"Zhao Wang, what do you say, who is the waste?"
Chen Mo descended the steps of the mansion, his eyes narrowing into a slit, and asked with a smile.
"You didn't listen well, did you? I told you, and here it is."
Zhao Wang snorted coldly, as he was about to speak, he suddenly felt a chill. Turning back, all the thousand people looked at him with hostile glances, as if one by one wild animals, tightly staring at him.
Although he had two guards protecting him, those who could come here had basically completed the transition from cultivating meridians to the path of cultivation, their strength was not comparable to ordinary people. Moreover, with many people on their side, if he were to provoke the anger of so many here, it might be harmful to him.
Zhao Wang swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said, "I've always said you're a waste, and now you're spreading these nonsensical words. There are thousands of ways to cultivate, but only one path is the true way - the martial path. No matter how impressive your words may be, they're not as practical as a pair of fists. If I'm to believe your words as this waste, it must be that your fists can defeat me."
"Zhao Wang, you have an over-the-superior spiritual vein and have opened two more. This is not treating people right."
"Grandmaster Dao is just a scrap spiritual vein, unable to even open a vein. It's clear that Zhao Wang is picking on the weak."
"Zhao Wang, you have such great abilities, come and fight me. I've opened eight spiritual veins."
……
Suddenly, the crowd of onlookers rushed forward to speak up for Chen Mo.
Zhao Wang coldly laughed and said, "Hahah, it's truly laughable. If what Chen Mo says is true that there are thousands of ways to cultivate, then why hasn't he succeeded with a scrap bloodline? Are you afraid that I will expose his lies and then you will lose all hope?".
"Chen Mo, are you brave enough to battle with me? If not, then surrender to me…"
"Come on."
"Hahaha, I knew you wouldn't dare. What a bunch of bullshit 'Thousand Ways to Cultivate'. You, you, you actually dare?"
Hearing Chen Mo's light-hearted words, Zhao Wang couldn't help but be stunned. His eyes widened, and he stared at Chen Mo in disbelief. He doubted whether he had heard wrongly.
"Well then, Zhao Wang, since you insist on making a fool of yourself, I'll give you this chance."
Chen Mo coldly snorted and said.
Hearing this, Zhao Wang's heart instantly brightened. He originally thought that today he could only shame Chen Mo, but unexpectedly, this thickheaded guy dared to accept the challenge. That's wonderful! He was worried about not having the chance to beat him.
Chen Jin is extremely disdainful of Chen Mo, but as a scholar, he rarely physically confronts his younger brother. However, this does not mean he is kind to him; when he really wants to fight, he will let Zhao Wang take care of it for him.
Over the past few years, Chen Mo has been beaten up by Zhao Wang many times.
"This Zhao Wang is being too bullied. Does he really think that our third master has no one behind him?"
Zhao Hu raised his eyebrows, grabbed the handle of his sword, and a hint of killing intent flashed in his eyes.
"Stop!"
Pei Jiangnan pushed down Zhao Hu's wrist from behind and said coldly, "Stop. The challenge was proposed by Zhao Wang. Although there is a suspicion of him bullying others with power, Chen brother has already accepted it. If you act now, wouldn't that make him uncomfortable? Moreover, since Chen brother dares to accept it, he must have confidence. If he has confidence in himself, don't you have confidence in him?"
"I…"
Zhao Hu looked at Chen Mo with a complicated expression and hesitated to speak, "But Zhao Wang has already opened two spiritual veins, which is beyond ordinary people. Master Chen only has an inferior spiritual vein and is not a match for Zhao Wang… Well, since Master Chen has said this, I'll believe him."
The words were said like that, but Zhao Hu's hand never let go of the hilt of the sword, his eyes staring fixedly at Zhao Wang. If he dared to harm Chen Mo, he would step in himself.
"Chen Mo, it seems that you haven't been beaten up for a long time. You don't know what it means to be cruel."
Zhao Wang's face was fierce and he didn't give Chen Mo a chance to speak. He stomped the ground with both feet as if he were a leopard charging at Chen Mo.
The eight spiritual veins have not been opened yet, which also means that they have not become martial artists. If the meridians are not unobstructed, they cannot practice martial arts and techniques. At this time, beginners' competitions are based on their boxing skills and physical strength.
Zhao Wang is the son of the Minister of War and grew up among martial artists from a young age. He learned a lot from this environment, his boxing skills were excellent, and as for his strength, he was a prospective martial artist who had opened two spiritual veins. He possessed strength of a thousand jin and could kill a cow with one punch. This strength was not comparable to ordinary people.
In comparison, Chen Mo is just a trivial scrap spiritual vein without even the qualifications to open meridians. Of course, he is no different from ordinary people. Even if he has been trained in some boxing and footwork since childhood, his strength would not have increased significantly.
Over the millennia, countless martial artists have emerged in Zhōuqiū, but no one has ever matched the martial prowess of ordinary people. Even when facing prospective martial artists who have opened spiritual veins, no one has ever been able to stand their ground.
Zhao Wang did not believe that Chen Mo could set this precedent, and neither did anyone else.
"Here they come."
As Zhao Wang charged forward, everyone's hearts rose to their throats. Zhao Hu had his knees slightly bent, ready to leap down and save Chen Mo.
