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

Chapter 127 Unhappy and Brainless

If the esoteric Buddhism of the Western Regions can possess the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill, how could the dignified Han Chinese not have a divine skill comparable to it?

The authentic Thirteen Protectors Body Refining Technique is absolutely no less powerful than those Western Region Body Refining Divine Skills.

Upon hearing Wu Chengyu's words, the burly man couldn't help but say proudly, "That's right, this is the real Thirteen Protectors Body Tempering Technique, not those fakes from the market."

This is a divine skill bestowed upon me by the Emperor himself.

"Your lightness skill is fast, your claw technique is excellent, but your vision is even higher. I never expected to find such a young master among the common folk. Introduce yourself; I am Huyan Moro, the Deputy Commander of the Imperial Guards."

Goodness, this name sounds like a big boss, much better than Ruthless and Unpredictable.

However, his title as deputy commander of the Imperial Guards also confirmed Wu Chengyu's conjecture.

Including the swordsman mentioned earlier, so many masters wouldn't suddenly appear in the martial arts world. Only the imperial palace would keep such figures. Although they are still far behind the Five Greats, they are definitely no less than the likes of Qiu Chuji.

Only the Song Dynasty imperial palace could possibly possess such divine martial arts techniques as the Thirteen Bodyguards' Horizontal Training.

Most importantly, how do you know there aren't any stronger masters in the imperial palace?

There is an even more important point: this pursuit of the descendants of Yue Fei's army was naturally permitted by the reigning emperor in Hangzhou. Shi Miyuan had not yet fully ascended to power. Before Emperor Ningzong of Song died and Emperor Lizong of Song was sidelined, the Shi family could not mobilize the experts in the palace.

"I don't want to reveal my real name. There's no point in making up a fake name to deceive people. Just pretend I'm called 'Unhappy' because a dear friend passed away today, and I'm very unhappy."

Judging from your appearance, you're not very smart. Wouldn't it be better for you to die a muddle-headed ghost?

"Today, if I'm unhappy, I'll beat you to death, you brainless idiot!"

"How dare you! Let's see who lives and who dies today. Take my Thunderous Eight Spears!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Huyan Moluo brandished his double spears and smashed them at Wu Chengyu, covering the area within three feet around Wu Chengyu with a whooshing sound.

Although I had never heard of the Thunderclap Eight Spears before, it was by no means an ordinary martial art. It had the characteristics of battlefield martial arts, being straightforward and forceful, with no defense, while at the same time it could compete with martial arts from the Jianghu (江湖, the martial arts world).

With sweeping and vertical strikes, the two bronze spears shone brightly, completely enveloping his powerful body and forming a massive bronze wall. It wasn't exactly impenetrable, but there weren't many weaknesses to exploit either.

Moreover, this martial art utilizes inertia, making the movements faster and faster, with a sound like thunder cutting through the air, truly deserving of the name "Thunderbolt".

Wu Chengyu was also considering how to deal with it. In terms of strength, he was definitely no less than his opponent, but unfortunately he did not have a suitable weapon. This one-legged bronze man spear would shatter with ordinary swords and knives, and his fists were not made of vibranium, so he dared not confront it head-on.

Moreover, the opponent's physique, forged through the physical training of the Thirteen Protectors, meant that while Wu Chengyu's various methods could injure them, they could not take their lives in one fell swoop.

Alternatively, you can use light-footed skills to fight, which is the safest approach. The more the opponent uses such skills, the more stamina they will expend. Once the opponent is exhausted, you can easily defeat them.

However, based on Wu Chengyu's understanding of the Thirteen Protectors' external training, this technique could also greatly enhance the practitioner's physical strength, preventing Huyan Moluo from being killed in a short period of time.

But Wu Chengyu had no time to waste. Brother Lu, Sister Niu, and the others were still missing, and while he couldn't speak for the others, that extremely fast swordsman was definitely not someone they could withstand.

Various thoughts flashed through his mind like lightning, and his movements were just as swift.

