Alright, since you've put it that way, I'm actually curious to see just how hard your fists are.
Chen Mo's words aroused the competitive spirit of that disciple. A faint smile appeared on his lips as he stepped forward a few steps and came to the front of the other person, "The disciples of Kuoshan Sect are also qualified to participate in martial arts competitions, but I have been eliminated internally based on my own abilities. If you really have strength, try to defeat me. If you cannot defeat me even once, then do not dream about creating any waves in this competition."
"Haha, thank you for the reminder. I haven't had the pleasure of your company yet."
Chen Mo smiled slightly, his eyes glowing intensely as he stared at the young disciple. Although the man was rebellious and untamed, he was not as conceited as he appeared.
"Zhao Tian"
"Chen Sanzang, please impart your wisdom."
Chen Mo bowed his hands, and then, under the gaze of everyone present, made a 'please' gesture.
Zhao Tian saw the situation and no longer wasted time. He gently waved his hand, and the disciples of Kuoshan Sect withdrew to the sides, creating a suitable space for battle.
Sun Qian and Su Keke also moved back politely. After taking a few steps back, Zuo Quan Sheng, who was reading the principles of Qi and blood refinement with great concentration, looked at Chen Mo with slight interest.
Although Zuo Quan Sheng always maintained a cold demeanor, after witnessing Chen Mo's strength within the secret realm, he developed a great admiration for him. Now, seeing him in battle was exhilarating for him.
Perhaps to Zuo Quan Sheng and the other disciples, Chen Mo was a sure winner. However, to the numerous disciples of Kuoshan Sect, he was just an obscure figure, unworthy of the grand stage. Perhaps after just a few rounds, he would be defeated.
"Are you a scholar or a martial artist?"
Zhao Tian raised his gaze and spoke coldly.
"Martial artist"
Chen Mo answered without hesitation.
"Ah, so you're a martial artist. That's a pity for you. I'm a seventh-grade martial artist, and by my strength..."
"Don't waste time with words. It's only through trying that we can see your strength. You're just a seventh-grade martial artist, and you don't qualify to challenge me. Go all out, then."
Chen Mo said with some impatience.
Hearing this, Zhao Tian's face turned red with irritation. Being a scholar-martial artist is seen as naturally weak and with insufficient Qi and blood, a widely held belief. No matter how one trains, their strength won't be too great. Yet, he dared to be so arrogant.
"Alright, I was originally going to let you off the hook. But with what you said, I can't be merciful. So, brace yourself for my fist and foot."
Zhao Tian gave a cold snort and leaped out like a phantom, closing the distance to Chen Mo in an instant.
"Brother Zhao Tian is a top-notch talent among our inner-door disciples. He ranks eleventh on the Inner-Dwelling Celebrities List. That brat is so audacious; he truly doesn't know death."
"He's just a martial artist. I've heard that the cultivation of martial artists is extremely difficult. Moreover, for one to enter the Dao, it's no easy feat. It's even harder to surpass the nine grades. So, is he truly confident or just bluffing?"
"Haha, Kuoshan Sect once had a scholar-martial artist come here and cause trouble. Look at which one of them wasn't beaten black and blue by Brother Zhao Tian?"
"Brother Zhao Tian will definitely win."
...
A series of murmurs emanated from the disciples of Kuoshan Sect. As they saw Zhao Tian charge towards Chen Mo, the latter showing no signs of concern, the crowd already believed that Zhao Tian would definitely win.
However, as Zhao Tian's punch landed on Chen Mo's chest, the latter remained as immovable as an iron tower, while the former felt a sting in his fist.
"This……"
Zhao Tian was taken aback and stared at Chen Mo in surprise. In an instant, he retreated a few steps, afraid that Chen Mo might strike him.
Chen Mo remained still in his fighting stance, but a faint smile appeared on his face. "Are you scared?"
During these days of Qi and blood refinement, Chen Mo had completed the circulation of Qi and blood through all forty-eight small cycles in his meridians, fully activating his physique and bone power.
Although his Qi and blood have not been upgraded, his physical condition has already surpassed that of when he was resurrected. Relying solely on his flesh and blood, he can withstand a full-force attack from a sixth-grade martial artist, and even then, he does not need to use a single bit of his Qi or blood.
It is precisely because of this that Chen Mo darelessly challenged Zhao Tian, intending to test just how strong his actual abilities are on this young man.
Zuo Quan Sheng's face showed a touch of eagerness, his eyes blazing with excitement as he watched Chen Mo. He could feel that the latter had just withstood all the damage without using any Qi or blood, not even so much as frowning.
For three hundred years, the Three Thousand Dao of the Great Path has become a reality, but the Path of the Scholar-Martial Artist has been excluded, causing many scholar-martial artists to doubt their lives and even abandon this path; yet Zuo Quan Sheng has always believed in the Three Thousand Dao of the Dao Ancestor Chen Mo from three hundred years ago.
He said that every Dao is the strongest, how could the Path of the Scholar-Martial Artist be excluded from it?
Moreover, the Dao Ancestor Chen Mo also cultivated the Path of the Scholar-Martial Artist in the past.
"But Chen Mo, the Dao Ancestor who cultivated the Path of the Scholar-Martial Artist, didn't he also die at the hands of Qi martial artists?"
Whenever someone uses that argument to contradict him, Left Qian Sheng is always at a loss for words; the conflict between his faith and the unseen hope has caused him to repeatedly fall into confusion; but now, he finds more and more hope in Chen Mo.
"Who said I'm afraid? I just haven't prepared yet."
Zhao Tian stammered out a sentence, then rallied himself with a deep breath. A scholar-martial artist, after all, what's there to be afraid of? As he thought this, he regained his confidence and swung several punches at Chen Mo. Without exception, all the punches were firmly caught by the latter, who did not move an inch.
This time, Zhao Tian was completely stunned. Even his fellow disciples began to doubt him. With a fierce bite of his teeth, he unleashed a full force punch, focusing all his cultivation and strength on it. He then took a giant step forward and hammered the ground with all his might, causing the ground to crack open. The resounding blast of air from the collision of his Qi and the earth along with the terrifying storm caused by the collision of his Qi shocked everyone present.
However, just as Zhao Tian punched towards Chen Mo's chest again, Chen Mo casually deflected it and retaliated with a punch.
'Boom!' With a loud noise, Zhao Tian was sent flying out, spewing blood mist in the air. He fell to the ground, unconscious, a hundred meters away.
"Brother Zhao Tian"
The disciples around him all shouted in concern, then turned back to Chen Mo, their expressions harboring a hint of hostility.
"All stop"
Just as the disciples were about to confront Chen Mo with a fierce look for his actions against Zhao Tian, a middle-aged man in a white robe suddenly appeared on the mountain path.
"Seventh Elder."
Seeing the middle-aged man approaching, the disciples of Kuoshan Sect were filled with reverence and awe, calling him "Seventh Elder" in response. They then lowered their heads in embarrassment and retreated a few steps.
"I witnessed your duel just now, and I am deeply disappointed in you. Kuoshan Sect conducts its affairs with integrity and transparency. To lose is to lose, but how can you be so unscrupulous?"
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