Chapter 651 It’s too late to regret
Murong Fu initially thought that it was Chai Xin’s enemies who had come looking for him, so he wanted to see if he had a chance to escape.

But after hearing what Chai Xin said, he vaguely felt that the person who came was not his enemy, but someone who came to save him...

He couldn't help but think about whether he had ever met such a senior who had reached the pinnacle of martial arts and could arrive in time to lend a helping hand in such a critical moment.

But no matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't imagine the existence of such a person.

"Who is this old senior?"

Murong Fu's eyes were full of confusion.

When Murong Bo heard Chai Xin's words, his eyes flickered for a moment, then became very serious, and said in a deep voice: "It seems that you know a lot of things."

"I know much more than you think, including the past when you instigated the conflict between the Song and Liao martial arts circles and killed many martial arts masters from both countries; also including the time when you lurked in the Shaolin Temple and secretly learned the 72 Shaolin martial arts; and even including your greatest ambition..."

Chai Xin stood with his hands behind his back and told Murong Bo, word by word, many of his unknown secrets.

With every additional word he spoke, Murong Bo's eyes became more solemn, and his murderous intent grew stronger.

Murong Bo was extremely shocked and confused at the same time: How could this boy who looked so young know so many of my private matters? When many things happened, he was probably not even born yet!
"What exactly do you want to do?" Murong Bo's tone was already a little gloomy.

Chai Xin smiled, pointed at Murong Bo behind him, and said, "I've just said that if you want to save his life, you should surrender obediently. Otherwise, there is absolutely no chance of success."

“Hahaha! Young man, your martial arts skills are indeed not low, but you think you can make me surrender with just a few words. You are too naive and arrogant!”

Murong Bo was so angry that he laughed. He felt that the young man in front of him was really unreasonable.

"Why do you think I stopped fighting you after exchanging one move with you, and just argued with you?" Chai Xin changed the subject, his eyes showing a more mysterious meaning, "With your experience in the martial arts world, can't you see that I was deliberately delaying?"

Murong Bo was shocked when these words were spoken, and Murong Fu, who was lying behind him, also had a slightly changed expression.

"Are you waiting for help?" Murong Bo became alert and immediately looked around to see if there were any experts lurking.

"No, I'm waiting for your injury to flare up."

Chai Xin said with a smile.

"It's been a while now, you haven't noticed anything strange about your body, have you?"

Murong Bo was even more shocked. He took two steps back and retreated several feet. He carefully felt the circulation of the energy in his dantian, and then his expression suddenly changed.

"When did you do this? Is there poison in your palm?" Murong Bo felt his internal energy suddenly become sluggish, and there were several important acupoints on his body that felt a bit like being pricked by needles.

"What does your hidden injury have to do with me? You don't understand the Buddhist principles, nor do you know the key points of the mind method, but you dare to practice the 72 Shaolin martial arts... To be honest, you can actually live to this day, which is a great achievement."

Chai Xin didn't beat around the bush and told the truth directly.

What he said before was actually nonsense. He was indeed delaying time intentionally, waiting for Murong Bo to make a full-strength attack so that the illness that had plagued him for nearly thirty years would erupt.

I just estimated that the time is about up, so I won't waste any more time.

"Even if you have no hidden injuries and your skills are at the peak, I am confident that I can beat you. Besides, you don't need me to help you at this moment. I'm afraid you won't live long."

Chai Xin looked at Murong Bo steadily, and his tone became particularly serious.

"In your current state, if you want to rescue Murong Fu from me, I'm afraid you will get yourself into trouble. Of course, even if you give up saving him, you may not be able to escape from me."

"Hidden injury? Even I hardly noticed it, how could this boy know it?"

In the past thirty years, Murong Bo had never been surprised as many times as he was at this moment.

However, as a peerless master, even if he vaguely felt that what Chai Xin said was true, he would never just sit there and wait for death.

"You are a young boy, you are exaggerating! You are too dreamy to think that you can shake my resolve with just a few words. Since I have come to save people today, I will never return empty-handed."

Murong Bo shouted coldly, and without any movement, his body suddenly rushed out. A strong gust of wind appeared out of nowhere, causing the surrounding grass to fly and tumble.

In an instant, a palm was slapped out, and the powerful internal energy shook the void and distorted it, and it slammed down on Chai Xin's head.

