Tiger Subduing Fist

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

The surrounding trainees were occupied with their own work and did not gather to watch, because they knew such tests were commonplace.

For trainees with resources, breakthroughs in blood qi were not difficult. The true challenge was breaking through to Bright Force. That was not merely an accumulation of blood qi, but a manifestation of the skill and explosive power with which it was wielded.

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

"Alright, time's up!"

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

Not only had Fang Mo held out, but his Tiger Subduing Stance was exceptionally 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 produce martial artists. That was an ironclad rule. With an impassive expression, he turned around. "Come with me!"

At those words, Fang Mo's heart surged with excitement. He stopped his Tiger Subduing Stance. The day he had waited so long for had finally arrived—he could finally come into contact with this world's martial arts.

It was not as though he had never tried the martial arts he had learned on Earth during this time. They only contained methods of exerting force, yet could not stir his blood qi.

They had the form, but not the spirit!

His steps became much lighter as he followed Miao Ping to the Merit Transmission Room.

Miao Ping handed him a thin fist manual—Tiger Subduing Fist.

Fang Mo accepted the manual with both hands, so excited that it felt as though it weighed ten thousand jin. He had waited a long time for this day.

Miao Ping said solemnly, "This is the Tiger Subduing Fist, the signature fist art of our Martial Hall!"

"This fist art was passed down from Dan Shi Mountain Buddhist Monastery. It is said to have been summarized and evolved from battling fierce tigers, which is why it is also called the Tiger Controlling Fist. Its movements are swift and fierce, its force hard and powerful. It contains fists, palms, fingers, claws, chops, strikes, grabs, and thrusts. Its transformations are subtle, its might inexhaustible, and it also possesses methods of driving force. Practicing it can enhance your cultivation. Observe carefully, and if there is anything you do not understand, you may ask me!"

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

"Read it here. Tell me once you are done!" Miao Ping waved a hand, his expression stern. "Remember, this hall's martial skills must not be passed on to outsiders, nor may the manuals be taken outside these premises. Any violation will be severely punished!"

"Yes, Senior Brother Miao. I'll remember that!" Fang Mo respectfully bowed again.

After Miao Ping left, Fang Mo began to study it carefully. Though the fist manual was only a dozen or so pages long and contained thirty-three moves, it was incomparably exquisite. More importantly, the book's essence lay in breathing and the use of blood qi.

He read through it again and again, then followed along and learned the moves. He had often watched the other trainees practice boxing during this period, so he had already picked up seven or eight parts out of ten.

Before long, he was performing the movements in the manual with some semblance of skill. Though he was still somewhat awkward, he could already execute an entire set of the fist art.

When he finished the sequence, the Bronze Mirror in his mind trembled, and golden words appeared.

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

Outside, Miao Ping was teaching the trainees boxing. After waiting for an hour without seeing Fang Mo come to ask him anything, he grew somewhat puzzled and came to the Martial Arts Hall.

He found Fang Mo already practicing the fist art, his movements looking quite convincing.

Miao Ping's face darkened. Fang Mo's lack of humility displeased him, and he sneered inwardly. Not asking? Then practice it yourself!

Fang Mo had no idea that he had already offended Miao Ping. He was simply immersed in practicing the fist art.

"Still the heart, calm the spirit, focus intent upon the Dantian; let breath run deep and long, gathering primal essence in unbroken flow. Inhale as though swallowing the waters of the Yangtze; exhale like a tiger's roar from a mountain peak. Internal force rises from waist and back, passes along meridians to pierce the fingertips. Store force like a fully drawn bow; release it like an arrow leaving the string..."

As he recited the Tiger Subduing Fist mnemonic in his heart, he practiced and pondered its meaning.

Once.

Twice.

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

At lunchtime, he returned the fist manual to Miao Ping and also asked several questions about cultivation that he wished to understand.

Miao Ping merely said indifferently, "Boxing comes from the heart. You still need to slowly experience it for yourself!" Then he dismissed him.

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

He would first practice stances, then practice boxing, alternating between the two.

That night, he trained continuously until eight o'clock, by which time the sky had gone dark.

