Starting with The Eagle Shooting Heroes: I gain a year's worth of skill every day.

As soon as the words were spoken, the atmosphere on the second floor changed.

The fervor in Qiu Chuji's eyes solidified into a fighting spirit as sharp as a sword.

He burst into laughter, his voice echoing through the roof beams and tiles.

"good!"

"What a fine 'I'll gladly oblige'!"

He took a deep breath, no longer showing any disrespect, and solemnly clasped his hands in greeting to Shen Mo.

"Junior brother, our interaction is merely a demonstration, and we'll stop here."

These words were spoken to Shen Mo, and also to give an explanation to the hundreds of eyes watching downstairs.

He nodded silently.

Qiu Chuji said no more, his feet slightly apart, his left palm making a circle, and his right palm raised to his chest.

The starting stance of a superior palm technique from the Quanzhen School.

In an instant, an invisible gust of wind swept outwards from him in all directions!

The tables and chairs on the second floor were pushed backward by this force, making a piercing "creaking" sound.

Those martial arts practitioners who were nearby felt as if a heavy stone was pressing on their chests, their breath caught in their throats, and they retreated in panic, their faces turning pale.

This is the true inner strength of Qiu Chuji, the Master of Changchun!

Downstairs, the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan's expressions completely changed.

Only then did they realize that Qiu Chuji had actually held back so much strength when he fought them earlier!

But at the very center of that violent energy, Shen Mo's reaction made everyone's heart skip a beat.

He just stood there.

His hands hung naturally at his sides, and the hem of his blue Taoist robe fluttered slightly in the strong wind.

That's it.

He didn't even adopt any defensive stance.

"What...what does this mean?"

Downstairs, someone's voice was dry as they muttered to themselves.

"Are they terrified? Or are they just incredibly arrogant?"

Ke Zhen'e scratched his iron staff irritably on the ground, his unseen eyes fixed on the second floor, the outline of his ears twitching slightly as he caught every change in the airflow.

This young man is either an ignorant and fearless fool.

Or... he's a monster with confidence that's terrifying!

Qiu Chuji was not angry when he saw this, but thought that his junior brother was just naturally reserved and did not want to show off.

So be it.

Since junior brother is unwilling to take action, then senior brother will force you to do so!

Once the thought was made up, Qiu Chuji stepped on the Seven Stars, and his figure suddenly blurred.

A blur of motion tore through the air and appeared in front of Shen Mo in an instant.

"Junior brother, be careful!"

Before the words had even faded, the palm strike was as powerful as a mountain collapsing!

Seven Stars Dividing the Heavens Palm!

With a single palm strike, seven distinct palm shadows instantly exploded in the air, sealing off all possible dodgeways—above, below, left, right, front, back, inside, and outside.

The palm shadows were numerous, intertwined with illusions, each one carrying a sharp whistling sound like tearing fabric!

The people downstairs were dazzled and felt their scalps tingle.

Yang Kang clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms. He knew very well that if he were to withstand this attack, he wouldn't last even a single breath!

However, faced with this exquisite palm technique that could split rocks and shatter stone, Shen Mo remained unmoved and did not dodge or evade.

Until the very moment those seven palm shadows were about to imprint on his body.

He just moved.

There were no mysterious movements, no fancy moves.

He simply threw a punch forward, as was his usual practice.

The basic boxing techniques that every disciple of the Quanzhen School must learn upon entering the sect.

The most unadorned and simplest style.

This punch wasn't fast; in the eyes of the crowd, it could even be described as slow.

Yet this seemingly slow punch contained a profound and mysterious charm, striking first despite being launched later, and precisely aimed at the center where the seven palm shadows converged.

That place is the source of all changes, the core where the power is most concentrated!

Their fists and palms did not touch.

Just as the fist and palm were about three inches apart, Qiu Chuji's arrogance and confidence crumbled instantly!

He felt as if he wasn't attacking a person, but rather crashing into an invisible mountain!

His seven palm strikes, ever-changing and indistinguishable from real ones, vanished without a trace in an instant upon hitting this invisible wall of energy, just like spring snow meeting the blazing sun!

All the ingenuity, all the follow-up moves, became a joke in the face of this punch.

The force dissipated!

Qiu Chuji felt a tightness in his chest. Using the force of the recoil, he lightly touched the floor with his toes and quickly retreated.

He steadied himself, and when he looked at Shen Mo again, his eyes were no longer relaxed, but filled with deep surprise and doubt.

boom!

The crowd downstairs was like a pond tossed with a boulder, completely boiling over!

"It...it blocked it?"

"Just one punch? Just an ordinary punch?"

"Am I seeing things? Changchunzi... has been forced to retreat!"

The expressions on the faces of the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan could no longer be described as mere horror; they were expressions of near-collapse-like terror!

They knew better than anyone how powerful Qiu Chuji's palm strike was, yet it was broken by that young man's seemingly effortless punch!

This is beyond their understanding of martial arts!

Yang Kang's breathing almost stopped.

He stared intently at the blue figure on the second floor, his heart pounding like a drum.

backing!

This is the kind of extraordinary figure who can make him rise to the top in one step!

The second floor.

Qiu Chuji gave Shen Mo a deep look, suppressing all his probing intent.

