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

Chapter 548 The Arrogance of the Eastern Heretic, Huang Rong's Plea

Ultimately, Huang Yaoshi is actually a person with a full-on show-off attribute, even though he spends most of his time hiding on Peach Blossom Island as a recluse.

He never actively flaunts his various skills, which are known to outsiders. All his emphasis on the beauty and rhythm of his martial arts tells others that he is a very powerful person. Not only powerful, but also elegant, aloof, and unfathomable. This persona is deeply ingrained.

Wu Chengyu's philosophy was influenced by later generations. He watched a lot of mixed martial arts, Muay Thai, boxing, Krav Maga, and even ground fighting. When he fought, he always emphasized pragmatism, hitting wherever it hurt and kicking wherever it would kill.

By comparison, he was already quite well-mannered; at least he didn't grope Huang Yaoshi's groin, poke his eyes, use the "Thousand Years of Killing" technique, or bite his ear.

Huang Yaoshi now realized that no matter how much he argued, he would always be the one who lost, so he stopped talking.

He stood firm as a pine tree, his palms, one yin and one yang, held open in front of his chest, instantly gathering an overwhelming and unstoppable force. Then, he pushed his palms forward, unleashing an invisible and intangible yet terrifying palm force capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks. This palm strike, like a tidal wave, hurtled towards Wu Chengyu from afar!

Wherever the palm wind passed, peach leaves, broken branches, gravel, and dust on the ground were all swept up, forming a roaring mad dragon!

Wu Chengyu's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he did not take the blow head-on. In the instant that the palm force, which was enough to crush the reef, touched his body, his footwork suddenly became extremely strange.

Her figure moved like a ghost, seemingly to the left but actually to the right, sometimes forward, sometimes backward, each step placed in an unpredictable position, like a fleeting shadow, which was the Lingbo Weibu (Lingbo Steps).

The violent, cleaving palm strike was slightly deflected by his unpredictable movement, grazing past him with a thunderous roar!
With a deafening crash, a thick peach tree behind them, requiring two people to encircle, snapped in two, sending splinters flying like rain. The peach grove, swept by the aftershocks of the palm strike, was a scene of utter devastation, with petals swirling wildly in the air as if caught in a whirlwind.

Huang Yaoshi was shocked. His Qimen Footwork, which incorporated the wonders of the Hetu and Luoshu principles, was always unpredictable.

At this moment, he was subtly restrained by the opponent's strange and elusive footwork, as if the landing point of each step was predicted in advance. He had been proud of his footwork after incorporating Qimen Dunjia into it, but he did not expect that Wu Chengyu's footwork also contained the wonders of the I Ching, and even completely suppressed him.

What alarmed him even more was that this time Wu Chengyu did not use the "Fighting Stars Shift" technique, but instead used his insight into the battle situation and his micro-control of his body to dodge his attack with the slightest error. This showed that Wu Chengyu's mastery of the micro-level was by no means inferior to his.

In the instant his mind was slightly distracted, Wu Chengyu moved. Taking advantage of the turbulent wind generated by the force of his palm strike, he suddenly crouched down and sped across the ground, kicking out with both feet in quick succession.

It wasn't a fancy leg technique, but the most direct, lowest, and most ruthless sweeping kick. At this moment, the Gale Leg Technique completely abandoned any moves, focusing solely on the most intense output.

His aim was straight for Huang Yaoshi's ankles and the back of his knees, kicking up dust and leaves like a sweeping earth dragon.

Huang Yaoshi changed his posture again, unleashing the Whirlwind Sweeping Leaves Leg Technique. His legs transformed into a blur of green, with a gust of wind howling as he deflected each sweeping kick that came close to the ground, producing a series of rapid cracking sounds.

The two figures moved with lightning speed, rapidly crisscrossing each other in the clearing of the peach grove.
Huang Yaoshi's moves became increasingly exquisite and mysterious. The Falling Petal Palm technique was layered upon layered, the Orchid Finger Technique was as if he were plucking flowers with a smile, and the Finger Flicking Divine Skill was like a cold lightning bolt shooting out from time to time.

However, Wu Chengyu's fighting style became increasingly simple, direct, and treacherous.

His fists, palms, claws, elbows, knees, and shoulders—every part of his body became a weapon, unleashing the most primal and efficient killing power within a small space.

