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

Chapter 428 Guo Jing Tests His Skills
Next, for the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan, it was a scene from the past, with the ruthless and unpredictable Wuchang from Xiaoling Mountain in Wuxi returning many years ago.

Wu Chengyu then used his five fingers to penetrate Butterfly Gentleman's neck bone, applying force from top to bottom. More than twenty crisp cracking sounds came from Butterfly Gentleman's back, like a series of whips, as Wu Chengyu actually dislocated each of his vertebrae.

Immediately afterwards, Wu Chengyu raised one hand, and Butterfly Gentleman was lifted into the air like a rag doll, unable to move as if he were paralyzed from the waist down, and unable to utter a word of begging for mercy.

Finally, Wu Chengyu exerted his strength once more, his internal energy surging and vibrating rapidly. With a sudden lift of his five fingers, he forcefully pulled Butterfly Gentleman's head, along with his entire spine, from his body.

Unlike on Little Spirit Mountain, where Wu Chengyu used this ruthless move and ended up covered in blood, this time he used the force field of the Shifting Stars to deflect all the blood spurting from Butterfly Gentleman's neck, leaving not a single drop on his body.

Upon hearing this move, everyone present, except for the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan who had already witnessed it, took three steps back, their faces turning pale with fright.

Wu Chengyu casually tossed the scorpion on the ground, his hands free of blood, but he still subconsciously rubbed them together. He slowly walked back to Guo Jing's side and continued to pat the future hero's head.

Guo Jing was young after all, and seeing such a gruesome death inevitably frightened him, especially since the Butterfly Gentleman's hand had just been twisted off and was now rubbing his head. He subconsciously tried to move his head away.

But Wu Chengyu's wicked sense of humor kicked in again. He exerted a little force, leaving Guo Jing's head nowhere to go. The head of the future great hero was still quite round.

"Jing'er, are you scared?"

Guo Jing nodded, but quickly raised his head, as if to encourage himself.

"My master and the others taught me that in the martial arts world, if a person doesn't make a move, all is well, but once they do, they must show no mercy. If my master and the others want to kill him, then this person must be a bad guy. As long as it's a bad guy, there's no wrong way to kill him."

Genghis Khan also said that killing with a knife, killing with a bow and arrow, and killing like one's master are all the same; there's nothing to be afraid of.

Having fought alongside Temujin and grown up amidst the chaos of war on the Mongolian steppe, Wu Chengyu's technique was merely visually striking. Though the boy was simple and honest, his will was absolutely strong.

The saying goes, "A kind heart cannot command an army." In fact, Guo Jing later became the right-wing marshal of the Mongol westward expedition and resisted the Mongols in Xiangyang for many years. At least on the battlefield, he was never a rigid person. A leader of troops only seeks to kill the enemy to the maximum extent. Being kind and soft-hearted is a big taboo.

Zhu Cong, standing nearby, laughed loudly: "This is the second time we've seen Brother Wu make such a move. It vaguely reminds us of the heroic feat of fighting side by side to annihilate the Black Wind Duo."

Doing it again now still sends shivers down my spine. The nickname I gave Brother Wu—"ruthless and unpredictable"—was truly well-deserved.

Ke Zhen'e slammed his iron staff down in his classic move: "Jing'er is not bad either. It's not in vain that we've trained you all these years. Remember what your martial arts master said: this is how you should treat bad people, never hold back. It's just a pity that I'm blind and can't see it."

Zhang Asheng, being a butcher, carefully examined the scorpion in front of the man. Then he said to Wu Chengyu, "You always ask me to kill sheep. In my opinion, you should do it yourself from now on. You can pull the scorpion out of the sheep without a knife. I can't do that."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan and Wu Chengyu burst into laughter. Amidst the laughter, Guo Jing gradually lost his fear.

At this moment, Wu Chengyu looked at Hua Zheng and the others again: "A flower thief, and this horse bandit and the lecherous monk, Temujin's eyesight isn't very good."

Upon seeing Wu Chengyu's eyes, Hua Zheng and the others involuntarily retreated again, with Hua Zheng almost bursting into tears.

The martial arts experts she brought with her no longer had the arrogance they displayed when they first arrived. The Northern Desert Swift Blade King was on high alert, holding the thick-bladed steel sword that had been slung over his back, fully focused on his duties.

The Shaolin monk Tianzhu was pale, his lips were trembling, and he looked like he was about to run away at any moment.

