The Legend of the Condor Heroes: From Being Expelled from Peach Blossom Island

Chapter 107 If you can't beat them, run away

Once Hong Qigong unleashed the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms with his profound internal strength, Wu Chengyu would be completely bewildered and could only dodge, daring not to take it head-on.

In the previous battle, Baijiafan still had many moves he hadn't had time to use, but unexpectedly, Hong Qigong refused to play along.

But continuing the fight would be pointless, just like when he used his lightness skill to constantly guerrilla tactics. No matter what move he made, Hong Qigong could easily neutralize it. He racked his brains and came up with all sorts of ingenious tricks, but Hong Qigong could block them without hesitation.

The anticipated combination of a hundred families' meals and an amazing sensory experience was completely absent.

Hong Qigong truly mastered the art of subtlety, his moves flowing effortlessly, while Wu Chengyu needed to observe a three-dimensional image before he could react. Even if the observation was only for a moment, he was already a step behind when making his move.

His methods are bound to backfire when used against characters like the Five Greats who have reached a level of subtlety.

Upon realizing this, Wu Chengyu knew that the fight was over. Even if he used his lightness skill to maneuver, he would be like a mouse pulling a tortoise, unable to find a way to attack. If he was not careful, he would be injured if he was hit.

The original plan to use Hong Qigong to practice his close-quarters fighting style of "hundred families' meals" is now meaningless.

These thoughts flashed through his mind like lightning, and at the same time, he dared not be careless, using his clone to dodge the attack "Regretful Dragon Soaring".

Wu Chengyu used his shadow to create distance between himself and Hong Qigong, until he was more than two zhang away, before standing still and confronting Hong Qigong again.

"As expected of the descendants of the Murong family. I had long heard that the Murong family was proficient in the martial arts of a hundred schools, and seeing them today, I can confirm their reputation."

After their exchange, Hong Qigong discovered that Wu Chengyu had used more than a dozen different martial arts techniques in one go, and he couldn't help but sigh in admiration.

Wu Chengyu was even more speechless. It seemed that his identity as a descendant of the Murong family was now completely confirmed. But then he thought about it again and it seemed that Hong Qigong was not wrong after all.

"Seventh Master, what I did today was not as sinister as you think. There was no conspiracy involved. I just used some tricks when I killed him."

Actually, we've known each other for a long time, but you just didn't recognize me.

Wu Chengyu now looks like a man in his twenties, made to look as handsome as possible, naturally modeled after Yan Zu, completely different from his original appearance. Hong Qigong would never have imagined that Wu Chengyu was not even sixteen years old.

But having just been falsely accused and resorting to any means necessary, and having clashed with Hong Qigong's strength during the fight, Wu Chengyu had already suffered internal injuries. That's why Wu Chengyu didn't want to tell Hong Qigong who he really was.

It's best not to let others know what I did tonight, so as not to implicate the clansmen of Wujiapo.

What Hong Qigong was about to do represented big trouble, and Wu Chengyu didn't want to get involved.

I'm afraid of both sides now, so it's better not to meet at all than to meet.

“If you don’t tell me, the old beggar will seize you on the spot and see which old friend you are.”

Seeing that Hong Qigong was about to make another move, and knowing that he could not hold out for much longer and that it would be too late if he did not run away, Wu Chengyu immediately took out the small blue porcelain bottle from his bosom and held up the last "I love a piece of firewood" in his hand.

"I'm sure you saw the power of that medicine earlier, I wonder if you can withstand it."

Before he could finish speaking, Wu Chengyu crushed the pill completely, enveloped it in his aura of "Shifting Stars," and hurled it rapidly towards Hong Qigong. The pill exploded the moment it reached Hong Qigong, the powder completely covering an area several feet around him. Hong Qigong had already witnessed the effects of "I Love a Piece of Firewood"—its power was incomprehensible, unlike anything he had ever seen before. Even now, recalling those scenes filled him with dread.