The two fought for dozens of moves, neither able to suppress the other, and both constantly searching for the other's weakness or the opportunity to determine a winner.

"Swoosh!" Another finger strike from the Finger Flicking Divine Skill shot out like an ice needle. Wu Chengyu's left arm muscles bulged, but he did not dodge. Instead, his left palm circled around and actively met the finger strike.

Huang Yaoshi's finger strikes were powerful enough to pierce through wood and stone, and a flesh-and-blood body would inevitably be injured if it took the blow head-on. However, when the finger strikes Wu Chengyu's palm, a cold and invisible energy immediately appears around Wu Chengyu's palm, which is harder than steel. The finger strikes the energy without leaving a trace.

Huang Yaoshi's heart skipped a beat. When did this kid develop such a protective energy? With his discerning eye, he could tell that this protective energy was only within the range of Wu Chengyu's palm and forearm. However, his attack just now was completely unrestrained, yet it had no effect whatsoever, indicating that his full-force attack could not break through the opponent's palm defense.

In that moment of hesitation, Wu Chengyu's body, like a bowstring stretched to its limit, suddenly unleashed its power, transforming into an incomparably fierce arrow, its head as the tip, slamming into Huang Yaoshi's face.

Caught off guard, Huang Yaoshi was using old moves and had not yet developed any new skills. He never expected that Wu Chengyu would use his head as a weapon and engage in such a suicidal attack.

In his haste, he only had time to cross his arms to protect himself, but Wu Chengyu's headbutt, which seemed to be a display of all his strength and fighting spirit, did not appear.

Huang Yaoshi inwardly cried out in alarm, realizing he had fallen for the kid's trick. Wu Chengyu's powerful, heavy headbutt, which seemed to be all attack and no defense, was actually a feint.

Both of them were at the level of subtlety, and their ability to anticipate the enemy's moves canceled each other out. However, they could always predict how their opponents would exert their strength and how they would prepare to attack.

Wu Chengyu's headbutt move just now was so similar. He used his feet to generate power, the force started from the ground, passed through his knees, waist and hips, and spine, and the power was layered and progressive, using his own core as the axis to smash his own head down.

The final burst of power was like an arrow released from a fully drawn bow, leaving no room for retreat, so Huang Yaoshi had no choice but to fall for it.

However, Wu Chengyu's bones and muscles were simply too strong. His powerful core strength forced him to withdraw the force the moment he slammed his head down, thus abruptly changing the trajectory of his movement.

If it weren't for his strong physique, anyone else would probably have had their spine broken into several pieces in an instant, or at least their tendons torn. But Wu Chengyu only felt a little strained.

But since this move fooled Huang Yaoshi, it inevitably gave them the upper hand. In a battle between masters, one wrong step can lead to many more.

Wu Chengyu's fists aimed straight for Huang Yaoshi's wide-open chest. Huang Yaoshi managed to withdraw his arms to block again, but it was too late to exert any force. He felt an irresistible force crashing down on him like a tidal wave, his arms throbbing with pain, and his protective internal energy instantly dissipated.

He was sent flying backwards by the blow. After managing to stand up, he staggered back seven or eight steps, each step leaving a deep imprint on the ground before he finally regained his balance. A sweet taste rose in his throat, and a trickle of crimson blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

He slowly raised his head, his eyes filled with dazzling stars. Finally, he forced his gaze to focus through the scattered peach blossom fragments and land on Wu Chengyu, who was several feet away.

Wu Chengyu did not press his advantage at this moment. Instead, he reached out and rubbed his waist. His clothes were torn in several places during the battle of qi, making him look a little disheveled, but he was not injured at all.

The young man's figure remained as steady as a rock, his eyes as sharp as an eagle's, fixed on Huang Yaoshi, yet not a single heavy breath could be heard, and his stamina far surpassed that of the old man Huang Yaoshi.

“Island Master Huang, I just said that I can fight with my fists, palms, claws, fingers, shoulders, elbows, hips, knees and legs, but I didn’t mention using my head.”

Although I'm not as particular about manners as you are, sticking your head out to hit someone is really unsightly, so I've never practiced that head-butting skill.

Don't accuse me of cheating; after all, I made myself perfectly clear, you just didn't listen.

Huang Yaoshi's face was pale. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his breathing was heavy, and his eyes still burned with an inextinguishable fighting spirit, but he could no longer see any of the elegance and demeanor of a master.

