Chapter 75

Li Bin said seriously, "Boss, the fact that they could ambush us halfway shows that they are not ordinary. Moreover, they are not just these two people; there must be more behind them. Someone must be keeping an eye on us, and someone must have ambushed us halfway. They are working together."

Li Bin, being a former special forces soldier, saw the problem.

Mo Zhitao nodded, "Forget about it. If they have the guts, let them come for me. I'm not afraid of them."

Mo Zhitao had his reasons for being confident. His body was special, and after being hit by the masked man, he felt that his true qi had improved.

The black-clothed man had said that only by engaging in life-and-death battles with enemies could one activate the special abilities within the body. Therefore, someone coming to assassinate him was actually a good thing, as it could help him improve his martial arts.

"Li Bin, you need to be more careful. I'm afraid that if they can't deal with me, they might target you instead," Mo Zhitao said worriedly.

"Brother Mo, we will be careful. Besides, we tell others that you hired us as bodyguards. We just started a security company, so others won't target us for now," Li Bin said with a smile.

"Brother Mo, I heard the masked man say you are from the Chinese Medicine Sect?"

Although Li Bin was not a martial artist, he had heard of the power of the Chinese Medicine Sect. Their disciples were spread throughout the country, and they were not to be provoked. If Mo Zhitao was really from the Chinese Medicine Sect, the young thug might not dare to provoke him.

Mo Zhitao shook his head, "I'm not from the Chinese Medicine Sect. My martial arts are a bit mixed. I learn from others when I see them using martial arts. The Hung Quan I use is something I learned from you guys performing on the street."

"Are you serious, Brother Mo? You're a genius!" Li Bin opened his mouth wide. It had taken them more than a month to learn the basic moves of Hung Quan, and they had to practice constantly to reach their current level. But Mo Zhitao had learned it just by watching Lin Zhenqiang perform it once, and he was even better than they were.

Oh my God, what kind of person is this? Does he even let us live?

"Hehe, Li Bin, I'll teach you an internal martial art as soon as possible," Mo Zhitao said. He needed to find the black-clothed man as soon as he got home, or else Li Bin and the others would be in great danger.

When they arrived in Macheng District, Lin Zhenqiang was already waiting for them by the roadside.

"Brother Mo, are you okay?" Lin Zhenqiang had heard that Mo Zhitao had been attacked, so he was waiting at the intersection.

"I'm fine. I need to go home to treat my injuries. Just drop me off at the entrance of the residential area," Mo Zhitao said softly as he got into Lin Zhenqiang's car.

When Mo Zhitao returned home, Yu Meijing's room door was tightly closed, and she was probably sleeping. After Mo Zhitao returned to his room, he saw the black-clothed man was already there.

The black-clothed man had left a phone number for Mo Zhitao, and Mo Zhitao had already sent a message on the way back, saying he had been attacked by martial artists and would be home soon.

"How are you? Are your injuries serious?" The black-clothed man immediately checked Mo Zhitao's pulse carefully when he saw him return.

Hearing the black-clothed man's concerned words, Mo Zhitao felt warm inside. Although the black-clothed man had always forbidden him from calling him master and had said he would kill him if he didn't obey, now that he had been attacked, the black-clothed man, though outwardly cold, showed genuine concern.

"I'm fine. I used my strong body and silver needles to kill him," Mo Zhitao told the black-clothed man the details of what had happened.

"Can you remember what martial arts the person used?" the black-clothed man asked.

"Show me."

Mo Zhitao nodded and demonstrated the two moves the masked man had used in front of the black-clothed man. Mo Zhitao had a good memory and was good at imitation, so he performed the two moves exactly as the masked man had.

"This is the Qingcheng Sect's Wind and Thunder Palm. The moves you used are the Wind and Thunder Start and Wind and Thunder Clash. Why would someone from the Qingcheng Sect become an assassin?" the black-clothed man frowned.

"Senior, does that mean the Qingcheng Sect is an assassin organization?" Mo Zhitao asked.

In the past, he had seen the Qingcheng Sect on TV, but that was just TV and didn't reflect reality.

The black-clothed man shook his head and said, "No, in the martial world, there is a saying: one sect, two towers, three valleys, four families, five sects, six gangs, and seven sects. The one sect is the Heavenly Fragrance Sect, the two towers are the Red Tower and the Black Tower, the three valleys are the Poison River Valley, the Flowing Flower Valley, and the Drifting Valley, the four families are the Chen, Long, Zhao, and He families, the five sects are the Chinese Medicine Sect, the Miao Sect, the Mongolian Sect, the Tibetan Sect, and the Yin-Yang Sect, the six gangs are the Iron Sand Gang, the Fierce Tiger Gang, the Ten Thousand Sword Gang, the Great Saber Gang, the Whirlwind Gang, and the Qingyin Gang, and the seven sects are Shaolin, Wudang, Kongtong, Emei, Huashan, Qingcheng, and Kunlun."

