Chapter 45: Vajra Subdues the Demon

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  The whole body's mysterious energy converges, and the whirlwind around itself gradually strengthens its rotation. The whirlwind spins more and more fiercely, a powerful and majestic move is about to be unleashed.

  Chen Mo's face was calm and serene, his eyes slightly closed as he regulated his breathing. A drop of green liquid emerged from the sea of consciousness, merging with the radiant primordial energy, gently nourishing his injured meridians and internal organs.

  "What's wrong with this kid, has he given up?" Seeing Chen Mo like this, the people below were whispering and discussing in a low voice.

  Chen Xuan's figure flashed, a fierce and unparalleled lightning whirlwind swept towards Chen Mo fiercely. The tornado that could tear flesh apart was like a bloodthirsty monster, and anyone who was sucked in would definitely be killed or injured.

  In an instant, Chen Mo suddenly opened his eyes wide.

  Facing the mighty whirlwind that came head-on, Chen Mo did not dodge or defend himself, but instead used his willow cat body method to actively jump towards the dragon vortex with suction force.

  "Ah, you're too reckless!" Chen Xuan saw that he was acting out of character, and his physical approach was undoubtedly a path to certain death. Although startled in his heart, he still used all his strength and didn't show any mercy. Because this move was unleashed, even he himself couldn't control it.

  "Ah?" The crowd under the stage also widened their mouths in shock, stretching their necks to the limit, wondering why Chen Mo was being so radical, it was simply self-destructive. At the same time, many people also showed sympathetic expressions.

  "He's really crazy."

  "Yes, he's really crazy."

  He Lian Huo Wu was shocked by Er Ge's actions, her face pale and panicked. She knew Er Ge's personality, although quiet and taciturn, he had a stubbornness that went deep into his bones. Moreover, even if she jumped onto the stage to save him despite all sorts of criticism, it would already be too late.

  Several elders saw this scene, almost at the same time also stood up from their chairs. Based on Chen Mo's earlier Golden Fist strength and cultivation, he was at least one of the top three talented young men in the family. If he were to be crippled or die, wouldn't that be a great pity?

  Unfortunately, a family has its own rules. On the martial arts arena, no one can interfere arbitrarily.

  Chen Mo let out a low grunt, and under the powerful tornado's suction, he was spun around twice at the periphery before being pulled into the vortex. Suddenly, he felt dizzy and disoriented, as if the sun and moon had lost their light. He felt his limbs were being torn apart, with an excruciating pain that pierced his heart, and his meridians were being severed one by one. Yet, Chen Mo, who had endured many hardships, still gritted his teeth and refused to yield.

  You can knock me down, but you can't knock me out. Chen Mo has already etched this sentence into his heart after experiencing life and death tests.

  The humiliation at home has not been washed away, and the wound of the elder brother has not healed. As the pillar of the family, how can you fall down?

  Although his body was still in the vortex, like being cut by thousands of knives, he was looking for an opportunity. Looking for a fatal blow to destroy it.

  Jīn gāng fú mó is his ultimate killing move. However, with his current state, he can only use it once at most. If it doesn't succeed, then he'll be finished.

  Suddenly, another angry roar from Chen Xuan came into his ears.

  "Surging waves crash!"

  Chen Xuan was in the center of the whirlpool, spinning at high speed, with his palms open, as if dancing with the wind and waves, striking the water in the middle of the current. In the center of his palm, a stream of water was being pulled, although it was soft and gentle, but it was full of hidden strength, and he struck Chen Mo's chest that was exposed to his line of sight without any reservation.

  In his vortex, every place is his own willful attack range. Anyone who dares to jump in is simply seeking death. Even if he has practiced the defensive Evergreen to its extreme, it would still be absolutely unable to withstand him.

  The shocking wave that Chen Mo had previously witnessed was also the move that sent Chen Bo flying, with a powerful force that directly defeated the invincible Chen Bo.

  It's an opportunity.

  Suddenly, the silence was broken by a burst of fierce gaze, and a sharp light shot out from his eyes, as if his soul had been sublimated. A loud roar shook the nine heavens, and at the same time, a strange and powerful move appeared on his fist, perfectly displayed in his rapidly rotating body.

  "Kung Fu Devil!"

  Jin Gang Fumo, it is exactly Chen Mo in the mountain cave will Taohuang's Thunder Road fist intent, merged with Jin Gang Quan's moves, creating a unique and mysterious technique. Although the move is immature, yet it is exceptionally fierce and overbearing, this move makes out, as if heaven and earth can be eclipsed by its power. The group of demons were annihilated.

  Outside, the people were blinded by the airflow of the tornado, so they couldn't see what was going on inside. When Chen Mo let out a loud shout, everyone was both shocked and curious - had this young man burst forth with new energy? What was it that made this young man so unyieldingly resilient?

  "Bang~" Another crisp and clean sound of fist and palm collision, piercing through the entire tornado, echoing throughout the sky. Like a thunderbolt piercing through the thick clouds, rumbling like the earth was split open.

  The news spread to everyone's ears, and they couldn't help but tremble with fear, their hearts racing, each of them stunned, their eyes wide open. They stared intently at the whirlwind, guessing whether Chen Mo had been beaten out, fallen to the ground, and died vomiting blood.

