My daughter was kidnapped, and my 44 personalities went crazy

Chapter 45: Killing the Grandmaster in Five Minutes, Baji Inheritance

"Has someone been replaced?"

"No, it seems that the real owner has returned."

The old man looked forward in surprise. This guy could actually stand up.

Chen Mo, who was lying in a pool of blood, supported his body with both hands and raised his head.

Now, his eyes are clear and it is obvious that he has gotten rid of the "demon-possessed" state.

This situation is actually not uncommon in the ancient martial arts world.

When practicing Kung Fu, people go astray and focus too much on increasing strength while neglecting the accumulation of energy at each stage.

You will lose yourself.

Although being possessed by a demon will increase a person's power, such power cannot be controlled.

Uncontrollable power is like duckweed in the water, no matter how many there are, it is useless?
Only something that you hold in your hand and turn into a weapon can truly be called yours.

The old man had to admit that Chen Mo posed a threat to him.

If he were conscious, it would not be easy to subdue him.

At least Chen Mo wanted to leave, and the old man couldn't stop him.

It's too late to regain your sanity now.

As a strange person, if he loses the awakening ability that he relies on, how is he different from a powerless baby?

At this time, the old man finally recovered from the fierce battle just now.

The ancient martial arts of the Xia Kingdom have a history of thousands of years. It has grown to this level in just three short years since the emergence of the extraordinary man. This makes these old people feel helpless.

Sometimes even they feel that the decline of ancient martial arts has become an inevitable fact.

Compared with the unique advantages given by nature, the hidden extraordinary talents of the human body are developed from the very beginning.

It is impossible to master any of the ancient martial arts without practicing hard for more than ten or twenty days in hot summers and cold winters.

It is even more difficult to become a grandmaster. In the vast Xia country with a population of one billion, there are only twenty grandmasters.

Most of them are old like him.

Perhaps, in a few years, ancient warriors will completely withdraw from the world stage.

This is why they attach so much importance to their disciples.

He is already old and can no longer train a second master.

Once Luo Long dies and grows old, Bajiquan will completely disappear from this world.

Chen Mo cut off his Bajiquan inheritance, this is the reason.

Going there to seek revenge yourself is the result.

Just as his disciple accepted money from the Tang family and was killed by Chen Mo.

There is no right or wrong, only different positions.

He sighed and decided to take action to completely end Chen Mo's life. From then on, the Bajiquan inheritance would also end in his hands.

He won and he lost.

But at this moment

In front of him, Chen Mo drew circles with his legs and used his fists to make a stake.

This is actually the posture of an eighth-level boxing.

He also saw some of his disciple's appearance in his boxing stance.

Although it's a bit unfamiliar, it looks pretty good.

"No wonder my useless disciple lost to you."

The old master's cloudy eyes gradually became serious.

The second round of fighting between the two sides began.

Chen Mo knew that for such a martial arts master, leaving his back exposed was tantamount to giving up his life.

So he can only fight and cannot escape.

"Friendly reminder, your golden time to escape from here is five minutes."

"The members of Bureau 749 who were sent away earlier will probably rush back in five minutes and surround this place."

"During these five minutes, all of your abilities will gradually become ineffective. Your strength, speed, and self-healing abilities will all be reduced to the level of an ordinary person."

"Once time passes, the injury will fully erupt."

The rational voice of the game family reminded Chen Mo at this moment.

"I understand."

After hearing this, Chen Mo raised his head firmly.

He had to kill the old man in front of him within five minutes and carve out a way for himself to survive.

In order to achieve this, what he needs to do is to utilize his own advantages to the maximum.

He had to trade injuries with the old man crazily during this period of time when his abilities had not completely disappeared, until one of them was defeated.

It's like a gamble.

The key to victory or defeat lies in who collapses first.

In an instant, the two figures fought again, and this time the confrontation was more intense than before.

Chen Mo's fighting style was to trade his life for injury. In every confrontation, he would spit out blood in exchange for a chance to attack.

Although the old master in front of him was a master of boxing, he was old after all, and his physical condition had already deteriorated a lot.

Chen Mo was injured several times in a row, but the old man took it every time.

But as time passed, his breathing became more and more rapid, and his steps became more and more unsteady.

Is the old man’s Bajiquan powerful?
Very strong!

Very, very strong.

This kind of boxing is definitely one of the best in the world of ancient martial arts.

However, it could not withstand the erosion of time.

At this moment, the old man's eyes were bloodshot and there was a bitter smile on the corners of his mouth. It was obvious that he was seriously exhausted.

On the other hand, although Chen Mo seemed to be out of breath, he was still at ease and remained sober.

Originally, he was at a slight disadvantage when facing the old man.

As the battle progressed, his understanding of Bajiquan became more profound, and the gap was quickly narrowed.

He... is copying my boxing style.

The old man was shocked. He began to see his own shadow in Chen Mo's moves.

Chen Mo was indeed learning from him.

Even surpassing him.

Gradually, he began to be unable to resist and finally revealed his weakness.

Chen Mo seized the opportunity and kicked him in the chest.

"puff."

The old man opened his mouth and spat out a stream of blood.

Then his face turned pale and his breath suddenly weakened.

"Old man, there's no need to bother with him anymore. We just need to wait until the drug takes effect."

Wang Xiaoming, who was watching the fight on the side, became anxious and quickly gave a loud reminder.

But the old man seemed not to have heard it and went forward again.

"Good boy, today I will let you see the real Bajiquan."

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and in an instant his figure pounced towards Chen Mo as fast as lightning.

He threw both fists out at the same time, attacking Chen Mo like a violent storm.

Damn it!
Baji Bengquan!!
Cannon Fist!!!

Bang bang bang.

In the blink of an eye, Chen Mo was forced to fight more than ten moves in a row.

"Old man, why are you doing this?"

Wang Xiaoming shook his head and sighed, and stopped trying to dissuade him.

He could already see that the old man didn't have much time left and that this was just his last breath.

Is he feeding me moves?

Only Chen Mo could sense the old man's intentions.

The other party knew that he was at the end of his life, so at the last moment of his life, he wanted to leave behind the tradition of Bajiquan.

A warm current surged in Chen Mo's heart.

"Thank you, old man, for your help."

He whispered, suddenly speeding up his attack, fighting the old man with all his might.

Rumble!
The two figures intertwined together, like two ferocious beasts.

For a moment, dust was flying all around and rocks were flying in the air.

When the smoke and dust cleared, a huge pit suddenly appeared on the ground.

The old man lay in the pit, his eyes full of relief. He slowly closed his eyes and died stiffly and coldly.

Chen Mo stood not far in front of him, with a complicated look in his eyes, and silently thanked the unknown old master in his heart.

Then, his murderous gaze fell on Wang Xiaoming next to him.

(End of this chapter)