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

Chapter 560 The Eastern Heretic vs. the Western Poison

The Heaven-Turning Seal, weighing over a thousand jin, slammed into the middle of the iron staff with a whistling sound, but instead of the expected booming sound, it made only a soft pop. Wu Chengyu's figure leaped backward, further distancing himself from Ouyang Feng.

But Ouyang Feng's expression immediately turned grim. The iron staff in his hand began to tremble. At first, it was just a quiet tremor, but the intensity of the tremor increased to an unimaginable level in just a few breaths.

Ouyang Feng tried his best to control the iron staff in his hand, but he could not suppress it. Finally, Ouyang Feng shouted and poured his internal energy into the iron staff, using the iron staff to fight against Wu Chengyu's palm force. In the end, the iron staff broke into seven or eight pieces under the confrontation of the internal forces of the two sides and fell to the ground.

The two strange snakes at the tip of the staff didn't even have time to scream or hiss before they were pulverized into a bloody pulp by the combined internal force of both sides.

Ouyang Feng frowned as he looked at the iron staff on the ground. Last time the two fought, Wu Chengyu had to combine his internal energy and physical strength to fight against Ouyang Feng's Toad Skill, which was at its maximum.

In other words, even without the support of superhuman strength, Ouyang Feng knew that Wu Chengyu's internal energy was inferior to his own. However, Wu Chengyu's palm strike was heavy when he raised it and lightly when he lowered it, leaving behind a force of internal energy to fight against Ouyang Feng. In the end, they still ended up fighting to a draw.

In just two or three years, this young man's internal strength had caught up with his own. In an instant, Ouyang Feng's fear of Wu Chengyu grew to an extreme degree.

It was already past midnight, the moon was hidden and the stars were sparse. In this desolate wilderness, the night was deep and the dew was heavy. The fight just now had everyone around holding their breath and falling silent, but everyone knew that Ouyang Feng had already been at a disadvantage as soon as the two sides clashed.

Ouyang Feng's tall and imposing figure stood in the center of the field, his white robe clinging to his body in the night wind, outlining his rock-hard, muscular lines.

He tilted his head slightly, his broad shoulders and back rising and falling slowly. With each breath, he made a deep, muffled "ho ho" sound, like an old ox panting at the moon. This sound was unusually jarring in the night, as if it carried a kind of inhuman bestiality.

With each deep breath, the muscles on his back seemed to writhe and bulge as if alive, arching upwards segment by segment, emitting a teeth-grinding "clucking" sound, as if a giant python was awakening and gathering strength beneath his skin.

His vertebrae jutted out so high they seemed about to burst through the tough fabric, giving him the appearance of a ferocious beast poised to pounce.

The chilling killing intent was no longer formless and intangible; it was condensed like viscous venom, silently spreading and diffusing outwards from Ouyang Feng's arched body.

A faint, sweet, and slightly fishy scent slowly drifted through the air, gradually enveloping Wu Chengyu, who was facing Ouyang Feng.

At this moment, Wu Chengyu was also startled. Just now, Ouyang Feng used the strange snake to launch a sneak attack, but little did he know that Wu Chengyu had known about the existence of the two snakes. He also took advantage of his status as the supreme among snakes to seize the opportunity to launch a counterattack, causing Ouyang Feng to suffer a setback on the spot.

But looking at Ouyang Feng now, he is different from when they fought in Hubei. His strength has obviously improved. Even if he is not as strong as Wu Chengyu, he looks like someone who has mastered the body-strengthening techniques.

The cracking sounds from Ouyang Feng's bones just now further proved that this method of physical training was no ordinary technique; it was at least several levels higher than Zhang Asheng's physical training skill.

It seems that Ouyang Feng suffered a physical disadvantage when he fought Wu Chengyu back then, and afterwards he specifically improved his physical strength to make up for his shortcomings.

Furthermore, Ouyang Feng's internal energy now contains toxicity. It should be noted that although Ouyang Feng is known as the Western Poison, he mainly focuses on snake handling, and his internal energy is known for its fierceness and power, and does not contain toxicity in its attributes.

However, in just a few years, Ouyang Feng's internal energy attributes have changed. If someone is evenly matched with Ouyang Feng, the poison in his internal energy alone is enough to gradually put the opponent at a disadvantage.

