Chapter 650 Hidden Injury and Chronic Illness
"Since you're here, why hide your head and show your tail? Do you still want me to treat you?"

Chai Xin casually threw Murong Fu, who had lost his ability to move, to the ground, stood with his hands behind his back, looked straight ahead, and spoke calmly and loudly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the night fell silent. Apart from the sound of the breeze blowing through the wilderness, there was no other sound, as if there were only him and Murong Fu around.

Murong Fu, who was lying on the ground, had a look of suspicion on his face. His acupoints were pressed and he could not turn his neck, but his eyes were still rolling around as he looked at the dark wilderness.

But even with his insight, he didn't see any movement nearby.

For a moment, he couldn't help but think to himself: "Is this kid too cautious and deliberately creating confusion? Or is there really a powerful enemy coming? If he really runs into an enemy, maybe I can still have a chance of survival..."

At this time, a hint of sarcasm appeared on Chai Xin's face. He glanced at a big tree behind him, then flicked his fingers, and suddenly a stone came from nowhere and flew out of the air.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the stone hit the big tree at the back. There was a loud "bang", but it was not the tree that was pierced, but the entire tree, as thick as a man's embrace, was directly broken in half by the stone!

The huge tree, which was about a foot long, was completely reduced to powder, and then collapsed with a loud bang, smashing towards the rear.

Seeing this scene, Murong Fu's eyes almost popped out. Recalling the thoughts that flashed through his mind when he dodged Chai Xin's stone, he couldn't help but be horrified.

At that time, he still thought that Chai Xin only relied on sneak attack to gain a slight advantage by chance.

But now looking at the power of the other party's finger snap, he immediately realized that the other party had shown mercy before.

If Chai Xin had used the same force as he did now when throwing the stone just now, there would be no chance of him surviving and his head would have exploded and he would have died on the spot!

Then, Murong Fu saw that at the moment the big tree exploded, a tall and thin figure actually appeared from behind the tree.

He was a man wearing a grey coarse monk's robe, with grey hair less than an inch long, seemingly an old monk. His face was covered with a grey veil, revealing only a pair of bright eyes that were totally inconsistent with his age.

"I never thought that there would be such a young and top-notch expert in the world."

Although the old monk was attacked suddenly, he did not look embarrassed at all. He slowly took a few steps forward and looked at Chai Xin with amazement in his eyes.

Chai Xin glanced at him, was silent for a moment, then smiled, with a hint of joy in his tone: "You came at the right time."

The old monk in gray robe was startled when he heard this, and raised his eyebrows and asked, "What do you mean? Do you recognize me?"

"It doesn't matter whether you recognize me or not. What matters is that your skills are very good. Really good. I'm very happy."

Chai Xin was telling the truth. When he saw the gray-robed old monk take a step sideways from behind the exploded tree, he realized that the other party's martial arts skills were very high.

At least looking at the contemporary world, whether it is the Jin and Qing Dynasties, the Mongolian Liao Dynasties, or the Song Dynasty, this person can be ranked among the top 20 - he must be an unparalleled master, higher than the Five Supremes!

However, his current skills have reached a certain bottleneck. No matter how many warriors below the Five Supremes there are, it will be difficult for him to make further progress.

Now I was worrying about how to find some masters at the level of the Five Absolutes - and they cannot be good people - but I didn't expect that a master who was higher than the Five Absolutes would come to my doorstep.

Judging from the attire of this grey-robed old monk, his appearance at this time, and his superb martial arts, Chai Xin, who had read the original novel of Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils several times, had basically guessed his identity - Murong Bo.

Murong Bo is known as one of the "Four Wonders of Tianlong". It can be said that before the three protagonists, Qiao Feng, Duan Yu and Xu Zhu, in the original novel, reached high levels of martial arts, it was almost impossible to find rivals for them in the world.

Murong Bo faked his death on purpose, and then sneaked into the Shaolin Temple's Scripture Library, where he stayed for thirty years and stole all of Shaolin's 72 unique skills.

Back then, Murong Bo was already a rare master in the martial arts world. Now, thirty years later, his martial arts skills have reached the pinnacle.

However, Chai Xin was quite confident in himself.

Although his current skills are only more than fifty-four years, they may be somewhat inferior to those of a peerless master like Murong Bo.

However, "Daoxuan Gong" is not an ordinary martial art, and the internal force it cultivates is far beyond the internal force that can be cultivated by ordinary skills.

