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

Chapter 195 Doubt

This is the realm of subtlety. Even if it's just the threshold, when facing an opponent who hasn't reached this level, you can understand all their moves and changes without hesitation.

Then make the most appropriate move, use the least effort, and directly attack the opponent's most difficult-to-defend weakness. Everything is about being just right.

Just like when Wu Chengyu faced Hong Qigong, he seemed to be able to use various martial arts at will, and he also used his superb lightness skill to keep fighting. But no matter how many tricks he came up with, the moment he met Hong Qigong, he would be easily countered by Hong Qigong with a single move, leaving him with no power to fight back.

In retrospect, Hong Qigong definitely didn't go all out that day. If Wu Chengyu hadn't resorted to shamelessness and given Hong Qigong aphrodisiacs, and if Hong Qigong hadn't actually intended to capture him, Wu Chengyu probably wouldn't have been able to escape.

In his current state, if he encounters one of the Five Masters who has long entered the realm of subtlety, he will definitely suffer a loss. Facing them, the difference is almost like heaven and earth.

But if you use it to easily crush weaker opponents like you are now, it's just too easy.

Of course, this was also because the Jin cavalry were ambushed, half of them were shot dead, and the rest were unable to form a battle formation and were divided and surrounded.

If a hundred cavalrymen charged in formation with unstoppable force, Wu Chengyu would not dare to confront them directly. He could only use his lightness skill to dodge and then fight on the move.

All I can say is that today's pretentious act was perfectly timed, placed, and executed; it was impossible not to act that way.

After that, Wu Chengyu treated the commander as if he were a general, striding forward slowly but closing in instantly. No matter how the other attacked him, he would casually dodge, then pull the other off his horse with one hand and extend his knife with the other. Before the Jin cavalryman even hit the ground, his neck had already been cut open.

Sometimes reciting a poem can kill a person; sometimes reciting a poem can lead to the deaths of three or four cavalrymen.

The men brought by Yan Chunyu were completely stunned. They raised their swords but forgot to attack, and just watched helplessly as Wu Chengyu recited poetry while slowly and methodically sending all the Jin soldiers to their deaths.

After the last line of the poem was recited, there were no more Jin cavalrymen on the warhorse; all the enemies were dead, and the scene was completely silent.

Those rebels knew the strength of the Jin cavalry. Although they had the advantage of timing and terrain and were outnumbered, in the past, after this battle, not counting the wounded, at least a dozen people would have died. But now, not a single person had died. At most, a few people were stabbed by Jin soldiers as soon as they engaged in combat.

They now looked at Wu Chengyu as if he were a devil, a smiling, elegant devil who killed like mowing grass, and their hands and feet went cold.

The more casually Wu Chengyu killed, the more terrified they became. The more heroic and passionate the warriors were on the battlefield, the less they wanted to be killed so easily and without resistance.

After killing everyone, Wu Chengyu slowly walked up to Yan Chunyu and handed the curved sword back to him.

"My move is called 'Seven Steps to Poetry, Strike with a Blade to Take a Life.' What do you think, Chief?"

Yan Chunyu felt a little parched. She subconsciously took the scimitar, looked at Wu Chengyu's smiling face, and recalled the way he had spoken in her ear when he took her scimitar. She felt inexplicably ashamed and annoyed.

"Just kill someone, why make such a fuss? If you're going to recite poetry on the battlefield, you'll be punished with thirty lashes by my soldiers."

Besides, I was educated when I was young. You didn't write the poem "Ode to a Knight-Errant." You pretty boys are always putting on airs.

After arguing with Wu Chengyu, Yan Chunyu turned away from him and shouted, "Brothers, bandage up the wounded. The rest of you, check if there are any surviving Jin dogs. Give them all a final blow, then clean up the battlefield. These surviving warhorses are all valuable; take them all."

The rebels, as if waking from a dream, realized that obedience to orders was ingrained in their bones. They immediately ignored Wu Chengyu and busied themselves with their tasks. Wu Chengyu, feeling awkward and unwelcome, suddenly missed his former physique. Perhaps this woman was into that kind of thing, but calling him a pretty boy was a bit of an exaggeration. How many pretty boys have you ever seen who could kill with a smile?

He slowly left the battlefield and returned to the dense forest, sitting by the campfire. At this time, Old Man Liang was organizing the treatment of the wounded. There were not many wounded, and soon he moved closer to Wu Chengyu.

"Who exactly are you, kid? Your martial arts skills far exceed my imagination, yet you're so young, looking like a pretty boy with a pedantic air."

You're using martial arts from the Jianghu (江湖, the martial arts world). I've traveled all over the country and never seen a young master like you.

Since you're willing to help my righteous army, you must also be a righteous person willing to fight against the Jin dogs. Therefore, please reveal your identity. If you continue to be secretive, then you're not a true friend. We appreciate your help, but we don't want to be brothers with someone whose identity we don't know.

After saying this, Yan Chunyu also came to the campfire. She didn't interrupt, but looked intently at Wu Chengyu, waiting for his reply.

Actually, Wu Chengyu's deliberate display of his skills had the opposite effect, frightening Yan Chunyu and the others. With such powerful martial arts, if he were to attack them, Yan Chunyu and the others would surely face annihilation.

Wu Chengyu asked, "Boss, how long has it been since you last saw Brother Lu and Sister Niu?"

“Last year I went to Jiaxing and met Brother Lu and the others. I heard recently that they were ambushed at Tiger Hill, but I had to go to Hebei at the time, so I couldn’t help them.”

Upon hearing this, Wu Chengyu immediately realized that Shaanxi and Zhejiang were too far apart. Although Yan Chunyu was a descendant of Yue Fei's army, it was impossible for him to know about Yan Chunyu's assassination attempt on Shi Miyuan.

Now, the only people in the world who know that Wu Chengyu killed Shi Miyuan are Lu Zhiyi and fewer than ten others who were guarding Yu Xiaowu's body at the time.

These are all trustworthy brothers who would not easily reveal the truth to outsiders, let alone to people thousands of miles away.

"So who exactly are you? It's one thing to say you know Brother Lu and the others, but there's no reason for you to know Sister He."

"My surname is Wu, and my name is Wu Chengyu. By all accounts, I am also a descendant of Yue Fei's army?"

"How come I don't know of any generals in Yue Fei's army with the surname Wu?"

Wu Chengyu was annoyed after hearing this and retorted, "It's not only the descendants of the generals under Marshal Yue who can be called descendants of the Yue Family Army, okay? My grandfather was a member of the Beiwei Army back then. What? Can't you use the name of the Yue Family Army if you're not a descendant of a general?"

"No, but your appearance was too coincidental, your identity was unclear, and your martial arts were terrifyingly high. For the sake of the righteous soldiers behind me and the lives of those thousands of people, I have to be cautious."

“In that case, I can’t think of any way to prove my identity. I was originally going to enter the Jin Kingdom and head north. Why don’t we part ways at Dasanguan and not bother each other?”

"No need for that. Once we reach Dasanguan, I'll have a way to verify your identity."

I just don't know if you dare to come with me and prove yourself.

(End of this chapter)