"You dare to attack me, and even dare to use Shaolin martial arts. You are really brave!"

Chai Xin could tell at a glance that Murong Bo was using one of the 72 Shaolin unique skills, the Vajra Palm.

As he spoke, he put his fingers together like a sword, and his internal force surged out, pointing directly at the opponent's palm, and with a humming sound, he pointed out.

The two men's palms and fingers clashed, but there was no actual contact. Instead, they used their huge internal strength to compete with each other. The collision of the two internal forces actually made a series of "hissing" sounds, just like fire evaporating water.

Under the impact of internal energy, the robes of the two men fluttered, Murong Bo raised a palm in the air, and Chai Xin pointed at the ground. For a moment, it seemed as if time had stopped, and powerful energy was surging in all directions.

"These two really have deep inner strength! Any one of them could kill me in just three or five moves! Compared to them, the 'Southern Murong and Northern Qiao Feng' are nothing!"

Although Murong Fu's martial arts skills cannot be said to be top-notch, he is still a top-notch master after all. Moreover, he has a profound family education since childhood, so he naturally has vision.

When he saw the aftermath of the fight between the two, he couldn't help but feel horrified, knowing that these two people must have been the top masters at the time.

Even though he has always been conceited and is only thirty years old, his martial arts skills are comparable to those of many leaders of major sects in the martial arts world. However, when he saw two people with extremely high internal strength, he could not help but sigh that there is always someone better than you.

"That old monk in gray is fine. He looks quite old. I guess he must have accumulated martial arts skills for at least 40 to 50 years. It's reasonable for him to have such a high level of cultivation. But Chai Xin looks younger than me. How can he fight him head-on and not lose at all?"

The more Murong Fu thought about it, the more frightened he became, and he exclaimed that it was unbelievable.

He watched the two men fighting each other, their figures twisting and turning, even leaving a faint afterimage. Whether it was their lightness skills or their fists and feet, they had all reached the level of perfection. Either one of them was definitely beyond his reach.

After about twenty moves, Murong Fu was shocked to find that the gray-robed old monk who had been attacking had gradually become sluggish in his moves.

On the contrary, the unbelievably young Chai Xin was still as calm and composed as he was at the beginning. No matter how fierce the gray-robed old monk's attack was, Chai Xin's expression was always calm and indifferent. Every move he made seemed to be done casually, but it was often perfect, with neither more nor less force, just enough to offset the old monk's attack.

"It seems that Chai Xin is not bragging. If the fight continues like this, I'm afraid that after fifty or sixty moves, the old monk in gray will be completely at a disadvantage."

Murong Fu was secretly anxious, but he was powerless. The acupuncture points all over his body were controlled and he couldn't even move a finger.

Although he didn't know the true identity of the gray-robed old monk, he knew that he was a helper. If the other party was defeated, how could he have a good ending?

But he could only worry and could do nothing.

Murong Fu, a bystander, could see it so clearly. How could Murong Bo, as the person involved, be unaware of it?
The reason why his moves became increasingly sluggish was not because he had not practiced martial arts well enough - quite the opposite in fact. He had been practicing the 72 Shaolin Kung Fu techniques too deeply over the years.

In other words, the degree of obsession is too deep!
At this time, when fighting a life-and-death battle with an equally powerful opponent, he naturally used all his strength. Unconsciously, his internal energy became increasingly chaotic, and many of his moves became difficult to perform as he wished.

The most important thing is, as he continued to fight with Chai Xin, he felt more and more acupoints all over his body pricking with pain. After thirty or forty moves, he felt that there was no part of his body that did not hurt deep into his bones, as if it were being stabbed by needles or cut by knives.

At this moment, he had already begun to believe what Chai Xin had said before. He suddenly suffered such an injury during this life-and-death battle. Perhaps it was because he had practiced the 72 Shaolin Kung Fu so hard that he had gone astray and was unaware of it.

But now that things had come to this, he no longer had any control over whether he wanted to stop or escape.

The fight between the two men had reached a fever pitch. If Murong Bo stopped rashly at this moment, he would have no chance to escape. Instead, he would be caught by Chai Xin and seriously injured by one blow.

"This kid's moves are all unheard of by me, yet they are so majestic and powerful, like a master's style... Who is he? What school is he from?"

Murong Bo became more and more frightened as the fight went on. He was no longer as calm as when he first appeared. His old eyes were filled with fear and confusion.

