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

Chapter 397 What a filthy lama!

Wu Chengyu was stunned. When a lama from the snowy region, with a not-so-bright face, uttered the four words "filthy scoundrel" in a heavy Tibetan accent, Wu Chengyu genuinely didn't understand, but he keenly sensed that it wasn't a compliment.

When he finally figured out what those four sounds meant, he was still cursing inwardly that this ugly lama was mistaking him for Lu Zhishen and Wu Chengyu for Zhen Guanxi who had just finished cutting meat sauce, when a large, dark hand with a fishy smell appeared before him.

These large hands might not actually be that black; they probably haven't been washed in a long time. The fishy smell isn't solely from Lingzhi Shangren using poison in his practice; a significant portion of the odor comes from the lama's body odor.

It's too absolute to say that Tibetans don't bathe, but this lama in front of me really does not bathe.

Most importantly, just like in the original story when he ambushed Wang Chuyi, Master Lingzhi was preparing to ambush him. No matter how high-minded and arrogant he had acted before, when he saw Wu Chengyu in a daze, he immediately launched a sneak attack without thinking. He showed no demeanor of a master and struck Wu Chengyu's crown with a large handprint.

Unfortunately, being stunned doesn't mean being unprepared, and this ugly lama's movements weren't particularly agile or fast; the attack was just a bit sudden.

Wu Chengyu didn't need to use any light footwork or Lingbo Weibu. He simply used the simplest You Shen Bu from Yan Qing Quan to avoid the ugly lama's sneak attack. At the same time, from a hygiene point of view, when he was about to sneak behind Lingzhi after splitting Lingzhi's attack, he smelled the stench and couldn't help but feel a dry and itchy throat.

Bah! Not only did Master Lingzhi fail to land a single blow and nearly stumble, but he also received a large mouthful of saliva from Wu Chengyu on his face.

Master Lingzhi roared and hurriedly wiped the saliva off his face. A patch of slightly white skin appeared on his originally dark face. The ugly lama also shook his hand, causing some mud to fall onto the arena floor.

Wu Chengyu's facial muscles twitched slightly, a rare occurrence, as he felt a wave of nausea. This meant that the ugly lama's face was actually covered in a layer of black mud.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered reading an online novel in his previous life, which mentioned that Tibetans liked to mix ochre with oil and apply it to their faces to protect them from the abrasion of wind and sand and the damage of ultraviolet rays. Therefore, they did not like to wash their faces. Over time, the ochre, which was originally reddish, would inevitably turn black.

At the time, he thought it was a strange story. He had known some Tibetan compatriots in his previous life, and they were actually quite clean. Who would have thought that he would encounter such a situation one day?

Fortunately, this guy didn't smear cow dung and urine on his face as some books jokingly describe. If he had, Wu Chengyu would probably have wanted to admit defeat on the spot. It's obvious that the other party couldn't beat you, but he was going to disgust you to death.

Master Lingzhi wiped half of the mud off his face, and was now furious. It seemed that the mud had been on his face for many years and he had developed a bond with it. He charged forward again and slapped Wu Chengyu with several large handprints, each move ruthless.

Wu Chengyu felt somewhat helpless. He really didn't want to be slapped by this lama. If he did, he would get his hands covered in mud, which would be quite unpleasant.

As he dodged, he looked around and then suddenly leaped up. At that moment, the second-floor railing was also full of spectators, all men who came to have fun, with women in tattered clothes in their arms.

Wu Chengyu quickly found one among these women who met his aesthetic standards. He didn't like girls who were too thin; they either had to be as fit as Hong Niangzi or be more voluptuous and soft.

A fair-skinned, voluptuous girl, who looked every bit the part of a courtesan, was nestled in the arms of a spoiled young man with dark circles under his eyes, whose legs were trembling slightly as he watched the fight. She held a silk handkerchief in her hand. This woman had no interest in the fight downstairs and was instead trying to entice the young man back to his room to play something more fun.

The woman cried out in surprise as her white handkerchief was suddenly snatched away. She had only just realized that Wu Chengyu had jumped into the air and taken her handkerchief after the dark shadow had flashed past her.

Only then did Master Lingzhi realize that Wu Chengyu had jumped into the air and then landed.