Moreover, like any other superior martial arts, the more deeply one practices Daoxuan Gong, the greater its power will be, almost doubling its power.

This can be seen from the fact that Chai Xin used his fifty-four years of martial arts skills to easily defeat Cao Zhengchun with one palm strike.

Chai Xin's martial arts skills are unique among the top masters in the world.

Especially after reading a large amount of martial arts essences from various schools at the Langhuan Blessed Land in Mantuo Villa, his understanding of the martial arts in this world has become more profound, and his combat power has naturally become much stronger.

Now I'm afraid that even if the four of them join forces, namely the East Evil, the West Poison, the South Emperor and the North Beggar, they can't be Chai Xin's match.

Of course, the exception is Wang Chongyang, the master of the middle-level supernatural powers.

Among the five great sword masters who participated in the Huashan Sword Contest, Wang Chongyang was much stronger than the other four. Now, decades have passed, and the rumor in the martial arts world is that he has passed away.

However, if he were still alive, he would probably be a master who is no less than Zhang Sanfeng and the Sweeping Monk.

Although Chai Xin was not sure of winning against the old patriarch of the Murong family, he had the confidence to fight him.

"Although I don't understand what you mean, I can see that you are very confident. It is of course a good thing for young people to be confident, but if they are too confident, they will become arrogant."

Murong Bo's eyes were dull and his tone was even duller. His body, covered by a coarse monk's robe, looked very thin.

Chai Xin smiled slightly and said, "Young man? Yes, I have indeed been in this world for a short time, so I can be considered 'young'... That's all, there is no point in saying more, let's see for ourselves."

The moment he finished speaking, he had already moved.

With just a light step, he arrived in front of Murong Bo, who was several feet away. He pushed out his right palm flatly, and a powerful and murderous intent gushed out from between his fingers.

What is surprising is that in this solemn and murderous atmosphere, there is also a touch of compassion. Two completely different meanings are all integrated into this palm.

"Ok?"

Even a peerless master like Murong Bo had never expected that Chai Xin's speed could be so fast that he could cross a distance of six or seven feet in just one step!

When the opponent's palm came like a Buddha's handprint, his face suddenly changed, his hands instinctively turned, dodging the energy, and resisted it with all his strength, not daring to be careless. It was not until this moment that he truly realized that Chai Xin's martial arts were stronger than he had expected!
"How could there be such a young master in this world? He looks no more than 20 years old...but his palm power is even better than mine!"

The two sides exchanged palm strikes, and Murong Bo immediately felt a powerful internal force rushing into his whole body from his wrist, like a real dragon emerging from the sea, wreaking havoc in his limbs and bones.

If his own skills were not strong enough and his experience in fighting enemies was not very rich, he would not have decided to fight back with all his strength the moment he saw the opponent's palm attack. He would probably have been seriously injured by now!

"There's something wrong with this guy. He must have some physical problems. If we keep fighting like this, he will lose within twenty moves, he will be slightly injured within fifty moves, and within a hundred moves, his life will be in danger."

After just one exchange of blows, Chai Xin had already figured out Murong Bo's background.

This old fellow's skills are indeed profound, at least ten years more advanced than his!

Even if he had the special internal force of "Daoxuan Gong", it should be possible for him to compete with it at most. It would be extremely difficult to win, let alone subdue it.

However, in the palm fight just now, although both sides seemed to be evenly matched, he actually had some advantages.

The reason is that Murong Bo has hidden injuries in his body!

Moreover, this hidden injury has been forming for a long time and has become a chronic disease - not three or five days, not three to five years, but nearly thirty years!
Murong Bo's hidden injury was gradually formed when he sneaked into the Shaolin Temple's Sutra Library.

He forced himself to practice the 72 Shaolin Kung Fu without any key points of the secret. If it weren't for his profound skills, he would have gone astray and died long ago - in this respect, Qiao Feng's biological father, Xiao Yuanshan, was almost the same as him.

Even though he has managed to hold on until now thanks to his profound skills, his hidden injuries have become chronic illnesses that are deep-rooted and are not easy to cure.

It is usually okay not to engage in violence, but once you engage in violence, especially when you meet a worthy opponent and need to use all your strength, there is always the risk of your chronic illness breaking out completely and you dying on the spot.

During these thirty years, Murong Bo was not completely unaware of his hidden injury, but he ignored it intentionally because he was completely immersed in the study of the 72 Shaolin unique skills.