After fifty moves, the hidden injuries that had been pent up for many years finally erupted completely. His internal energy was running wildly through his limbs and bones, and it was difficult for him to connect his moves smoothly. The severe pain in every part of his body had become extremely intense.

I saw that he kept attacking, but his face became uglier and uglier, and later it even turned pale, with sweat oozing out of his forehead.

On the other hand, although Chai Xin has been only on the defensive, he has become more and more calm and composed, and his every move shows the demeanor of a strong man.

"This is a battle of equal strength. Even if I lose this battle, it will definitely give me a lot of insights after the battle. I will have a deeper understanding of the martial arts in this world, and my strength will naturally increase as well."

The more Chai Xin fought, the more enjoyable he felt. His internal energy became more and more unobstructed, and the moves he performed became more and more smooth and satisfactory. The connection between each move was simply natural.

As one gains strength while the other loses strength, the advantages and disadvantages between the two naturally become more obvious.

"Boy, who are you? Who did you learn from? How come you have such martial arts skills?"

Murong Bo could no longer maintain his original demeanor as a master, and shouted coldly with a trembling voice.

"What you are asking is meaningless. You are doomed to lose today's battle. If you had agreed to surrender, I would have released Murong Fu as promised. But since you refuse to listen to my advice, I have no choice but to oblige you."

As soon as Chai Xin finished speaking, he stopped defending and suddenly took a step forward. He suddenly appeared behind Murong Bo like a flying roc. His palms glowed with brilliant light and slapped him on the back.

"what?!"

Murong Bo watched Chai Xin's lightning-fast figure rushing forward, but he was completely powerless to resist.

He was constantly suffering from the runaway of his internal energy and the severe pain all over his body. Both his reaction speed and his own skills had declined too much.

In contrast, Chai Xin was not only still in his prime, but he was also fighting more and more energetically, and his speed was getting faster and faster.

"boom!"

Chai Xin's palms, packed with extremely powerful internal energy, slapped Murong Bo hard on the back.

Murong Bo was already on the verge of going insane, and now suddenly a huge amount of strange true qi surged into his body, causing the qi sea in his dantian to boil instantly.

"puff!"

He only felt the blood and energy in his body surging. Even though he tried hard to hold it back, he couldn't control it at all, and a mouthful of blood immediately sprayed onto the face towel.

His whole body staggered suddenly, his legs became weak, and he stumbled forward five or six steps before he managed to keep his balance and avoid falling to the ground.

But how could Chai Xin give him a chance to breathe?
Murong Bo just managed to stand firmly on his legs, and Chai Xin immediately slapped him with two palms.

The moves he performed were not fancy or complicated at all. They were the simplest, most direct, most rustic and at the same time the most effective punch, palm and finger.

However, each of these moves seemed to contain some kind of ultimate truth of returning to basics, which made even a martial arts master like Murong Bo feel that they were unavoidable and undefendable!
"Bang bang bang bang..."

In this way, Chai Xinru took advantage of the opportunity to hit the enemy when he was down and slapped him seven or eight times in a row.

Murong Bo was hit hard by every palm strike and even vomited seven or eight mouthfuls of blood. His face had already turned as pale as paper and the grey mask had turned into a dazzling crimson.

"It's over. That senior is no match for him. How can I possibly escape? This time it's really over... It's a pity that I have been determined to restore my country for more than 20 years, but today I have to die here. Even if I go to the underworld, I will feel ashamed of my ancestors and my father..."

Murong Fu saw that his powerful reinforcements had become a spent force. He could no longer bear to look and dared not to look any more, his face filled with despair.

"Let...let him go! I will wait for your decision!"

Murong Bo was of course more aware of his own situation, knowing that today would be a very dangerous day, and he could not help but speak bitterly.

He also didn't expect that after all his scheming, even faking his own death and sneaking into the Shaolin Temple for nearly thirty years just for the sake of restoring his country, he would ultimately be defeated by such a young man.

At the critical moment of life and death, even a proud man like him had to bow to the enemy for his son.

However, Chai Xin shook his head indifferently and said, "I have given you the opportunity, but you did not cherish it. At this point, it is useless to regret... Don't worry, I will not kill you, I will just take something from you."

As he spoke, another palm suddenly slapped down, hitting Murong Bo on the back again.

(End of this chapter)