He immediately roared, and the black energy around his arms intensified. He charged forward again, still using the Great Handprint. Wu Chengyu realized that this ugly lama's moves were very shallow, relying only on the overwhelming power of the Great Handprint.

But the target in front of Lingzhi Shangren suddenly disappeared again. He subconsciously looked at the sky and found that there was no one there. He then realized that Wu Chengyu had already flashed behind him. However, he hurriedly turned around but still could not find Wu Chengyu.

But from the looks of the onlookers, this guy immediately realized that Wu Chengyu was always behind him. However, no matter how he turned around, Wu Chengyu would turn around randomly, following him like a shadow, making it impossible for him to see him.

He swung his arm to slap Wu Chengyu backward, but unfortunately, he was too broad and lacked flexibility. His thick arm couldn't reach Wu Chengyu at all. For a moment, Lingzhi Shangren was so angry that he cried out, but he was helpless.

He won his previous two matches against opponents who only wanted to fight head-on. He was able to defeat them by using the power and hidden poison in his Great Handprint. Now, he has encountered an opponent who is extremely agile. No matter how powerful his Great Handprint is, it will be useless if he can't hit his opponent.

"If you're so capable, stand before me and fight me for real."

Wu Chengyu sighed, placed the stolen handkerchief in his hand, and then, with lightning speed, grabbed Lingzhi Shangren by the fat on the back of his neck and lifted him up with one arm.

Master Lingzhi's neck was locked, and he was hanging in mid-air, baring his teeth and claws, completely unable to resist.

In a battle between experts, his neck was directly locked, and with a little force, his neck bones could be broken. Even if Lingzhi Shangren was reckless, he dared not act rashly at this moment.

But Wu Chengyu's move wasn't meant to kill him. It was just that the flesh on the back of Lingzhi Shangren's neck was too perfect for grabbing. He believed that when Dongxie and Xidu grabbed this ugly lama by the back of his neck in the original story, they had the same thought as him, as if they would be doing themselves a disservice if they didn't grab it.

Immediately afterward, Wu Chengyu swung his arm and slammed the ugly lama heavily to the ground. The shock made Lingzhi Shangren's vision blur, and for a moment, his muscles and bones went limp, unable to get up. Wu Chengyu looked at the handkerchief and, sure enough, ripped off another layer of black mud. He looked up at the girl whose handkerchief he had snatched, who was now glaring at him with resentment.

Wu Chengyu disdained taking advantage of a courtesan. He casually tossed out his handkerchief, which unfortunately landed on Zhang Wei's face. Then he took out two coins from his belt and threw them upwards.

The silver coin rose rapidly into the air, then suddenly stopped in front of the woman, lingering briefly in mid-air. This move immediately demonstrated Wu Chengyu's profound internal strength, causing those with discerning eyes present to feel a chill and further elevate their opinion of Wu Chengyu.

Ordinary martial arts practitioners mainly practice external skills, and very few can obtain internal energy cultivation methods. Those who can generate internal energy from the outside in are enough to become honored guests of various families. The fact that Wu Chengyu can do this proves that his internal energy cultivation is already unfathomable.

Only the girl was unaware of the secret. Seeing the silver, she laughed heartily, took the silver, and shouted to Wu Chengyu, "Sir, my name is Cui Nong. I'll be waiting for you in my room tonight. You must come!"

Wu Chengyu didn't dare to look up again. Just hearing the name Cui Nong gave him goosebumps. Except for the time in Xixia, he would encounter a Cui Nong every time he went to a brothel. What was this? Brothels come and go, but Cui Nong is always there? How come he would encounter a Cui Nong everywhere he went?

It now seems that the Western Xia Dynasty, caught between the Song and Jin dynasties, was unable to achieve significant development. Could it be that the absence of Cui Nong in the brothel was the reason why its national fortune could not improve? It seems quite possible.

While he was lost in thought, Lingzhi Shangren, who had been lying on the ground, finally got up. After all, he had practiced martial arts for many years, and being thrown by brute force would not cause him too much injury.

"You Han dog, I don't know how many of you I killed back then. Han dogs should be trampled under my feet. If you have the guts, have a good fight with me and watch me beat you until your internal organs are shattered and you die."