But what he cared about wasn't that Wu Chengyu had just tricked him; being able to fool him was a skill in itself. Huang Yaoshi simply scrutinized every part of Wu Chengyu's body.

This young opponent, whom I once considered hopeless, has become a top-notch master after more than a decade. His fighting style completely disregards rules and etiquette, showing no trace of a master's demeanor.

He devoted his life to studying martial arts, integrating Qimen Dunjia into his art. His skills included the beauty of the Falling Flower Divine Sword Palm, the power of the Sky-Splitting Palm, the mystery of the Finger Flicking Divine Skill, and the elegance of the Orchid Flicking Acupoint Hand.

At this moment, he was completely overwhelmed and disheveled by this seemingly crude but actually extremely precise and ruthless street fighting style. His self-proclaimed aloofness and profoundness were completely torn away.

But this wasn't what he found most unacceptable. He lost, he lost; he died, he died. Huang Yaoshi possessed that kind of integrity. With his keen insight, he finally discovered a fact, which was what was most difficult for him, a man who had always been proud, to bear.

Huang Yaoshi's voice was a little hoarse, with a hint of surprise: "Chengyu, your cultivation level today has indeed impressed me, but what I didn't expect was..." At this point, Huang Yaoshi actually swallowed, and his eyes became a little confused.

"What I didn't expect was that you hadn't used your full strength all along."

The protective aura on your arm just now could have completely neutralized my finger-flicking technique at close range. I didn't hold back a single bit of strength with that finger; it was extremely sharp. Even if Wang Chongyang were reborn, he wouldn't dare to take it head-on.

Since you possess such protective qi, you have never used it in any other physical combat, except to block my killing move. Otherwise, the qi in your palms would have been enough to break my bones and tendons.

And that headbutt you just made fool of me is because you used the absolute limit of power. Your attack was swift and relentless, so you could only unleash it and couldn't retract it. It couldn't possibly be a feint.

But you were able to use your physical strength to forcibly retract that move in an instant. This physical strength is more than a thousand pounds, yet you have never used such divine power in your fight with me.

Even the punch you just threw that injured me only used internal force. If internal force and arm strength were combined, and I didn't have time to exert force when I blocked it, I only used more than 50% of my internal force. I'm afraid I would be seriously injured now, probably on the verge of death.

You possessed an indestructible aura and immense physical strength, yet you used none of that when we fought. You only challenged me with your techniques, internal energy, and martial arts cultivation, and yet I was still injured by you. In this battle, I, Huang Yaoshi, have ultimately lost, and I have nothing to say.

However, Huang, who had been arrogant for decades, could not accept fighting his junior, who was not using his full strength and was actually letting him win. He thought, "Do you know that I would rather you kill me easily than have you hold back?"

Even if Huang Yaoshi loses, he should lose clearly and decisively. My martial arts skills may be inferior to others, but my backbone has always been strong.

Since you've come to avenge your aunt, you should have gone all out. Even if I die, I will have no regrets. Why hold back and humiliate me?

Now that you are the number one person at the pinnacle of the realm, at your age, even the innate realm cannot stop you. Dying at your hands would not be a disgrace to me.

"Come on, let's exchange another blow and see just how powerful you are when you go all out."

As he spoke, Huang Yaoshi, who had been injured and was somewhat hunched over, gradually straightened up, just like before. He was always so upright, and his pale face regained some color, but his eyes held a hint of wanting to die.

At this moment, Wu Chengyu also felt admiration. This was Huang Yaoshi, this was the Eastern Heretic. Although they were on opposing sides and had grudges against each other, this old guy was indeed stubborn and unyielding.

He may be useless and seek fame and fortune, but his integrity is also genuine.

After their fierce battle, the scene was devastated. Even the surrounding peach trees were not spared. Fluttering peach petals landed on Huang Yaoshi's disheveled hair and blood-stained blue robe, like a lone pine tree standing proudly amidst a rain of petals.

The sea breeze on the island seemed stronger, swirling up more petals and dust, which flew between the two of them, whimpering as they drifted towards the distant, vast horizon where the sea meets the sky.

At this moment, Huang Yaoshi and Wu Chengyu faced off. Huang Yaoshi forcibly suppressed his injuries and gathered all his strength to prepare for a desperate fight.