"Wow, Senior, so there are so many sects and gangs in our country?" Mo Zhitao said in surprise.

"Yes, what I just said is only a part of it. There are many extraordinary people in China, and those are just a part. Many people don't want to get involved in these secular matters," the black-clothed man said.

The black-clothed man told Mo Zhitao some things about the martial world. Now that Mo Zhitao was involved in martial world affairs, if he didn't know the situation, things would get worse for him.

"Senior, does that mean the higher the ranking of a sect, the higher their martial arts?" Mo Zhitao asked. He now knew that the five sects were actually medical sects, and the Chinese Medicine Sect was ranked first.

"Not necessarily. For example, the Shaolin Sect, their martial arts are also very powerful. However, their strength is concentrated in the Shaolin Temple, unlike the six major sects, which are spread across different regions," the black-clothed man shook his head.

"Like the Iron Sand Gang, they have branches all over the country, and they constantly fight over territory. Their martial arts are also very powerful, so don't offend them."

Mo Zhitao asked, "Are the martial arts of other sects also very powerful?"

"Yes, given your current martial arts, it's best not to offend others," the black-clothed man nodded. "However, being a doctor has its advantages. If you don't provoke others, they won't provoke you. Doctors have their own benefits. If you treat more important people, they will remember you. The Chinese Medicine Sect has treated many leaders, so their sect has developed very quickly.

The fact that the assassin came from the Qingcheng Sect doesn't mean much. Every sect has disciples, and disciples teach others, who then teach others, leading to many people learning martial arts. If a disciple does something bad, it's hard to trace it back to who taught them. However, since the assassin is from an assassin organization, they won't let you off easily. You need to be careful."

"Senior, I will be careful. After being hit by the assassin, my internal energy has become stronger. If they come to assassinate me again, it might help me improve my martial arts," Mo Zhitao said with a smile.

The black-clothed man also smiled, "Improving your martial arts this way is very dangerous. If you can reach the second level of the Yin-Yang Technique, you might be safer."

"Senior, did you forget that my body is resistant to attacks?" Mo Zhitao said.

"Moreover, I can combine external and internal martial arts."

"What? What did you say?" The black-clothed man exclaimed in surprise.

He knew that Mo Zhitao was a martial arts prodigy and had deliberately used the Chinese Medicine Sect's martial arts to confuse the assassin. Mo Zhitao could remember a martial art just by seeing it once, a genius, a once-in-a-century genius.

"I combined two martial arts today," Mo Zhitao told the black-clothed man about using the Yin-Yang Technique's internal energy to perform Hung Quan.

The black-clothed man asked worriedly, "Is there anything wrong with your body? Combining internal and external martial arts is a different concept, and if you force them together, it could cause problems."

The black-clothed man himself wouldn't dare to do this. Of course, it wasn't impossible, but the risk was too high, and if not careful, it could lead to serious consequences.

"I don't feel anything wrong. If you don't believe me, I can show you again," Mo Zhitao performed Hung Quan using the Yin-Yang Technique.

After watching Mo Zhitao finish his performance, the black-clothed man was speechless. Mo Zhitao was truly a martial arts prodigy. Using internal energy to perform external martial arts without any issues? In the past, someone who did this had their muscles torn by the internal energy. Internal and external martial arts are completely different concepts, and doing this recklessly would only lead to problems.

"Do you really feel nothing wrong with your body?" the black-clothed man asked cautiously.

"No, I feel nothing wrong," Mo Zhitao shook his head.

"Moreover, I feel that performing Hung Quan this way is much more powerful."

"Of course, you combined two martial arts," the black-clothed man said.

"External martial arts are about powerful moves, while internal martial arts are about strong internal energy. If you can combine the strengths of these martial arts, it will be very powerful."

The black-clothed man thought it might be due to Mo Zhitao's strong body. The Golden Dragon and Snake technique had made his body very resistant. The internal energy wouldn't cause problems even if it surged through his body, and using external martial arts for attacks would be very effective.

"Mo Zhitao, when you have free time, think more about your martial arts. Don't be a playboy or chase girls. Don't get lost in women. See if you can improve your martial arts," the black-clothed man warned Mo Zhitao.

"Senior, why do you always say I'm lost in women? I'm very pure," Mo Zhitao said with a bitter face.

"Hmph, because you're not my disciple, I don't demand it from you. If you were my disciple, I would kill you with one palm. Lust is the root of all evil. The first rule of our sect is to be a righteous person and not to be lost in women," the black-clothed man said sternly.

Oh my God, I'm lucky I'm not your disciple. A man who doesn't chase girls isn't a man. Mo Zhitao secretly rejoiced.

"Alright, here is the Mixed Yuan Gong. Take it and teach it to your subordinates," the black-clothed man handed Mo Zhitao an internal martial arts manual. "It's best if you practice well tonight and see if you can use the attack to improve yourself."