Only the old Mongolian man sat up straight, his eyes no longer cloudy but gleaming with a sharp light. He unconsciously spurred his horse closer to Hua Zheng.

"Don't be afraid, I just felt itchy when I saw the flower thief. Generally speaking, I'm a soft-hearted person and really don't like killing people."

"I still remember the way you looked at me when you came here. You just thought I was some nobody. If you really knew who I was, how dare you sit so calmly on your horses? Get down, all of you."

With the last five words, Wu Chengyu suddenly shouted, his voice containing his internal energy, as well as the control of sound waves from his verbal persuasion and the Xiaoyao Sect's Soul-Searching Transmission Technique.

These martial arts practitioners immediately felt dizzy, but their warhorses all went weak in the knees, throwing them off.

“Jing’er, it’s not enough to just practice behind closed doors every day. You need a suitable opponent. At most, your masters can only give you some pointers. But Temujin is the most considerate. Let me pick a good opponent for you.”

Wu Chengyu looked at the crowd in front of him. The old Mongolian man was no good. He had used his sonic attack earlier, and everyone fell off their horses after being hit. Only the old Mongolian man was unaffected and even protected Hua Zheng and Tuolei at the first moment.

This shows that the old man's internal strength is extraordinary. Wu Chengyu couldn't guess the old man's origin. It's not surprising that one or two masters would emerge from the Mongolian grasslands.

The old man's martial arts skills are too high. He's old and shrewd. If he were to fight Guo Jing, Guo Jing probably wouldn't gain much.

Wu Chengyu then looked at the Shaolin monk. Monk Tianzhu's body was already depleted. Shaolin monks have practiced meditation since childhood, but he was completely powerless against the sonic attack and fell to the ground.

"You're not good enough. You should be practicing some of the more advanced martial arts of Shaolin Temple, which emphasize both internal and external skills. You're not qualified for the Vajra Indestructible Body Divine Skill and the Yi Jin Jing. I imagine it's something like the Dragon Subduing Elephant Skill or the Vajra Subduing Demon Divine Power."

But judging from your current state, you must have been indulging in sexual pleasures for years, depleting your essence and blood. Your martial arts skills are probably less than 30% of what they used to be. Speaking of which, you belong to the "Tian" generation. I did encounter Tian Shi and Tian Yang back then; do you know them?

Tianzhu was completely looked down upon by Wu Chengyu, and was filled with shame, yet he dared not remain silent.

"Senior Brother Tianshi is the most talented disciple of the Arhat Hall. Back then, he went down the mountain to look for Tianyang and never returned. Our temple sent people to search for him, but there was no news. Could it be that you were the one who..."

Wu Chengyu shook his head: "Back then, Tianshi and Tianyang conspired to take over someone else's business. When the victim found them, they were beaten to death on the spot. I was too young at the time and just happened to be there. I wasn't qualified to get involved. It's a pity that some of my friends from back then are no longer here."

"It's your Shaolin Temple that produced a lecherous monk a hundred years ago. Tianyang was a lecherous monk, and you are one too. Who knows, there might be more lecherous monks hundreds or thousands of years from now. It's truly despicable. My disciple will surely become famous throughout the world in the future. How could a lecherous monk like you, who has broken the precepts, be worthy of fighting him?"

Wu Chengyu then turned his gaze to the Northern Desert Swift Blade King. Although he had also been dizzy and lightheaded, his willpower far surpassed that of Monk Tianzhu. As soon as he noticed the unusual movement of his horse, he immediately leaped off and was one of the few who could stand still.

Wu Chengyu patted Guo Jing on the shoulder and pointed at the Swift Blade King.

"Bandits like these emphasize practicing their swordsmanship and striking with speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness. They fight all year round, and those who survive are all ruthless and have extremely rich combat experience."

His swordsmanship is absolutely not to be underestimated, but his internal strength is nothing to write home about, not even as good as yours.

My good disciple, go find a knife and have a good spar with him. A fellow skilled in actual combat is the best opponent.

He excels at using a fast blade. The Nanshan sword technique your Master Nan taught you is known for its stability, weight, and emphasis on defense. It's also adept at overwhelming opponents with momentum, making it ideal for dealing with fast blades.

Upon hearing this, Guo Jing fetched a steel knife, while the Swift Knife King's eyes flashed as he gripped the thick-backed steel blade tightly and spoke sternly.