When Master Lingzhi faced the Eastern Heretic and the Western Poison, he was just like that. Even after being defeated, he was still full of resentment and did not realize the gap between himself and his opponent. He regarded the loss he had just suffered as Wu Chengyu not daring to fight him head-on.

But Wu Chengyu has now sentenced him to death. Since his transmigration, things have been alright in the Jiangnan Song Kingdom. From the Jin Kingdom delegation that went to Hangzhou, to the Jin Kingdom spies in Chang'an, and the people from Western Xia, they were all foreigners, but without exception, they all regarded the Han people as mud under their feet, which they could trample on at will.

Now, even a big, dark-skinned, and gruff Tibetan lama, covered in black mud and reeking of stench, still looks down on Han people as if it were perfectly natural.

This was the thing that Wu Chengyu found most intolerable since his transmigration. Ever since the Five Barbarian Invasions, whenever foreign tribes occupied this Han-ruled land, the Han people were discriminated against and bullied at will. He didn't want to make sarcastic remarks now, but instead adopted a set of fighting postures that were completely different from the martial arts of this era.

Stand with one foot in front of the other, knees slightly bent, body slightly leaning forward, arms raised, elbows raised to chin level, arms on the left and right to protect the head.

If it were people from later generations, they would recognize at a glance that this set of movements is a typical Muay Thai starting stance.

Muay Thai is known for its fierce and powerful fighting style, which is extremely lethal. In fact, it is a fighting method that squeezes out the body's potential and cannot be considered martial arts at all.

However, the concept of internal strength simply didn't exist in later generations, and most traditional martial arts were fraudulent, causing Chinese martial arts to decline more and more. On the contrary, the boxing style of this small country of Siam has gained worldwide recognition in modern times.

Wu Chengyu had never learned Muay Thai in his previous life; at most, he had watched a few Muay Thai matches against Chinese Sanda (the author actually went to watch them live). However, in Wu Chengyu's eyes now, he could easily simulate Muay Thai, and even faster, stronger, and more ferocious.

Wu Chengyu lunged forward and rushed in front of Lingzhi Shangren. Then, he swung his right leg and delivered a standard side kick, sweeping Lingzhi Shangren's left knee to the side.

Lingzhi Shangren's martial arts relied on direct attacks with poisoned handprints or sneak attacks. His moves were quite rudimentary, but he had a wealth of combat experience. His slow reaction time made it impossible for him to defend against Wu Chengyu's powerful and heavy leg techniques, which were like a poisonous dragon emerging from its cave.

At that moment, he disregarded everything and slashed his large handprint directly at Wu Chengyu's chest, adopting a posture of dying together with Wu Chengyu. He was all offense and no defense, completely ignoring Wu Chengyu's attack. He was betting that Wu Chengyu would not dare to fight head-on and would automatically pull his leg back.

In his view, his palm strike was enough to kill Wu Chengyu, and even if Wu Chengyu's leg hit him, it would at most break his leg bone. He would trade a leg for Wu Chengyu's life. If Wu Chengyu had any brains, he wouldn't dare to gamble with him.

However, his large handprint posed no threat to Wu Chengyu. Wu Chengyu simply waved his hands in front of him, and the large handprint that Lingzhi Shangren had unleashed with all his might immediately went out of control, was forcefully deflected, and automatically struck his chest.

At the same time, Wu Chengyu's side kick arrived as expected. Lingzhi Shangren desperately withdrew his palm force, finally managing to reduce it by half. However, his own palm force still broke seven or eight bones in his sternum. At the same time, his left leg was in excruciating pain, and his leg bone was instantly kicked into six or seven pieces.

Before he could fall, Wu Chengyu lashed out at Lingzhi Shangren with his legs like windmills, sweeping over the ugly lama with more than a dozen kicks in succession, while maintaining his balance so that the ugly lama would not fall to the ground immediately.

The onlookers were all dumbfounded, as they clearly heard a series of sounds as Lingzhi Shangren's bones broke.

Finally, Wu Chengyu leaped high into the air, his knees and elbows striking Lingzhi Shangren's head simultaneously from above and below.

Master Lingzhi didn't even have time to let out a final scream before his head was smashed to pieces like a watermelon.

(End of this chapter)