Tiger Subduing Fist

Fang Mo stood quietly in stance, his body like an old tree with roots coiled deep into the earth—steady and profound.

The trainees around him went about their own business without gathering to watch, because they knew such tests were commonplace.

For trainees with resources, breaking through in vitality and blood was not difficult. The true challenge was breaking through to Ming Jin. That was not merely an accumulation of vitality and blood, but a manifestation of the skill and explosive force with which it was used.

When Ding Zhiyuan saw Fang Mo hold on easily for half an hour, he was reassured and went off to train as well.

"Alright, time's up!"

Miao Ping stopped the timer in his hand, surprise still lingering in his eyes.

Not only had Fang Mo lasted, but his Tiger Subduing Stance was extremely standard—better than that of most people in the front courtyard.

Even so, he still did not think highly of Fang Mo.

Mortal Bone could not become martial artists. That was an ironclad rule. Expressionless, he turned around. "Come with me!"

Hearing this, Fang Mo was thrilled. He stopped his Tiger Subduing Stance. He had finally waited for this day—he could now come into contact with this world's martial arts.

It was not as though he had not tried the martial arts he had learned on Earth during this time. They only had methods of exerting force, yet could not drive vitality and blood.

They had the form, but not the spirit!

Even his steps became much lighter as he followed Miao Ping to the Skill Transfer Room.

Miao Ping handed him a thin Fist Manual—Tiger Subduing Fist.

Fang Mo accepted the Fist Manual with trembling hands. It felt as though it weighed ten thousand jin. He had waited so long for this day.

Miao Ping said solemnly, "This is our Martial Hall's foundational Fist Technique, Tiger Subduing Fist!"

"This Fist Technique was passed down from Danshi Mountain Buddhist Monastery. It is said to have been derived from the experience of battling fierce tigers, which is why it is also called Tiger Taming Fist. Its movements are swift and fierce, powerful and forceful. It includes fists, palms, fingers, claws, chops, strikes, grabs, and thrusts. Its transformations are subtle, its might endless. It also has methods for driving force; practicing it can increase one's skill. Observe carefully, and ask me if there is anything you do not understand!"

Suppressing the joy in his heart, Fang Mo hurriedly said, "Thank you, Senior Brother Miao!"

"You can read it here. Tell me when you're finished!" Miao Ping waved his hand, his expression stern. "Remember, the Martial Hall's martial skills must not be passed on, and the manuals must not be taken out of the Training Hall. Any violation will be severely punished!"

"Yes, Senior Brother Miao. I'll remember it!" Fang Mo bowed respectfully once more.

After Miao Ping left, he began studying it carefully. Although the Fist Manual had only a dozen or so pages and thirty-three moves,

it was incomparably exquisite. Its essence lay in the use of breathing and vitality and blood.

He read through it over and over, then followed along to learn. During this time, he had often watched the other trainees practice their fists, so he had already picked up seven or eight parts out of ten.

Before long, he was performing the movements from the Fist Manual with convincing form. Though he was still somewhat unfamiliar with them, he could already execute a complete set of Fist Technique.

When he completed the set, the Bronze Mirror in his mind trembled, and golden words appeared.

[Tiger Subduing Fist: Beginner Practice (1/100)]

Miao Ping was outside teaching the trainees their Fist Technique. After waiting for an hour without seeing Fang Mo come to ask him anything,

he grew somewhat puzzled and came to the Training Hall.

He saw Fang Mo already practicing his fists, his movements looking quite convincing.

Miao Ping's expression darkened. Fang Mo's lack of humility displeased him, and he sneered inwardly. If you won't ask, then practice it yourself!

Fang Mo had no idea that he had already offended Miao Ping. He was simply immersed in practicing his fists.

"Still the heart, calm the spirit, set intent in the Dantian; breathe deep and long, gather origin in one stream. Inhale as if swallowing the Yangtze's waters; exhale like a tiger roaring from a mountaintop. Inner force rises from waist and back, following channels and meridians to pierce the fingertips. When storing force, be like a fully drawn bow; when releasing force, like an arrow leaving the string..."

As he recited the Tiger Subduing Fist mnemonic in his heart, he practiced and comprehended the technique.

Once.

Twice.

As his proficiency increased, his understanding of the fist deepened, and the movements gradually became more familiar.

At lunch, he returned the Fist Manual to Miao Ping and asked several questions about cultivation that he wanted answered.

Miao Ping merely said coolly, "Fist practice comes from the heart. You still need to comprehend it yourself, slowly!" Then he dismissed him.

Fang Mo could sense Miao Ping's poor attitude, and he had no intention of pressing a warm face against cold indifference. So he continued cultivating on his own.

He first practiced his stance, then practiced his fists, alternating back and forth.

That night, he kept practicing until eight o'clock, when the sky had already gone dark.

[Tiger Subduing Fist: Beginner Practice (10/100)]

Although it had only risen by 10 points, he could clearly feel that his strength had undergone a qualitative leap.

He had already grasped the vitality-and-blood force technique of Tiger Subduing Fist.

He went to the sandbag, sank his shoulder and dropped his elbow, then violently twisted his waist and threw a punch, using force to drive his vitality and blood.

Bang!

His fist slammed into the sandbag, sending the three-hundred-jin iron-sand bag swinging half a meter high.

Hoo!

Fang Mo let out a long breath. His eyes shone brightly, and his face was full of excitement.

