Chapter 43: Chen Mo Takes the Stage

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  There is also a Sanpin Dan medicine 'Yang Mai Dan' that nourishes the meridians. This dan is also rare in Chongxuan City, and it's hard to find even with a thousand gold coins. Additionally, there are three thousand two taels of golden tickets, which you can spend at will, and a wooden plaque worth one thousand contribution points that can be exchanged for resources within the family.

  The reward is not to be said, the first place will be treated as a pillar of the family and cultivated, with priority access to various resources. The true intention is to motivate the Chen family's descendants to continuously strive for progress, cultivate themselves wholeheartedly, and bring glory to the family.

  He Lian Huo Wu was stunned, not expecting Chen Xuan to dare propose in public? This not only made her feel no emotion, but also made her extremely disgusted. Second brother hasn't come back, who has the time to care about Chen Xuan's feelings?

  She instantly turned cold as frost, and silently refused Chen Xuan with a slight tilt of her head.

  For a moment, there was a loud noise below. Indeed, Helian Fire Dance was quite beautiful and talented. But compared to the status of the Shuo tribe's leader, it was still far from enough. All sorts of discussions and strange words were circulating.

  The clan leader Chen Zhengfeng slightly furrowed his brow, wanting to say something at that moment.

  "I'll go ask the young master of the Shaolin Temple for guidance."

  Sonorous and powerful, a loud and clear sound came rolling in, majestic and sonorous like the peal of a bell, shaking the sky and resounding throughout the arena.

  Only a figure was seen, with arms outstretched and feet treading on the shoulders and heads of family juniors, rushing forward with a 'thud thud thud' sound. With a horizontal leap, his foot landed on a copper ring, standing alone on a bluestone platform, facing Chen Xuan.

  His clothes were tattered and worn out, but they couldn't hide his bright and clear eyes.

  At the same time, a piece of bluish stone came whirling over, bringing with it a gust of wind, and landed on the green stone platform. It then slowly crawled to the side of the bronze lion, yawned, and fell asleep. Recently, I've been rushing along the road in such a hurry.

  While everyone was stunned and speechless, they carefully distinguished that it was indeed Chen Mo.

  A burst of ridicule and mocking laughter, it turned out to be Chen Mo, that natural-born loser, the foolish kid who had achieved nothing in three years. What was he saying earlier about challenging Chen Xuan? How arrogant can you get, without even considering your own strength? It's truly a case of hitting a rock with an egg, seeking humiliation for yourself.

  There were also people welcoming and flattering Chen Xuan, shouting loudly for him not to be polite, severely beating that arrogant Chen Mo.

  There was only one person, who was suddenly overjoyed.

  As soon as He Lian Huo Wu saw Chen Mo, the tightly strung heartstrings suddenly relaxed, and tears welled up in her eyes. She stroked her chest, where her heart was still racing, and a sense of security washed over her, like an unripe fruit that had been ripened by the sun's rays, emitting a sweet fragrance that was irresistible.

  Second brother is back safely after all. As long as he's safe...

  Chen Xuan also looked at Chen Mo in surprise, with a sense of loss and reluctance, slowly withdrawing his palm. His face still had an unruffled expression, secretly sizing him up.

  Only to see Chen Mo, though his clothes were tattered and dusty, he stood like a towering green pine, majestic and unyielding, never bowing his head. His entire being exuded an aura of grandeur. Compared to a few months ago, he was like a different person. Unconsciously, I couldn't help but praise him in my heart - this Chen Mo had truly transformed into a dragon amidst the stormy weather.

  Chen Xuan gathered his thoughts, ignoring the commotion below the Qing Shi platform. A surge of passion and hot blood was stirred up, and he loudly declared: "Since Chen Mo is so interested, I'll play along with you, but don't expect me to show mercy."

  "Good." Chen Mo was fearless and hot-blooded: "You're indeed the young master of the Xiao family, this is exhilarating!"

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  Then, please give me more guidance. Although there were bursts of sarcastic laughter from under the stage, Chen Xuan, as the son of the tribe leader, was elegant and refined. He bowed with his hands clasped together, his slender body bent in a respectful salute, completely unassuming. Not a hint of arrogance like a spoiled rich kid, wearing a white robe, with clear eyebrows and eyes, he had the demeanor of a refined gentleman.

  When Chen Xuan spoke, the mocking voices from below gradually subsided. Seeing that even the clan leader was so humble, some people began to feel ashamed and realized that the gap between them and Chen Xuan was not just in terms of moves, but also in character. Everyone held their breath, carefully observing how the young clan leader would teach this arrogant young man a lesson.

  The clan leader Chen Zhengfeng was also satisfied with the demeanor shown by his beloved son Chen Xuan and nodded in approval.

  At this time, Chen Deshui's face was gloomy and his heart was turbulent. The spiritual master Liu Lei, who had been sent to kill him, hadn't actually succeeded in taking down that little brat? Was it possible that the kid was just so lucky that he managed to escape unscathed?

  "Also, please, Elder of the Minor Clan, correct me if I'm wrong." Chen Mo returned the courtesy, polite to the guest, but on the stage, life and death were decided by fate.

  Although they didn't make a move, the two people on the stage exchanged glances like two sharp knives, already sparking. As if provoking, or perhaps probing.

  The air around seemed to have stopped flowing as well, and the faint sound of breathing from the crowd below could be heard.

  Three months ago, Chen Xuan passed by Chen Mo's house and saw Chen Mo and the wicked servant of the Chen De family fighting. He only used a set of Diamond Fists and still managed to gain insight into the basics. Thinking about this, Chen Xuan's calm heart was as peaceful as water.