He finally realized that his junior brother's martial arts level had already reached a level that he could not fathom.

"Excellent! Excellent skill!"

Chief Qiu exclaimed in admiration. This time, his aura surged once again, and he held nothing back!

His internal energy was pushed to its limit, causing his Taoist robe to billow without wind and his beard and hair to stand on end.

"Junior brother, take a few more of my moves!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qiu Chuji formed hand seals, his figure elusive, striking east and west, a palm-based variation of the Quanzhen Sect's ultimate sword technique, "Mutual Return Sword Technique"!

Following that, the "Three Flowers Gathering at the Top Palm" and the "Double Ninth Divine Palm"...

In an instant, palm strikes flew across the entire second floor, and powerful energy roared. Tables and chairs shattered inch by inch in the dissipating gusts of wind!

Qiu Chuji unleashed all his knowledge without reservation, launching a continuous and fierce attack, as raging as the Qiantang River's raging tide, wave after wave!

However, the silence in the eye of the storm remained as firm as a rock.

He moved with unpredictable footwork, his body shifting and turning within a small space.

Golden Goose Technique, the state of perfection!

His movements were extremely small, each movement barely a millimeter, yet he always managed to avoid Qiu Chuji's most formidable attacks with minimal cost.

At the same time, he kept throwing out his fists.

It was still that beginner's set of "Quanzhen Boxing".

Every move is simple and unadorned.

But every punch he threw made Qiu Chuji almost vomit blood.

They may strike at the point where the opponent must defend, or attack the weakness in the opponent's moves, or cut off the flow of the opponent's force.

Each punch was as precise as a ghost, landing precisely on Qiu Chuji's weakest and most vulnerable spot during the transition between moves.

Thus, a bizarre scene unfolded that shattered the worldview of all martial arts practitioners.

The more fiercely Qiu Chuji attacked and the more exquisite his moves were, the more constrained he became.

He felt that his martial arts skills, which he considered unparalleled in the martial arts world, were tightly covered by an invisible net, making him restricted in every way and unable to exert his strength!

Often, just as they were about to unleash a move, Shen Mo's seemingly slow punch would force them to change their tactics mid-move to protect themselves.

Seventy percent of his powerful internal energy was wasted on this incredibly frustrating change of move!

"ah--!"

Unable to break through after a prolonged attack and instead being suppressed, Qiu Chuji's heroic spirit turned into overwhelming frustration. He let out a long roar and retreated rapidly!

Clang!

A clear, dragon-like cry resounded throughout the restaurant!

Qiu Chuji drew his long sword from his back with a backhand motion. The sword light was like a pool of autumn water, instantly illuminating the entire second floor. The chilling sword aura made everyone's skin crawl.

Downstairs, Han Baoju, Nan Xiren, and the others all stood up abruptly.

"The sword has been drawn!"

"Changchunzi is getting serious!"

Everyone knows that Qiu Chuji with his sword drawn and Qiu Chuji with his bare hands are two completely different people!

However, faced with the drawn sword, Shen Mo remained unarmed.

Instead of retreating, he took a step forward.

His figure moved like a wisp of green smoke, actively sticking to the chilling net of swords!

court death!

This was the same thought that flashed through the minds of everyone downstairs.

Qiu Chuji's swordsmanship was so fierce that he dared to get close to him.

Qiu Chuji was also startled, but his sword technique was already set in motion and he had no choice but to strike!

"Junior brother, be careful!"

He roared and flicked his wrist, the tip of the sword transforming into a screen of light, piercing straight for Shen Mo's vital point on the chest!

He had already held back seven-tenths of his strength in this sword strike, only hoping to force Shen Mo back.

But just as the sword tip was about to touch the Taoist robe...

He remained silent, neither attacking nor defending, neither dodging nor avoiding.

He simply extended his right hand.

Bring your index and middle fingers together to form a sword.

Then, amidst the piercing gazes of everyone, with his flesh and blood fingers, he precisely struck the spine of the longsword that was thrusting at high speed.

Om-!

A high-pitched and strange tremor suddenly resounded!

Qiu Chuji felt an indescribable shock, like countless fine needles, frantically drilling into the meridians of his arm along the sword!

That force was neither fierce nor gentle, but a high-frequency, continuous tremor!

My hand is in excruciating pain!

Before he could even react, he could no longer hold onto the sword.

"clang!"

The longsword flew out of his hand, tracing a desperate, silvery arc in the air before finally embedding itself upside down in the floor several feet away with a "thud."

The sword hilt trembled violently, emitting a resentful hum.

Qiu Chuji himself was so shaken by the immense force that he staggered back five steps, each step leaving a half-inch deep footprint on the hard floor!

He finally managed to steady himself, but his entire right arm felt numb and tingling, his blood was surging, and it was trembling violently and uncontrollably.

The entire venue was deathly silent.

You could hear a pin drop.

Shen Mo slowly withdrew his clasped fingers and remained standing in the same spot.

He seemed not to have moved an inch from beginning to end.

The words on the ancient mirror quietly surfaced in his mind.

Good/Evil Points +200.

Shen Mo raised his eyes, looked at Qiu Chuji who was blank and lost, and spoke calmly.

"Senior brother, you flatter me."