Heard of a man named Chen Mo in the capital, who squanders his spiritual veins but claims to be the ancestor of Tao. I wonder if it's you.
Zhang Jin's words were sharp and full of challenging meaning.
Chen Mo's brow furrowed slightly as he looked up and scanned the surroundings. With his body improving, not only did his strength grow, but also his senses became sharper. He spotted a few people peeking out from the distant mountain peak with a single glance.
People fear fame as much as pigs fear obesity; this saying is not just idle talk. The reputation of the Tao Ancestor is widespread, and indeed, many people have wanted to test the truth and falsity of it on him.
Particularly for martial artists.
"I don't dare to be self-appointed; these nicknames are given to me by others."
Chen Mo smiled slightly, which could be considered an acknowledgment.
Zhang Jin's lips curled up, and the respect was no longer there. Instead, there was a touch of contempt. He sneered and said, "I am a disciple of the Mountaineer School, and I have already opened three spiritual veins. I heard that the Dao Ancestor defeated a person with two spiritual veins in one move some time ago. Could you let me open my eyes?"
Provocation? Interesting... Chen Mo secretly felt pleased, but his mind formed a different plan.
Chen Mo has already completed four refining stages in his body cultivation: refining, altering muscles and bones, purifying blood veins. The next stage is the integration of yin and yang.
Qi and blood coexist within the body, forming a primordial balance. However, as impurities are expelled, there is more space within the body for qi and blood. But with the loss of balance, if yin and yang qi and blood are not in harmony, it will affect the growth of muscle and bone strength.
At this time, a certain amount of qi and blood need to be released to achieve yin-yang integration. The simplest method is through combat.
"Three opened veins? Is there no one left in Mountaineer School's entrance? They're letting you come challenge me?"
Chen Mo's eyes narrowed slightly, giving off a challenging look. In contrast, Zhang Jin was taken aback. After a moment, he realized what had happened and his face turned dark.
“They say you are the Dao Ancestor. I don't believe it. If your useless spiritual veins can beat me, I will admit it.”
Chen Mo shook his head and smiled, "I don't need you to admit it, but if you want to get beaten up, feel free to give it a try."
"Arrogant"
Zhang Jin couldn't hold back any longer. His feet pounded the ground fiercely, like a leopard bursting out of the brush. His five fingers formed claws and he clawed at Chen Mo's face with all his might.
"I've heard that on the day in the capital, Chen Mo defeated someone with two opened spiritual veins with a single move, and they were never able to rise again, and they died several days later. I don't know if this is true or false."
"A waste of spiritual veins cannot be cultivated inherently, and it's impossible to hide one's qi within the body. How can you have the power to fight against people with opened veins? This matter is most likely false."
"Whether it's true or false, try it and you'll know. Zhang Jin has opened three spiritual veins, which makes him much stronger than those who have opened two. If he truly has the strength, he should be able to last a few moves."
...
The eyes of the crowd were all focused on Chen Mo. As Zhang Jin attacked, Liu Wuxin, who was somewhat nervous and clenched her fists tightly, had already reached the ninth level of martial arts. In terms of strength, she was capable of protecting Chen Mo.
However, before Chen Mo even opened his mouth, if she went forward impulsively, it might provoke unpleasantness. She could only nervously watch him, waiting for his cue.
Chen Mo's corner of his mouth slightly curled up, as he stood motionless in place. Zhang Jin saw this and coldly laughed, "Is it that you haven't reacted yet, or are you too scared to move? Hmph, waste of spiritual veins cannot be cultivated inherently and is not the opponent of people with opened veins. I think you're just a fame-seeking person."
A fierce claw is swiftly thrown out by Zhang Jing, able to shred the flesh with bare hands. However, when his five fingers are only a few inches away from Chen Mo's forehead, they suddenly stop.
Chen Mo had already grasped Zhang Jing's wrist, twisting it back with a flip. A 'crack' sound could be heard, the sound of bones breaking, and the latter was in pain, gritting his teeth and howling.
"I said, you're too weak."
Chen Mo shook his head, loosened Zhang Jing's wrist, and coldly spoke to the crowd in front of him, "Is there no one in Mountaineer School's entrance who can fight?"
Audacious
Arrogant
The tone seems to imply that I am not talking to Zhang Jing, but rather, I am saying that all of you present are trash.
On the square, nearly 90% were young people who had not yet entered the door, but there were also several entrance disciples from Mountaineer School. Upon hearing Chen Mo's words, some of them were indignant and one, a young man with short hair, jumped up and rushed to him.
"I am Li Zhi, an entrance disciple of Mountaineer School. I have opened five spiritual veins. Please teach me."
The young man did not waste words; as soon as Chen Mo recovered from his surprise, the young man immediately raised his hand to attack.
After a few breaths, the young man stood upright and collapsed like a plank on the ground.
"Open five spiritual veins, and one punch can knock you down?"
"This Chen Mo is truly remarkable. Even with waste spiritual veins, he has reached such a level. It seems that his reputation as the Dao Ancestor is not without reason."
"Integrate knowledge and practice, truly demonstrating the qualifications of the Dao Ancestor. It's unknown how far he can go in this path, and if he has already entered the realm of ninth-level martial artists."
...
With the news of Chen Mo's successive victories over two Mountaineer School entrance disciples spreading, shortly after, a group of white-robed brothers hurriedly arrived, all eager to challenge him out of hearing his provocations.
A group of people squeezed together, staring at Chen Mo with an imposing and fierce atmosphere.
"I am Li Wang, an entrance disciple of Mountaineer School. I have opened seven spiritual veins. Please teach me."
Another young man jumped out of the crowd, standing at nine feet tall, with a body as strong as an ox. He stood among the crowd like a phoenix among chickens, like a towering iron tower.
"That's Li Wang. He has a high-quality spiritual vein and has opened seven in just a month. In another period of time, he can officially become a martial artist and enter the outer door."
"Although he only opened seven spiritual veins, his brute strength far exceeds those at the same stage. He can break stones with a single punch, and even elders think he has outstanding talent and want to take him as a disciple."
"There's no doubt about Li Wang's move. He is the chief among our entrance disciples. If he can't beat Chen Mo, then there's no one else in our entrance disciples who can match him."
...
The strongest among the Mountaineer School entrance disciples who have opened spiritual veins is Li Wang, who has opened seven. If he opens eight, he can enter the outer door. Therefore, among the entrance disciples, Li Wang is the strongest.
It is precisely because of this that Chen Mo dared to challenge the entrance disciples; he truly cannot beat the outer door disciples.
Li Wang is not wearing white robes, but a white short-sleeved shirt. His muscles are knotted, and the fabric of his shirt is bulging and about to burst. One can vaguely see his muscle lines and he exudes a powerful force, as if he were a bull.
Chen Mo nodded slightly, "You're not bad. You can fight me."
"Then let's do this."
Li Wang coldly said, then took a giant step forward, charging towards Chen Mo.
Li Wang's physique is imposing, not only his body enormous but also his speed astonishing. As soon as his feet moved, his figure appeared before Chen Mo as if a ghost.
Chen Mo shouted in shock. This was the first time he had encountered an opponent who was not only equal to him but even stronger.
Like a burlap bag-sized punch, Li Wang's fist came with incredible force, and Chen Mo's two hands attempted to block it. There was a massive 'boom' as he was knocked back several dozen steps, almost falling to the ground.
His arms vibrated as if struck by a heavy hammer, and a tingling pain swept over him, causing his hands to tremble uncontrollably. Yet, facing such a situation, Chen Mo laughed out loud, "Painful, so very painful. Is this what martial arts combat is like?"
