Chapter Nineteenth: Crushing the Running Dogs

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  The running dogs were shocked and dared not show any more disdain, shouting and punching each other in an instant, with energy overflowing everywhere.

  Chen Mo stood still in a peculiar posture, as if he were a towering tree with its roots firmly planted into the earth. He launched the classic defensive move of the Wooden Style, "Eternal Youth".

  His legs were as stable as a mountain, his upper body swaying gently in the wind, as if he had merged with the earth to form an unbreakable, unified defense.

  "Slap!" "Slap!"

  Those fists and palms that came from all directions, for a time, were actually unable to break through Chen Mo's defense. It was as if no matter how the wind blew or the rain poured down, with lightning flashing and thunder booming, I remained steadfast and unyielding, calm and majestic, using stillness to respond to all changes.

  Chen Mo's fist collided with a loud crash, and the ferocity of his power and killing intent could be heard. In the midst of their intense clash, Chen Mo's fists were as solid as porcelain, pounding and striking with unrelenting force, like the six arms of Vajra appearing out of thin air, each punch landing with the weight of a hammer or cannon.

  After several rounds, each of them had a swollen face and bruised nose, teeth falling out, crooked noses and slanted eyes, mouths bleeding, displaying various classic pig-head poses, clutching their faces in agony, those who refused to concede surrounded them once again.

  A dog leg that had just trampled on Chen Huan's hand, together with the sharp-mouthed monkey cheek, were of the same kind, both being treacherous. Taking advantage of Chen Mo using the Evergreen to stabilize his body, he took the opportunity to make a sweeping kick at Chen Mo's thigh, wanting to break the stable lower base. The thigh was like colliding with an iron pillar, the force rebounded, and with a "crack", this person's leg bone shattered, falling to one side.

  He was immediately punched in the head by Chen Mo, and suddenly five thunders exploded on his head. His brain was like a ripe pomegranate that suddenly burst open, revealing the bright red pomegranate seeds inside.

  Chen Mo lifted one foot, his bare foot heavily trampling down, fresh blood and brains flowing freely. The man let out a low, suppressed groan, more terrifying than a scream, as if he was swallowing blood and choking on flesh, stifling the sound in his throat, his head hung low, dead to the world.

  "You stepped on my brother, I'll step on you too. And after stepping on you, I still find it dirty." Chen Mo's handsome face, with eyes as sharp as knives, wiped his light feet, covered in dirt, clean on this person's body.

  Those who bully the weak and fear the strong will eventually experience being trampled by others themselves.

  Xu Hao felt a chill run down his spine, but he had seen this kind of battle many times before. In the blink of an eye, it was always the strong who had the final say. Chen Mo's strength had indeed increased, but being strong was still not synonymous with him.

  Some of the dogs that hadn't fallen yet hesitated and slowed down in terror. They turned their heads to look at Xu Hao, who raised an eyebrow, making them call out in despair. Xu Hao was a person who would retaliate with a vengeance, as venomous as a snake. If they gave up halfway, not only would they not get any benefits, but they would also invite a whole body of bad luck.

  Today I kicked the iron plate, and there's nothing to do but punch forward. Just wait for a life-and-death struggle to turn danger into safety. Although Chen Mo is fierce, he is not three-headed and six-armed after all.

  Chen Mo's eyebrows furrowed, still using the same Golden Fist technique to open the way. A dog leg, also practicing Golden Fist, had been training for some years as well. Ignoring the pain on his face, he swung his fist with the same Golden Fist technique, stepping forward and striking Chen Mo's fist with a loud crash.

  Chen Mo didn't dodge at all, and with a punch, the two men's fists exploded into a crimson splatter.

  Their strength was almost equal, Chen's eyes flashed coldly, his feet stomped on the thousand-year-old greenery, unmoving. His fists flew out like a string of pearls, rapidly striking out overlapping fist shadows, the sound of firecrackers exploding incessantly, 'pa pa pa'. With each rapid collision of his fists, the enemy's fist bones cracked more severely, turning into a cotton ball and being defeated.

  Faced with the momentum of a thousand troops, like a furious Vajra fist, gradually unable to resist. The forehead hurts and sweats profusely, all hand bones are crushed into sand-like fragments, both hands are disabled, and they retreat in a hurry to escape.

  Chen Mo somehow managed to let him escape, waiting for an opportunity to strike with all his might, punching him in the neck, instantly spewing blood foam, his neck cracking and breaking, and he fell to the ground like a dead dog.