Wu Chengyu narrowed his eyes. If what Huang Yaoshi said was true, and he was allowed to use the Gang Hand technique, fusing all his divine power and internal energy, not to mention that Huang Yaoshi was already injured, even if he wasn't injured, Wu Chengyu was 50% confident that he would take his life.

Just then, a girl in white suddenly rushed into the arena. It was Huang Rong. Her face was bloodless and she was even trembling slightly.

The little girl knew her cousin would fight with her father, but she never imagined her father would die. After learning the true cause of her mother's death, she also harbored some resentment towards Huang Yaoshi, but she would never let her father die here.

She stood in front of Huang Yaoshi, arms outstretched, her figure swaying slightly, yet as stubborn as her father, her round eyes filled with resentment and pleading.

“Cousin, I won’t let you kill my father. Otherwise, just beat us all to death, and I will definitely go to the underworld to complain to my mother about you.”

Wu Chengyu scratched his head. Why did everyone think he would definitely kill Huang Yaoshi? This little girl already harbored some hatred towards him.

"Rong'er, get out of my way. Since he's here for revenge, why should I fear death?"

As soon as Huang Yaoshi finished speaking, Huang Rong turned around and knelt down in front of the stubborn old man, sobbing, "Rong'er has already lost her mother, and cannot lose her father as well. Rong'er doesn't care how her mother died, but, Father, you are all I have left."

Huang Yaoshi's face fell. No matter how eccentric his personality was, he still loved his daughter dearly. How could he bear to leave her alone in this world like this?

Thinking of this, Huang Yaoshi's accumulated internal energy gradually dissipated. He sighed, patted Huang Rong's head, and looked up at Wu Chengyu.

"I know you didn't come here specifically to kill me, but just to avenge Heng'er and yourself. You didn't even go all out in this battle, and I was already utterly defeated. You said you wanted to take something from me, so go ahead."

Huang Yaoshi was a man of great stature, so of course he could see that Wu Chengyu had no intention of killing him. For Huang Rong's sake, he finally let go and readily admitted defeat, waiting for Wu Chengyu to vent his anger.

Upon hearing this, Huang Rong immediately stood up and turned to look at Wu Chengyu: "Cousin, you won't kill my father, will you?"

Wu Chengyu shook his head: "He's right. I came here to vent my anger. If I don't vent this anger, the resentment I felt after being expelled from Peach Blossom Island will never dissipate, and my aunt's death will forever haunt my heart."

But Rong'er, with you here, how could I kill your father in front of you? Your aunt loves your father the most. If I really kill him, your aunt will probably hate me too.

My aunt was no different from my mother, so how could I be so unfilial and disobedient to her, causing her to have no peace even after death?

Why bother? A mere human life, and you're going to hate me because of my aunt, and spend the rest of your life seeking revenge? Blood relatives turning against each other, entangled in endless feuds—that would truly ruin your life.

Wu Chengyu took a few steps forward and stood in front of Huang Rong: "You and I are blood relatives. In this world, only you and I have the bloodline of the Mu family from back then. I only wish you a peaceful and happy life and protect you for the rest of your life."

He patted Huang Rong on the shoulder and looked at Huang Yaoshi again: "Island Master Huang, you lost this battle. I want to take something from you, as a member of your family, to seek justice for my aunt."

From this moment on, the name "Eastern Heretic" no longer belongs to you. From now on, whether you are called the Master of Peach Blossom Island or the Widower of the East Sea, your name will no longer be among the Five Greats of the World.

"Once I leave Peach Blossom Island and return to the Central Plains, I will be Wu Chengyu, the Eastern Heretic."

　There will only be one update today, with 4,000 words.

　　After the Peach Blossom Island storyline concludes, this book will be nearing its end. There are approximately two more storylines to go before it wraps up, making it virtually impossible to continue writing until next month.

　　Then, after more than seven months of non-stop writing, my body couldn't take it anymore.

　　To be honest, I used to weigh 230 pounds, but now I only weigh 150 pounds, a full 80 pounds less. I didn't exercise, diet, or take any medicine; it was purely because I had a serious illness, and my body really couldn't take it anymore.

　　I might not be able to guarantee daily updates this month, I really need to take a break, but I can assure you I will absolutely not abandon this project, and I will finish what I started.

　　Thank you all for your continued support. (bows)

　　
　
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