"Chen Mo, your wild talk will be shattered by my fists, all your fantasies will be broken by my fists. Be a useless man with a inferior spiritual vein and be content with that. Stop dreaming about you'll be better than others…"
Before Zhao Wang finished his sentence, a figure appeared before him as if by a ghost, moving so fast that he couldn't even see it.
"So fast."
In an instant, Zhao Wang panicked and his face suddenly turned aghast. However, he quickly managed to suppress it, "No, no. I've opened two spiritual veins. How could I possibly lose to you this worthless man? It's impossible, absolutely impossible."
Zhao Wang roared and his fists came together, intent on fighting Chen Mo to the death. But as he reached halfway, he saw that Chen Mo's left hand had transformed into a palm and was thrusting towards his eyes.
Chen Mo's move was quick, and Zhao Wang couldn't help but be startled. He quickly raised his hand to defend himself.
Zhao Wang had grown up among martial artists for so many years, influenced by their presence, so his boxing and kicking skills were naturally good. Realizing the fierce technique Chen Mo used, his first thought was to receive the attack, deflect it, and then strike back, which can be summarized as "receive-deflect-attack."
Anyway, since he has opened two spiritual veins, he should be able to withstand it.
As long as he blocks this move, Chen Mo will be the one to suffer.
However, just as he was ready to counterattack, he saw Chen Mo retract his left hand and raise his right elbow.
Bajiquan, Elbow to the Heart.
Like a giant hammer weighing thousands of catties falling on his chest, Zhao Wang was caught off guard. His brain had not yet made a response when he heard the sound of bones cracking. It was as if a thousand-pound stone had fallen onto his chest and then instantly exploded, "Boom!" His body flew out.
Zhao Wang felt a sudden tightness in his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood, which formed a blood-red rainbow under the azure sky.
Silence.
A silence so still that even the fall of a needle can be heard.
One move decides the fate of the world, this was what everyone expected, but no one had expected that the winner would be Chen Mo.
Zhao Hu's hand holding the hilt of his sword trembled slightly, his eyes staring round like a tiger. He stood rooted to the ground, with an expression of disbelief.
Pei Jiangnan's eyes twinkled with a glint of light. Although he told Zhao Hu to have confidence in Chen Mo, in reality, he didn't believe that a scrap spiritual vein could defeat a person who had opened spiritual veins.
An inferior spiritual vein is destined to be an ordinary person for life. Over the millennia, no matter who or how hard one tries, this truth seems like an unbreakable law.
However, Chen Mo has actually done it. With his body of an inferior spiritual vein, he has defeated someone who has opened two spiritual veins. That really is a one-move victory.
Kill in an instant.
In an instant, the entire courtyard was abuzz with excitement outside.
"He did it, he really did it. An inferior spiritual vein defeated someone who has opened a spiritual vein."
"What the Dao Ancestor said is true. Even an inferior spiritual vein can turn the tide. Then how can we not be able to change our destiny?"
"Please, Dao Ancestor, guide me on the path."
...
In the midst of the roaring cheers from the crowd, it was only then that Zhao Wang's two guards came to their senses. They quickly rushed over to Zhao Wang, who had already fainted. Upon closer inspection, they saw that he was lying there with his chest sunken in and a large crack running down his ribcage. The entire breastbone had shattered, and blood had seeped out from his mouth corner.
The two bodyguards were personally assigned by Zhao's family to protect Zhao Wang. Now that their master was in such a pitiful state, they would certainly face severe punishment if they returned. Considering this, they couldn't sit still any longer. They stood up and looked at Chen Mo with cold, malicious eyes.
"Damn you. Dare to injure my young master? You're looking for death."
With that, the two men drew their swords and charged towards Chen Mo with a fierce demeanor.
"Disgusting, you are truly disgusting. It was you who challenged to fight, and now that you've lost, you want to play the blame game later on?"
"The Zhao family is untrustworthy and has the audacity to wield knives and commit violence. I have never seen anyone as shameless as them."
"If you want to harm the Dao Ancestor, you'll have to step over my body first."
...
In the crowd, angry curses could be heard, and some even surrounded the two guards.
"With me here, I'll see who dares to lay a hand on Master Chen."
Zhao Hu pressed down on the handle of his sword and charged out with his feet, blocking Chen Mo's path.
"The battle has ended, and it was your young master who lost. He proposed the duel, and now he's lost. Do you want to take advantage of the weak, or use your numbers to bully the less fortunate? Do you think I, from the Zhen Wushu Institution, am nonexistent?"
Pei Jiangnan's face was stern, and with his right hand, he gripped the hilt of the Yangling sword, stepping downwards one step at a time.
Hearing the name of the Zhen Wushu Institution, the two bodyguards exchanged glances. The Zhen Wushu Institution had at least a seventh-grade martial artist as its starting point, while they were merely ninth-grade fighters themselves. They were certainly no match for him; moreover, even their family master dare not easily provoke the Zhen Wushu Institution, let alone them.
The public opinion and power all shifted towards Chen Mo. The two bodyguards gritted their teeth, lifted the fallen Zhao Wang, and slinked away from the scene...