"Your movements are too fast; I know I can't keep up with you. But are you really not going to make a move and just let this kid spar with me?"

"Don't worry, I've killed too many bandits in the past, so I'm really not interested in them anymore. You just need to spar with my disciple. As for whether I'll make a move or not, I've already said what I'm going to say, believe it or not."

However, if you don't go all out, then I'll have no choice but to leave you here as well.

The Swift Blade King was probably cursing under his breath. Wu Chengyu's words were clear: he had to use his full strength, or he would be killed. But if he really used his full strength and injured Guo Jing, he probably wouldn't survive either. But now he had no choice but to accept.

Guo Jing walked up to him with his sword and bowed respectfully. The Swift Blade King seemed about to return the greeting, but before he could finish, his thick-backed sword slashed out, aiming directly at Guo Jing's neck.

Guo Jing was startled and stunned for a moment, but his muscle memory surpassed his brain. Especially after Wu Chengyu re-tempered his body and he practiced various stances, his reaction and agility were frighteningly fast.

He quickly retreated a few steps, thrusting his steel knife diagonally upwards from his waist, while simultaneously twisting his hips and using his waist strength to slash the knife horizontally, just enough to block the bandit's thick-backed blade.

Anyone who uses a thick-backed sword must be very strong, but Guo Jing was a skilled archer, a master archer from the grasslands, whose arms were always incredibly strong. With Wu Chengyu's constant training, his strength was actually no less than that of the Swift Sword King.

The two swords clashed with a metallic clang. Guo Jing and Quick Blade King both staggered back a few steps. Guo Jing was alright, but Quick Blade King's eyes changed. He hadn't expected that his sneak attack would put him at a disadvantage in terms of strength.

Unable to accept that he had been repelled by a mere youth's blade, he flew into a rage. Fueled by the savagery of years of killing, he momentarily forgot Wu Chengyu's existence and swung his longsword at Guo Jing once more.

Now Guo Jing was completely focused, not seeking merit but avoiding mistakes. He used defensive moves, making the steel blade impenetrable. His reaction speed and agility were too good. Even if the opponent's blade was swung faster and faster, it could not cross the line.

After exchanging more than a dozen blows, Guo Jing's courage grew, and he began to take the initiative to fight back. His arm strength was superior to that of the Quick-Knife King, and his internal strength was also deeply rooted. The Nanshan Knife Technique in his hands contained hidden power, and every time the two knives clashed, the Quick-Knife King's arms would become sore and weak.

Just then, Quick Blade King steeled his heart, held the knife in his left hand, and reached for his waist with his right. The next moment, a cold light flashed, and another knife appeared in his hand. But this knife was incredibly fast, and Guo Jing had no chance to dodge it. It looked like he was about to have his neck severed.

Fortunately, Wu Chengyu was prepared. Just as the Quick-Knife King reached for his waist, he suddenly appeared behind Guo Jing, grabbed his belt and pulled him back. No matter how fast the Quick-Knife King's knife was, it only managed to slit Guo Jing's clothes, leaving a shallow wound on his chest.

Wu Chengyu casually slashed the Quick-Knife King away with a palm strike, then turned to Guo Jing and said, "Now you know, how could these guys who lick blood from the edge of a knife every day not have their own trump cards? In the future, when you fight with others, you must not be reckless, and you must always observe the changes in your opponent."

Just like this so-called "King of Quick Blades," his initial blade was indeed fast, but not fast enough to dominate the northern deserts. Now look at his second blade.

Guo Jing looked over at the sound and saw that the knife that Quick Blade King had just drawn from his waist was actually a Burmese knife. The blade was tough and flexible, and could even be worn as a belt around the waist. Moreover, it was incredibly light.

At this moment, Quick Blade King also spoke up and asked, "How did you know I had a second blade?"

Wu Chengyu replied as if instructing Guo Jing: "Your thick-backed steel sword is heavy, weighing at least ten kilograms. It's not suitable for you to use it for fast sword strikes. If you were to use a light weapon like a goose feather sword, your sword speed would be at least 50% faster."

Therefore, you usually use a thick-backed knife when facing an enemy, and then suddenly unleash a faster Burmese knife when the enemy is unprepared. This is your true skill as the King of Quick Knives. That's why people say that everyone who sees your knife is dead. Am I right?

"Jing'er, remember this wound on your chest. Martial arts practitioners often employ hidden schemes and will stop at nothing to survive; you must not be careless."

(End of this chapter)