  Only Helián Huǒwǔ closed her eyes tightly, praying incessantly in her heart. The delicate and beautiful face was tense with anxiety, really pitiful to behold.

  Above the entire arena, a dark cloud loomed, strong winds rose, and inside the whirlwind, after a loud crash, the vortex suddenly stopped, and everyone's eyes widened as they tried to find their figures.

  "What? This, this, how is this possible?"

  "This is impossible!"

  Chen Xuan flew backward, his waist hitting the bronze lion before he finally came to a stop. He leaned against the bronze lion, spitting out a mouthful of blood that splattered on the bluestone platform, his face deathly pale.

  Chen Mo stood still, his lips tightly closed, standing in the center of the stage, like a statue of Vajra, unshakeable and motionless. No one knew that he was clenching his mouth, forcing back the blood that was about to spurt out.

  Jin Gang's power is strong enough, but as a spiritual master, Chen Xuan's strength is also explosive and difficult to deal with.

  For a moment, the entire audience was silent. Everyone's eyeballs were about to fall to the ground. Just now, Chen clearly had an absolute advantage, but after he jumped in and used a strange move, how did he turn the tide of battle and turn defeat into victory? What on earth is the reason for this, it really makes people shocked and amazed.

  "What, what kind of dark technique is this?" After spitting out a big mouthful of blood, Chen Xuan slowly got up, his face full of surprise. What made him even more astonished was that although he had the absolute upper hand, how could he be beaten to such a state by just one punch? His whole body felt like it had been violently struck by a huge boulder, his entire body shattered, his internal organs churning restlessly.

  How is this possible? He was clearly already a Spirit Master, how could he be beaten into a severe injury? How is this possible?

  Chen Mo was also unbearable, feeling as if his entire skeletal system had been shattered by a whirlwind, with cold sweat pouring down, and the heart-wrenching pain of being sucked into the vortex still ravaging his nerves. However, compared to Chen Xuan, he still had a thread of energy left to stand up. Because in his bright and mysterious aura, a drop of green liquid was constantly repairing his damaged meridians, flesh, and internal organs.

  "Boom!"

  Chen Xuan fell to the ground, struggling to get up. However, the violent power of the Golden Vajra Demon Subduing Seal had already left him severely injured, his meridians ruptured.

  The entire arena was silent. No one dared to mock or ridicule Chen Mo anymore. At this moment, a miracle was born. Who could still stand in the center of the arena despite the overwhelming disparity in strength? Even those with biased hearts couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for Chen Mo's unyielding determination and refusal to give up.

  Both of them were at the end of their rope.

  A layer of extremely faint and subtle aura gathered in Chen Xuan's palm, almost invisible to the naked eye.

  The remaining light of Chen Mo's Xuan Qi was scarce, but he couldn't afford to lose. He swallowed the mouthful of fresh blood, and his bloody fist slowly clenched. His scarlet eyes stared tightly at Chen Xuan. With a thousand years of eternal and unyielding will, his spirit was as firm as a mountain that could not be shaken by wind or thunder.

  The Shaolin Abbot began to condense the mysterious energy once again, while Chen Mo could only pant heavily. The crowd's eyes lit up with excitement as it became clear that whoever managed to land a move would win the match. The Abbot's move was already taking shape in his palm, ready to be unleashed at any moment.

  Chen Xuan Gang wanted to exert his strength, but the layer of mysterious energy seemed to have encountered a strong high temperature, and it instantly evaporated into thin air, leaving no trace.

  Chen Xuan lowered his head, panting heavily. Although he had lost the upper hand, he could see that his opponent was recovering, while he himself had exhausted all his strength. Continuing to fight would be meaningless now.

  Chen Xuan raised his head with great difficulty, using the last of his strength, and clasped his fists at his chest to pay respects, saying: "Chen Mo, you win." In his words, a hint of indescribable bitterness.

  But still with elegance.

  "You won!"

  Chen Mo felt a sense of relief, as if he had finally put down a heavy burden on his back. Although he was extremely surprised in his heart, he no longer had the strength to make any extra celebratory movements. He almost fainted and stumbled, but fortunately, he managed to hold on...

  At this moment, all sounds ceased, no one made a sound, they all stretched their necks and tiptoed, concentrating their attention.

  On the bluestone platform, bloodstains were scattered everywhere, like a carefree and bold poem painting. Standing on it were two iron-boned youths, their tattered clothes unable to conceal their respective elegance. One, though defeated, still exuded an aura of pride, radiating a vibrant energy that stirred the hearts of the younger generation of the Chen family, evoking unprecedented passion. The other created a legendary tale, with unyielding confidence and unwavering determination, deeply etched in everyone's heart.

  The air of pride and humility emanating from his eyebrows, like a jade that has been dusty for a long time, suddenly shines with a radiant light. With a subtle change in his expression, the colors are resplendent, illuminating the most brilliant youth among the countless waterfalls on the Qing Shi platform over the past hundred years.

  The turtle, Xiao Ba, who was sleeping beside him for the first time, was not tempted by the spiritual elixir, stretched out his head and smiled, with a hint of pride in his shining eyes, celebrating and cheering for his master.

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