Hong Qigong never expected Wu Chengyu to be so tasteless as to sprinkle a potent aphrodisiac on an elderly beggar. He dared not delay and quickly retreated, covering his mouth and nose to avoid the powder.

Wu Chengyu had been waiting for this moment. He turned around and used all his strength to unleash the Crane Shadow Flowing Light technique, taking advantage of the night to run away.

The exchange just now convinced Wu Chengyu that his lightness skill was definitely superior to Hong Qigong's. As long as he could delay Hong Qigong even for a few breaths, he would definitely have a way to escape.

When Hong Qigong saw Wu Chengyu turn and run away, he knew something was wrong. He hurriedly bypassed the still-lingering medicinal powder and rushed a few steps. At this moment, Wu Chengyu's figure was getting smaller and smaller. The old beggar was unwilling to give up and threw out two palm strikes with all his might, but unfortunately, Wu Chengyu left him behind.

Watching Wu Chengyu's figure disappear into the darkness in an instant, Hong Qigong couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"Now we can't catch up at all. Where did he come from? So young, yet his martial arts are extraordinary. There are really few among the younger generation who are better than him. Especially his lightness skill and movement technique, even the old poison master probably can't catch up with him in an instant."

The key issue is that he's malicious and ruthless. With such a figure emerging in the martial arts world, things are bound to get complicated.

Hong Qigong turned to leave, but then looked in the direction of Hongxiuzhao and said with a headache, "That bastard left Shi Tong in this mess. I reckon the Jin envoy will arrive in a few days. What should we do?"

While Hong Qigong was having a headache, Wu Chengyu had already dashed off to who knows how far. First to the west of the city, then to the south. After careful observation, he guessed that Hong Qigong probably hadn't followed. He then found a wealthy family, left some loose silver, and borrowed a set of clothes.

He changed his clothes, altered his body shape, and changed his face to something else. Now his face is honest and simple, with big eye bags and big lips. The template is Liu Qingyun.

Next, he found an empty house, rested there for a while, and used the Turtle Grandson Technique to gradually restore the surging blood and qi in his body.

A full hour later, as the sun rose in the east, he slowly walked to the north gate. The gate was not yet open, so Wu Chengyu climbed over the city wall again to reach the outside of Suzhou. From there, he walked from north to east, taking a full half hour before finally returning safely to Wujiapo.

When Wu Chengyu returned home, Aku hadn't slept all night. Seeing that Wu Chengyu had returned unharmed, the little guy was too lazy to say anything and turned around and went back to his room.

Wu Chengyu knew that A Ku was worried about him. If he had been able to bring back those hearty dishes, A Ku probably wouldn't have been in such a hurry to go to sleep.

It's a pity. Excluding the cost of the private room and the opera performance by Cui Nong, these dishes cost a full twenty taels of silver. The same dishes could have been eaten eight times at Wuweilou. Brothels are nothing but money-eating dens. Next time I go, I will not leave without taking the leftovers home.

There's a saying, "If you kill someone and don't loot the body, you deserve to go hungry." It's really come true. Tonight, I was only thinking about how to kill Shi Tong without implicating the Wu family. Why didn't I think about looting the body? Shi Tong must have a lot of silver notes on him. I wonder who will benefit from them.

Wu Chengyu kept reviewing the gains and losses of the night, sighing repeatedly. It was inevitable that he would suffer a loss in his fight with Hong Qigong. This opponent was simply too high-level. At this stage, he had not gained much from fighting him. The only thing he could be sure of was that with his lightness skill, he would be able to protect himself if he encountered the Five Greats in the future, as long as he was not too careless.

Of course, the way they finally escaped was a bit underhanded.

A famous time-traveler with many fathers did something similar, but he used fake aphrodisiacs, and at least his target was a saintess.

I used real aphrodisiacs, but my target was an old beggar. That was considered romantic, but my trick seemed rather vulgar.

(End of this chapter)