  "Who's next to die!"

  Chen's eyes swept across with a cold and fierce gaze, his reddened fist clenched tightly.

  Such a desperate move shocked those who were attached to Xu Hao and the running dogs who wanted to take advantage of it.

  Xu Hao's eyes widened in shock, his dark face twitching with surprise. He thought to himself, what kind of wild ginseng had this kid eaten in the small cave? In just three days, he couldn't believe the transformation, a single move of the Golden Fist Opening the Road, executed with such grandeur and momentum, taking the low-level introductory Golden Fist technique and turning it into a breathtaking display, so smooth and precise, it was clear that he had practiced tirelessly, grasping the majestic and powerful atmosphere of the Golden Fist.

  No way, even if it's just a glimpse of the entrance, the power shouldn't be this strong, right?

  One move is refreshing, eating all over the sky. However, with just this one move, no matter how big a show you put on, it's still nothing to write home about. The Golden Road Opening Move consumes spiritual energy at an alarming rate, and this kid is straightforward, how long can he last? What a reckless kid.

  They had expected that Chen Mo's current aura, which seemed to be the Wood Xuan Qi, had already transformed into the Bright Xuan Qi. Although it was still at a low level and impure, its power had already begun to show signs of being extraordinary.

  At this time, outside the courtyard wall, there were two people, one master and one servant, who came hastily. The anxious one tiptoed to peek through the courtyard wall to see what was happening inside, just in time to see Chen Mo unleash his fury and slaughter his enemies. Among them, that young man, dressed in white brocade, with a clear and handsome appearance, his face radiant with spirit, almost applauded for Chen Mo. That iron-like physique, powerful strength, and surging power - could this really be the useless Chen Mo? After being shocked, he regained his composure, looking thoughtful.

  He suddenly turned his clear eyes, and his heart was shaken. He couldn't help but be attracted to the red figure in front of him, who was gentle and beautiful, and he kept staring at her frequently.

  Only to see the other side, He Lian Huo Wu, a glance at Chen Mo, his fists bursting with power and ferocity, killing the running dog, his heart was extremely excited. The great regret that had been shackled in Er Ge's heart for so long was finally broken, and the three years of hard work and effort seemed to have been compensated in an instant, also stirring up a sense of pride in himself, he too wanted to keep pace with him, not fall behind Er Ge.

  He Lian Huo Wu gazed at the sharp-mouthed monkey's gloomy smile, with a look of petty triumph. She lifted her slender leg, urged on by the mysterious energy, like a red lotus bursting forth in dazzling splendor. With one hand protecting her dantian and the other extending a vertical palm towards him, she seemed to be challenging his stance, striking the sharp-mouthed monkey's face with a patch of darkened skin.

  He stared at the sharp-mouthed monkey, his black mouth twisted in a sinister grin. He thought about how Helian Fire Dance had exhausted its Xuan Qi and suffered heavy injuries, making this an absolutely winnable battle for himself. The bony chicken claw-like hand was emitting a wisp of flame, also cultivating fire-attribute Xuan Qi. However, amidst the flames, a thread of chaotic smoke was hidden within, clearly showing that his Xuan Qi was impure and inferior.

  He flipped his palm, and a person flew up, his palm passing over He Lian Huo Wu's small white hand in front of him. He wanted to retaliate with the same trick, making a vicious direct attack on He Lian Huo Wu's bright red lips. He thought he would tease her first, let her taste some bitter fruit first. Let her know that a fallen phoenix is not as good as a chicken.

  "This is the first kick that Big Brother received." He Lian Huo Wu's chin rose, and he lifted his foot. With a flick of his wrist, his arm wrapped around Tian Zui Hou's like a snake, and his palm slapped down with a "pa" sound, striking Tian Zui Hou's right cheek with the scorching hot center of his palm. Instantly, a patch of charred skin appeared. Tian Zui Hou clutched at his face in pain, stumbling backward two steps. How was it possible for He Lian Huo Wu to recover so quickly?

  In fear, the sharp-mouthed monkey quickly retreated with a palm, but ultimately couldn't compare to He Lianhuo's agile movements. All that could be heard was her soft cry: "This is the second foot that Big Brother has been trampled by."

  Another "slap" hit him on the left cheek, a patch of charred skin and blood-stained teeth flew out, the sharp-mouthed monkey let out a loud cry and scurried away with its head in its hands.

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