Wu Chengyu merely swayed slightly in place, one figure waiting for the opponent's bronze spear to smash down, while his true body took two steps back, breaking free from the control range of the twin spears. Then, he instantly split into several figures, feigning to pounce on Huyan Moluo, unleashing a flurry of attacks—fists, palms, legs, and claws—that were extremely fierce and dazzling, forcing the opponent to defend his position and wield the twin spears even faster. Finally, all the figures were torn apart by the force of the twin spears.

Huyan Moluo realized he had been tricked. He never imagined that someone's lightness skill was so advanced. Without such keen observation skills, it would be impossible to predict Wu Chengyu's next attack direction in advance.

Only then did he realize that Wu Chengyu had silently stood behind him. In a moment of panic, he swung his bronze spear backward with his right hand.

Unfortunately, Wu Chengyu was now like a malignant tumor, merging into the shadow of Huyan Moluo.

Huyan Moluo swept his right arm backward, his body turning with his steps and waist. Wu Chengyu's movements were exactly the same as his, sticking close to him. No matter how Huyan Moluo turned, he followed him like a shadow, and the two always maintained a distance of twenty centimeters.

No matter how powerfully he wielded his bronze spear, it couldn't hit Wu Chengyu at all.

Huyan Moluo was extremely anxious and roared repeatedly, but he couldn't reach Wu Chengyu no matter what he did, while Wu Chengyu was not idle either.

He unleashed the Nine Yin Divine Claw, repeatedly striking at Huyan Moluo's left shoulder, which he had just torn open with a single claw. The opponent's defense was extremely strong, and the Nine Yin Divine Claw could not achieve a single strike, so he continued to attack the wound.

Wu Chengyu gathered his inner strength in his five fingers and struck repeatedly. Hu Yanjue Luo screamed in agony as most of the white bone on his shoulder was exposed, and blood stained half of his body red. He could no longer lift his left arm.

At this moment, Wu Chengyu used the Bone-Dislocating Capturing Hand, grabbing directly onto his shoulder bone, hooking his five fingers onto the bone seams and tendons, and channeling his internal force into it. With a few cracking sounds, Huyan Moluo's shoulder bones were completely dislocated.

Wu Chengyu then pulled downwards with force, tearing off Huyan Moluo's left arm completely, and the one-legged bronze spear fell limply to the ground.

Huyan Moluo let out a scream and fell backward, trying to pin Wu Chengyu down.

Wu Chengyu, in the form of a cat, nimbly slipped out from the left side of Huyan Moluo's body and picked up the one-legged bronze spear.

It's a fine weapon, made entirely of refined bronze. The handle is about the thickness of an adult's forearm, and it's about 1.2 meters long. It weighs at least 100 pounds when held in your hand.

Wu Chengyu's physical strength was sufficient to wield the weapon, but to unleash its full power, it would require the support of internal energy. However, this did not mean that Huyan Moluo's strength surpassed Wu Chengyu's, as the opponent had also used internal energy just now.

Wu Chengyu channeled his inner energy into the One-Legged Bronze Spear and was surprised to find that its material was not just simple wrought bronze, and the patterns on it were also very special. The inner energy flowed into it very smoothly, and such a weapon could be considered a divine weapon.

At this moment, Huyan Moluo endured the excruciating pain and barely managed to get up. He used his internal energy to seal the wound on his left arm, which temporarily stopped the bleeding, but his face was pale and his breathing was much weaker.

Wu Chengyu had limited time, so he stopped wasting words and began swinging his one-legged bronze spear at the opponent's head and face.

Huyan Moluo's strength was probably slightly lower than Wu Chengyu's. Now that he had lost an arm, his strength was greatly reduced, and he was in unbearable pain. It was already a struggle for him to lift his right copper spear.

Moreover, Wu Chengyu's speed was not slowed down much by carrying a hundred-pound weight. He had not practiced much with weapons, so he simply used the simplest method of splitting a mountain with his spear, which was both fast and fierce.

Huyan Moluo tried to raise his right hand and use the bronze spear to block, but just as he raised it to his chest, Wu Chengyu smashed it squarely onto his head.

Even the thirteen bodyguards, with their exceptionally strong minds, couldn't withstand the hundred-pound copper spear. Their heads exploded like watermelons, their brains splattering everywhere.

Wu Chengyu quickly retreated to avoid the red and white objects, silently thinking to himself, "You really are clueless."

(End of this chapter)