  Just by looking at him, his aura is restrained, as if he has already reached the high level of a spiritual master? His progress is indeed very fast, with a talented appearance, no wonder he dares to come and challenge himself.

  Unfortunately, even so, it is still far from being one's own opponent.

  Chen Xuan had already analyzed his opponent thoroughly. Although the arena was more refined than a street fight, they were still just fists and feet without any holds barred. If he ended up hurting him, it would only be because of his own lack of skill.

  Only the bloodstains on the Qing stone platform can finally prove the outcome of winning or losing.

  He raised one palm, and a pale blue aura instantly filled his entire hand. His palm seemed to be covered with a layer of frost. His expression, which was previously elegant and refined, turned solemn and serious. With a sudden burst of energy, he launched himself at Chen Mo, striking first.

  There is only one move that can defeat him, and let Helian Huoyan know who the real strong man is.

  "Waves washing away the sand!"

  This move belongs to the wave palm, similar to the diamond fist, both of which are ordinary techniques. Chen Xuan specializes in water-based techniques and has practiced diligently for many years, so his wave palm technique has already reached a small success level. Dealing with Chen Mo, who is far inferior to him, is more than enough.

  A pale blue wave of air burst forth from his palm, a fierce gust of wind that sounded like the roar of a dragon and the howl of a tiger. His body followed this flow of air, agile and nimble yet full of power, as he slapped Chen Mo with a single palm.

  "Xuan Er, at such a young age, has mastered the most ordinary and lower-level Wave Palm to such a pure level, it's truly rare and precious." After finishing speaking, several elderly men sitting on the high platform exchanged a glance, nodded their heads in satisfaction.

  Facing Chen Xuan's underestimation, Chen Mo was not affected at all, his expression calm and composed. After several months of training in the Qiu Long mountain range, he had experienced many battles big and small, and remained as still as an ancient well.

  Quickly urging the Great Brightness Spirit Seal within the Qi Sea, a hint of white intent's cyan mysterious energy ignited inside the body like surging waves. With a bow-shaped stance, he charged forward, and with one move, the Golden Vajra Opening Road exploded out, his iron-hard fists seeming to be an ancient dragon emerging from the sea, overbearing and powerful, full of strength.

  A loud "boom" sound.

  Both sides collided fiercely, amidst the crowd's bated breath, echoing through the air.

  "Whoa~", Chen Xuan fiercely retreated several steps, his arm felt numb as if struck by lightning, and it took him a few intense moments to barely regain consciousness.

  Chen Mo stood still, his face expressionless, as steady as a mountain.

  Chen Xuan stared at his opponent in extreme astonishment. A simple and unadorned Golden Fist had been executed with such power? It seemed that he had already reached the level of perfection. Apparently, he couldn't be underestimated.

  At the same time, under the stage, it was also a sensation. The young master of the Taoist sect was actually forced back several steps by Chen Xuan. What's going on? It wasn't until now that many people had the mind to size up Chen Mo.

  Look at his aura, it's long and strong, his breath is thick and heavy, he has already reached the peak of the Spiritual Disciple realm.

  Lingtu Pinnacle? A youth who hasn't even turned sixteen is already a Lingtu Pinnacle? This means he's even more talented than the young patriarch, right? For a moment, many people looked at Chen Mo with a gaze that was tinged with reverence.

  "Chen Mo, try this move of mine again!"

  Chen Mo's silence had instead stirred up Chen Xuan's fighting spirit, and a glimmer of excitement flashed in his calm eyes.

  In a flash, a palm cut out, the palm was no longer soft and weak, but from the ring finger to the edge of the hand, a layer of frost had formed, like a sharp blade, cutting through flesh, all insignificant. The knife-like palm shone brightly under the scorching sun, dazzlingly bright.

  As the young master of a minor clan, he naturally had an arrogant heart. Although he mastered high-level mystic techniques, Chen Mo used the inferior gold fist technique. How could he use high-level mystic techniques to bully people?

  It seems that Chen Xuan has made up his mind to use his inferior Xuan technique to counter Chen Mo's Diamond Fist.

  Chen Mo's figure flashed, his toes left the ground, and he lightly floated backwards and upwards, borrowing the rapidly flowing air current. This willow-leaf body method was used even more nimbly and effortlessly, barely avoiding this move by a hair's breadth.

  Not all of the descendants under Qing Shi Tai think so.

  "This little guy, I thought he had some ability, but after just one slap from the tribal leader, he started running for his life."

  "I don't believe he can get off the stage standing."

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  "Second brother, you're definitely going to make it." He Lian Huo's eyes sparkled with excitement, and not only had second brother come back alive, but his strength had also made such a huge breakthrough, which truly left her pleasantly surprised.

  Chen Zhengfeng, however, was calm and composed, as if he had complete confidence in his son. At the same time, he also praised Chen Mo's Golden Fist, which could display its powerful and overbearing power, making it extraordinary. Moreover, his mastery of the body method was not bad either, with a light and agile movement.

  At this time, Chen Mo ignored the discussions below and continued to tread on the mysterious steps, his body fluttering naturally like a willow catkin. As if every step he took contained the natural way of the wind blowing the willow catkins.

  Each punch and move is also a probe for timing, attacking where the opponent is not prepared.

  Both were top-notch spiritual practitioners, and in the blink of an eye, they exchanged blows at lightning speed.

  For a time, two figures flashed back and forth on the bluestone platform, bursting out in waves of energy from time to time, fighting evenly matched.

  Everyone on the stage was mesmerized. The Chen family was already fortunate to have a young talent like Chen Xuan, and Chen Mo was even younger and more promising.

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