In his previous life, with a three-hundred-jin iron-sand bag, let alone sending it swinging, even making it sway would have been difficult.

He felt that with his current strength, fighting a whole class of his former self would be easy. They simply were not on the same level.

Fang Mo decided to reward himself for his hard work and did not go to Liu Family Steamed Bun Shop to buy buns.

Instead, he found a small restaurant, ordered two meat dishes, and drank two bottles of beer.

He ate until nine before returning home.

The lights in the alley were dim and hazy. At this hour, there was already no one around, making it exceptionally quiet.

Just as he reached the corner where he was about to turn into the alley, he suddenly stopped.

There were voices ahead!

He quietly poked his head out and looked over. Two gaudily dressed thugs were standing beneath the streetlamp beside the entrance to his courtyard, smoking.

"This is the place, right? We've been waiting half the day, and that bastard still isn't back?"

"Don't worry! This time there's no way it's wrong. I showed the old woman the photo, and she said it was him!"

"We can't get it wrong this time. If we do, we'll get chewed out again!"

Hearing this, Fang Mo's heart suddenly tightened. Could they be looking for me?

Yue Jian had said that gangs were looking for him. After so long, he had thought the gangsters had already given up.

"That kid really has five million?"

"How could that be fake? The gang leader said it himself. This news came from the Fang Family—how could it be false?"

"That's true! He used to be the Eldest Young Master Fang!"

Fang Mo's head boomed. They really were looking for him. A dangerous glint suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"Once we catch him, we'll interrogate him properly and squeeze the money out of him. If we secretly stash a few hundred thousand, that'll be enough for the two of us to live it up for years!"

One of them gave a sinister laugh.

"What about the boss?"

"Are you stupid? Didn't the boss say we only need to dispose of him without anyone knowing?"

"Hehe, true enough. Then we can toss him into the river—dead men tell no tales!"

The two men chuckled quietly.

Fang Mo's eyes flickered. Then killing intent burst from them. He straightened his training uniform and walked into the alley.

At the sound of footsteps, the two men immediately looked over and reached for their waists.

When they saw Fang Mo's training uniform, they froze slightly, then immediately relaxed.

Fang Mo walked up beside them. Both men stared at him.

"Little Fang!"

Fang Mo suddenly looked as though he had spotted someone. Delight flashed across his face as he waved first.

The two men immediately turned to look. At that instant, Fang Mo moved.

Tiger Pounce Style.

His feet kicked off the ground like a tiger's, and his body lunged out in an instant. His pair of tiger claws pressed down toward the two men.

The two men saw nothing there and immediately realized they had been fooled. At the same time, they felt a powerful aura. Their faces changed drastically as they reached for their waists, trying to draw their knives.

But it was too late!

Bang!

The tiger claws struck their chests, the muffled impact like thunder trapped beneath clouds.

The two men sprayed blood as they flew backward, crashing into the wall with muffled groans, their minds spinning.

Tiger Step Knee Strike!

After succeeding with one move, Fang Mo shifted his feet and pursued. He drove a knee into one man's chest.

The sound of bones breaking rang out. His heart was instantly shattered, and blood sprayed from his mouth.

"No..."

The man tried to scream in terror.

Pfft! Fang Mo's tiger claw seized his throat, crushing his voice at once. "Make another sound, and I'll take your life!"

The man nodded in terror, his eyes filled entirely with fear.

"What force are you from?"

Fang Mo asked in a low voice, loosening his fingers slightly.

"G-Great Wind... Gang!"

Crack! Fang Mo's claw suddenly tightened. In an instant, the thug's throat was crushed.

The thug's eyes filled with disbelief and despair. Both hands clutched at his throat as blood poured from his mouth, and his body slowly slid down.

Fang Mo's breathing was hurried, but his eyes shone brightly. Two burly men had crumbled before him like dead wood.

This was before he had even reached Ming Jin. How terrifying would he become after entering Ming Jin?

Whether it was because his two lives had fused or because his heart had hardened, he was remarkably calm as he looked at the two corpses.

The moment they mentioned the Great Wind Gang, he knew who was behind this.

Qin Lang's lackey, Yang Jihua, had the Great Wind Gang as his family's backing. It was a gang from East City District. The only reason they had come here was because Qin Lang had sent them, which was why Fang Mo had struck to kill.

This concerned his safety. He had to kill them.

Once his whereabouts were exposed, he feared he would never have another peaceful day.

He looked around but found no one. He picked up the two corpses and carefully made his way through the alley.

Fortunately, this was a slum district with few surveillance cameras. Avoiding the lit areas, he passed through two quiet alleys and arrived behind a nightclub.

He threw the two bodies onto the pile of garbage by the back door.

He knew this area belonged to the East Sea Gang. All sorts of people mixed here, and thugs often fought bloody battles. Two gang members dying here would not attract the Public Security Bureau's attention; it would only be treated as a gang vendetta.

After disposing of the bodies, he returned to the small courtyard. As usual, he ate dinner, then practiced his stance and Fist Technique.

Only, without Medicinal Liquid and Exotic Beast Meat to help him, he could not recover quickly, and his progress noticeably slowed.

The appearance of the small-time thugs gave Fang Mo a sense of crisis.

He knew that if he wanted to speed up his progress, he had to find a way to obtain Medicinal Liquid and Exotic Beast Meat.