technique of the medical sects. Damn, he had been tricked by his employer. If he had known the cost would be so high for such a small reward, he wouldn't have taken the job to kill the Chinese Medicine Sect members.

"Spit," Mo Zhitao spat out a mouthful of blood. He had endured the pain in his chest to pierce the masked man. The masked man's palm, imbued with the power of wind and thunder, struck his chest like a thousand-pound hammer, severely injuring him.

The masked man slowly fell to the ground, still puzzled about why he had died. He had used all his internal energy to strike Mo Zhitao, and even if Mo Zhitao's martial arts were superior, he would have been knocked away. But Mo Zhitao not only didn't fly away but also pierced his point. He died with regret.

Li Bin, who was behind, rushed over and supported Mo Zhitao, "Brother Mo, how are you?"

"I'm fine, go and interrogate that criminal and find out who sent them to kill us," Mo Zhitao waved his hand. He had taken the masked man's palm deliberately, relying on his strong body from the Golden Dragon Snake, to get the chance to pierce the masked man's point.

He was the King of Medicine, knowing where to pierce to save or kill. This was his first time killing, and he felt a bit scared. Mo Zhitao sat on the ground, catching his breath.

"Okay, I'll go and interrogate him," Li Bin's eyes glinted with a fierce light. He had killed before in the special forces, so he wouldn't be merciful to these assassins.

Mo Zhitao nodded and sat cross-legged, practicing the Yin-Yang Technique. He noticed his body turning slightly red, remembering what the black-clothed man had said. Whenever his life was threatened and his body was hit, his special ability would manifest, and the red color was a sign of it. If he didn't take this opportunity to practice, it would be a waste.

Thus, Mo Zhitao practiced the Yin-Yang Technique, feeling his internal energy becoming slightly stronger. The energy seemed eager to rush to his injured chest to heal him.

After practicing for a full cycle, Mo Zhitao felt his injuries were half-healed. Well, he would continue practicing when he got back. Mo Zhitao opened his eyes and saw Li Bin looking at him anxiously.

"Brother Mo, how are you?" Li Bin asked worriedly.

"I'm much better, did you get any information?" Mo Zhitao stood up and walked towards the Santana, "Can our car still drive?"

Li Bin nodded, "Our car just hit the front, no big damage. The assassin refused to talk, so I used some harsh methods, and he couldn't hold on and bit his tongue to commit suicide. They are tough, probably knowing we wouldn't let them go, they chose to die."

"Let's go, we'll talk on the way," Mo Zhitao nodded and got into the car. They quickly left, not knowing if the police were coming. It was best to leave.

"Brother Mo, I didn't expect your martial arts to be so powerful," Li Bin said admiringly. From the way Mo Zhitao fought, ten of him wouldn't be a match for Mo Zhitao.

Mo Zhitao smiled, "Brothers, you practice external martial arts, which are good against ordinary people, but fall short against those who practice internal martial arts. When I have time, I'll teach you internal martial arts."

"Great, thank you, Brother Mo," Li Bin said excitedly. "I threw the other two into the ditch. They are assassins, so they won't cause us much trouble. And I cleaned up the scene, so no one can trace us."

"Right, from what happened, someone wants to kill me," Mo Zhitao said, frowning. Since his soul had crossed over, Mo Zhitao had often been attacked. He didn't know who was behind it. Could it be because he interfered with someone's plan tonight? "Li Bin, do you find the events at the party tonight strange? Two patients treated by Chinese medicine had problems?"

Li Bin nodded while driving, "Yes, very strange. How could they fall ill like that? Many people said they wouldn't see Chinese doctors anymore. Fortunately, Brother Mo came out to solve the problem, or else, hehehe." Li Bin didn't finish his sentence.

"Right, I feel someone is targeting Chinese medicine. The assassination attempt just now might be related to tonight's events," Mo Zhitao said.

Jiang Wang's injury was very suspicious, definitely done by someone with martial arts. They were angry that he interfered with their plan and took it out on him. The masked man earlier was also skilled in martial arts. Could he have secretly attacked Jiang Wang and then come to assassinate him? Mo Zhitao speculated.

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