In addition, in order to conceal his whereabouts, he rarely fought with others. Even when he did, the people he faced were usually far inferior to him, and he usually took care of them with just one or two moves.

Under such circumstances, his hidden injuries were not triggered much, so the symptoms exposed were not very obvious.

In fact, the palm strike against Chai Xin tonight was the first time that Murong Bo used his full strength in the thirty years since he faked his death!
Although he seemed to be evenly matched with Chai Xin with this palm strike, the hidden injuries caused by his intense practice of Shaolin martial arts had been triggered.

On this point, Murong Bo just felt a slight inexplicable discomfort, but he did not understand it as clearly as his opponent Chai Xin.

After all, Chai Xin's original body had extremely high vision. Even though his real strength was far from enough, his insights in many aspects were far beyond the reach of anyone in this world.

Just from feeling the internal energy flowing in Murong Bo's body during the palm-to-palm fight just now, he had already understood everything.

"Where did you learn this Demon Subduing Palm from? It looks 90% similar, but the internal energy is completely different... How did the 72 Shaolin unique skills become like this?"

After reading through the martial arts books of Langhuan Blessed Land, Chai Xin has made great progress in his knowledge of the martial arts of this world.

He could tell at a glance what palm technique Murong Bo had used just now.

However, Murong Bo obviously did not understand Shaolin internal skills, and he did not even have an ounce of Buddhist internal energy. The "Demon Subduing Palm" he practiced was, in the final analysis, still based on the Murong family's "Dou Zhuan Xing Yi Divine Art".

It may not be appropriate to describe it as "all show and no substance". After all, the Demon Subduing Palm activated by the magical power of Dou Zhuan Xing Yi also has considerable power.

But no matter how powerful it is, it is not the real Shaolin Demon Subduing Palm after all, it is just "a form in name only".

"You are using... the Thousand Hands of Great Compassion? It seems quite different. Could it be that you have improved it? It seems that you have studied the 72 Shaolin Kung Fu very deeply!"

Murong Bo's eyes were no longer as calm as before, and his tone became quite shocked.

It was only after Chai Xin read many books in the Langhuan Jade Cave that he realized that the "Great Compassion Palm" that Zhan Zhao had displayed at the time was actually the Great Compassion Thousand Hands Style, one of the 72 Shaolin unique skills.

Therefore, he deduced that the old monk master that Zhan Zhao was with at Longquan Zen Temple was most likely also from Shaolin.

"It's not really research. I just saw a friend do it and copied him, so it's not very good."

Chai Xin said in a casual tone.

When Murong Bo heard him say this, he felt somewhat skeptical.

With his attainments in martial arts and broad knowledge, he could naturally see the extraordinaryness of Chai Xin's palm strike just now, which was even better than the original "Thousand Hands of Great Compassion".

If one can develop more advanced martial arts just by watching others perform once or twice - then how extraordinary must the martial arts talent of this young man in front of him be?
“But to be honest, this boy is only about 20 years old, but his martial arts skills have reached this level. No matter how high his martial arts talent is, it doesn’t seem to be an exaggeration.”

"Old sir, I can make a deal with you, but I wonder if you are willing." Chai Xin suddenly withdrew his hand, took a step back, and said with a smile.

Murong Bo did not dare to underestimate the young man in front of him. Hearing this, he stopped and showed curiosity on his face: "Oh? Why not tell me about it."

In fact, he was stalling for time, thinking about how to rescue his son.

Originally, he only thought that Chai Xin's martial arts skills were much higher than Murong Fu's, but he would never be his opponent. However, judging from the palm-fighting just now, the situation was far more serious than he imagined.

With the strength shown by Chai Xin, if he wanted to kill Murong Fu, even if he used all his strength, he might not be able to protect him.

It’s not that Murong Bo thinks the other party’s martial arts is better than his, but protecting is much more difficult than hurting.

Chai Xin can attack without restraint, but he has to pay attention to his own son's life at all times. How can he not be restrained when fighting?

"If you are willing to surrender, I can let him go. He may not understand yet, but I know why you are here."

Chai Xin pointed at Murong Fu who was lying behind him and spoke slowly.

Although he was confident that he could defeat Murong Bo within a hundred moves if he fought with all his strength, Murong Bo might be dead by then, and that was not what he wanted.

When Murong Fu heard what Chai Xin said, the look in his eyes as he looked at the masked old monk in gray also changed.

(End of this chapter)