Judging from this, Ouyang Feng must have gained a lot from the Jin royal family in recent years. His martial arts skills have not improved dramatically compared to before, but if Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qigong were to face him now, they would definitely suffer a loss.

After circulating his internal energy, Ouyang Feng's aura surged, a sinister smile appeared on his face, but his voice was somewhat hoarse, like sandpaper scraping against rusty iron.

"It seems that taking shortcuts won't work. In the end, we still have to go all out to determine the winner. Wu Chengyu, you've improved a lot. Fortunately, I'm not bad either. In that case, prepare to die."

Before the words were finished, a "Ho-goo!" was heard.

A deep, muffled croak, so strange it could stop your heart, suddenly exploded from deep within Ouyang Feng's chest!

His originally tall and straight back suddenly collapsed downwards, and he instantly lowered himself to the ground on all fours, looking exactly like a giant poisonous toad full of power about to explode.

This time, it didn't take long to gather his strength. The ground silently sank where his limbs stomped, and cracks spread out like lightning for about ten feet.

In the next instant, he transformed into a blurry, dark white afterimage, accompanied by a piercing shriek that tore through the air, and rushed straight towards Wu Chengyu.

Its speed and power were beyond description by ordinary lightness skills; it was a terrifying explosion of pure physical strength combined with profound internal energy!
In the blink of an eye, two jet-black hands with sharp, hooked nails, carrying a foul, pungent mist, attacked Wu Chengyu's temples from both sides.

Before the palm strike even arrived, the pungent, sweet-smelling poisonous odor had already entered the nasal cavity, causing dizziness.

Wu Chengyu's heart tightened. It seemed that Ouyang Feng's progress was not limited to what he had just seen. The flaw of Toad Stance requiring the accumulation of power had also been greatly improved. Just now, Ouyang Feng only accumulated power for a few seconds, but his attack was more fierce than when he had accumulated power to the maximum in the past.

This guy not only refined his body and integrated poison techniques into his internal energy, but he also took his fundamental skills to a new level.

But Wu Chengyu remained fearless. His eyes narrowed slightly, but instead of retreating, he advanced. Just as Ouyang Feng's palms were about to strike his head, he took a step forward with his left foot. With a muffled crack, the hard frozen ground beneath his feet, along with half a buried rock, shattered and sank.

Using the force of that stomp, his entire body was suddenly released like a taut bowstring, and his right shoulder, like a giant hammer striking a city, crashed into the center of Ouyang Feng's oncoming chest with a muffled sound of wind and thunder.

This collision involved no fancy moves or techniques; it was purely a momentary burst of timing, angle, and the combined power of the entire body.

A muffled thud, like boulders colliding, suddenly exploded in the night.

Wu Chengyu's powerful strike landed squarely on Ouyang Feng's crossed palms, which were barely protecting his chest.

Ouyang Feng felt an overwhelming, pure, and savage force coming from his arms. The force was as powerful as a mountain collapsing, and it made his arm bones feel numb and painful. The power of his poisonous palm, which was ready to be unleashed, was shattered by more than half of it.

His massive body was so jolted backward by the force of the impact that he staggered half a step!

"What strength!" Ouyang Feng glared fiercely and let out a beast-like roar, shaking the dust off the ground beside him.

Back then, Ouyang Feng suffered a loss in physical strength when facing Wu Chengyu. To address his weakness, he sought out a high-level body-refining method from the Jin Kingdom's armory, hoping to contend with Wu Chengyu. However, he still lost.

But now, it's not just about strength anymore. Ouyang Feng crossed his hands, his fingertips hissing and turning into a strange dark gold color in an instant, the edges of his nails seeming to gleam with a cold, metallic light.

His palms flew, no longer striking directly, but transforming into countless cunning, unpredictable, and elusive dark gold finger shadows, like venomous snakes emerging from their holes, accompanied by piercing whistles that instantly enveloped all the vital acupoints in Wu Chengyu's chest and abdomen.

It was his trump card, the Serpent Fist, where each finger contained a deadly poisonous force that could pierce through gold and iron, corrode bones and rot flesh. His finger shadows danced wildly like venomous snakes, and a foul stench filled the air. At the same time, his attack angles were unpredictable, and his arms moved like boneless snakes with ever-changing trajectories, completely enveloping Wu Chengyu.