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

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

He had already grasped the blood qi exertion techniques of the Tiger Subduing Fist.

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

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

Fang Mo let out a long breath. His eyes shone brightly, his face brimming with excitement.

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

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

Fang Mo decided to treat himself after all his hard work and didn't go to the Liu Family Steamed Bun Shop for buns.

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

He ate until nine before heading home.

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

Just as he reached the corner of the alley, he suddenly stopped.

There were voices ahead!

He quietly poked his head out to look and saw two gaudily dressed thugs smoking beneath the streetlamp by the wall of his courtyard.

"This is the place, right? We've been waiting forever. Why isn't that bastard back yet?"

"Relax! There's no way we got it wrong this time. I showed the photo to that old woman, and she said it was him!"

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

Fang Mo's heart abruptly tightened. Could they be looking for him?

Yue Jian had said that a gang was searching for him. After so long, he had thought the gang had already given up.

"Does that kid really have five million?"

"How could it be fake? The boss said it himself. This news came from the Fang family—how could it be false?"

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

Fang Mo's mind boomed. They really were here 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 away a few hundred thousand, it'll be enough for us to live it up for years!"

One of them said with a sinister laugh.

"Will the boss know what to do?"

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

"Heh heh, true enough. When the time comes, we toss him into the river—no body, no evidence!"

The two chuckled softly.

Fang Mo's eyes flickered, then killing intent suddenly burst from them. He adjusted his training uniform and walked into the alley.

At the sound of footsteps, the two immediately looked over, their hands reaching for their waists.

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

Fang Mo walked over to them, and both men stared at him.

"Little Fang!"

Fang Mo suddenly seemed to spot someone. His face lit up as he waved first.

The two immediately turned to look, and Fang Mo moved at that very moment.

Tiger Pouncing Form.

His feet kicked off the ground like a tiger springing forward, his body lunging out in an instant as his tiger claws pressed down toward the two men.

The instant they saw nothing there, they realized they had been tricked. At the same time, they felt the powerful aura and their faces changed drastically. They reached for their waists, trying to draw their knives.

But they were too late!

His tiger claws struck their chests, the muffled impact like distant thunder.

The two spat blood as they flew backward, crashing into the wall with muffled groans, their heads spinning from the blow.

Tiger Step Knee Strike!

Having succeeded with one move, Fang Mo shifted his feet and caught up, driving a knee into one man's chest.

Bones cracked. His heart was instantly shattered, and blood sprayed from his mouth.

"No..."

The other man was terrified and was about to scream.

Crack! Fang Mo's tiger claw clamped around his throat, choking off his voice. "Make another sound, and I'll take your life!"

The man nodded frantically, his eyes filled entirely with terror.

"What faction are you from?"

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

"Da... Da Feng... Gang!"

Crack! Fang Mo suddenly tightened his grip, instantly crushing the thug's throat.

The thug's eyes filled with disbelief and despair. Both hands clutched his neck as blood spilled from his mouth, his body slowly sliding down.

Fang Mo's breathing was rapid, but his eyes were bright. Two burly men had crumbled before him like deadwood.

And this was before reaching Bright Force. How terrifying would it be once he entered Bright Force?

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

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

Qin Lang's lackey, Yang Jihua—his family was the Great Wind Gang's backer. It was a gang from the East District. The only reason they had come here was on Qin Lang's orders, which was why he had shown no mercy.

This concerned his own safety. He had no choice but to kill them.

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

He looked around and, seeing no one, 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 tossed the two bodies onto the pile of rubbish by the back door.

He knew this was East Sea Gang territory, a place with all sorts of people coming and going, where hooligans frequently fought bloody battles. With two gang members dead here, the Public Security Bureau would not pay much attention; they would only take it for a gang vendetta.

After disposing of the bodies, he returned to the small courtyard. Just as usual, he ate when it was time to eat, then stood in stance and practiced his punches.

But without medicinal liquid and Exotic Beast Meat to help him, he could not recover quickly, and his progress had clearly slowed.

The appearance of those little 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 get medicinal liquid and Exotic Beast Meat.

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