A glint flashed in Wu Chengyu's eyes, but his arms did not block or take the fatal finger strikes as an ordinary person would.

His figure suddenly became incredibly strange, swaying slightly left and right in the confined space like a ghost, the movements minimal yet so fast they left afterimages. This time, he didn't use his clone technique, but rather danced as if in shackles, pushing his subtle movements to the extreme. The explosive power of his cat-like steps was instantaneous, changing at will, dodging and weaving within a small space, repeatedly dodging Ouyang Feng's ever-changing fist techniques at the most impossible moments.

Each sway was precisely avoided by the venomous finger shadow and the hairline in front of him.

This technique is actually more difficult than unleashing the full power of the split-body technique. It requires the brain to work at high speed and to coordinate with the body's subtle micro-management to reach the pinnacle of skill.

At the same time, his arms drew countless mysterious arcs in front of him at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye. His five fingers were sometimes bent and sometimes extended, sometimes forming claws, sometimes fingers, sometimes palms, sometimes brushing, sometimes pulling, sometimes hooking, sometimes leading. His movements were smooth and natural, as if he were weaving an invisible net.

The sharp and unpredictable dark gold finger shadows, once they approached the area drawn by his arms, would disappear as if they had been thrown into the sea, either being cleverly deflected or having their core force quietly neutralized by a supple and strange force.

Regardless of the consequences, the Dragon-Capturing Claw is one of the four great freehand techniques summarized by Wu Chengyu from his own martial arts (excluding the Impartial Groin Kick). Wu Chengyu rarely uses it in his daily life.

There is no lock-on attack from the Unyielding Heaven-Turning Seal, no manipulation of Yin and Yang with the Cloud-Piercing Hand, and no long-range control with the Soul-Guiding Silk that never leaves or forsakes you.

This move may seem like just a set of boxing techniques for close combat, but it is actually incredibly versatile, adapting to the opponent's attacks with the most ingenious and swift responses.

It combines the essence of dismemberment and grappling techniques, the Nine Yin Divine Claw, the Carefree Plum Blossom Hand, and many other fist and palm techniques collected by the Murong family. It is profound and extensive, simplifying complexity and making simplicity ingenious. The reason why he used it less often before was that there were very few things that could make him use this move.

When facing Huang Yaoshi, Wu Chengyu deliberately used the fighting style of a street thug to counter Huang Yaoshi's unrestrained and elegant demeanor, aiming to defeat Huang Yaoshi with vulgarity, which was somewhat disgusting to Huang Yaoshi.

Moreover, that battle was not a life-or-death struggle; neither side had any intention to kill, and Wu Chengyu never used his full strength from beginning to end.

He originally thought that only Hong Qigong's Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms could make him use the Dragon Capturing Claw, but tonight he unexpectedly encountered an enhanced version of Ouyang Feng.

Ouyang Feng's Serpent Fist is unpredictable and difficult to defend against, but every time he changes his moves, Wu Chengyu cleverly counters them, forcing him to change his moves halfway through each attack.

Moreover, every time Ouyang Feng's arms slightly touched Wu Chengyu's Dragon-Capturing Claw, Wu Chengyu would dislocate his joints or twist his muscles in an instant.

Fortunately, the Serpent Fist also has its own characteristics. The arms are as soft as if they have no bones, yet extremely resilient. They can use muscle movement to reset the joints the instant they are dislocated. Otherwise, Ouyang Feng's arms would probably have been dismantled into countless parts by now.

Such a grappling technique can neutralize countless other techniques with a single move, surpassing even the level of the Free and Easy Plum Blossom Hand. It is exquisite and wondrous, truly the best in the world.

The two fought for dozens of moves, but Ouyang Feng's Serpent Fist gradually lost ground, and the sleeves of his clothes were already reduced to shreds on the ground.

Unable to gain the upper hand after a prolonged attack, Ouyang Feng's eyes blazed with ferocity. Taking advantage of the brief moment when Wu Chengyu deflected the Serpent Fist and shifted his stance, he took a deep breath. His arched spine emitted a teeth-grinding "crackling" sound once more, and his bones cracked like popping beans, instantly raising his accumulated power to its peak.

He suddenly withdrew his right palm to his waist, palm facing inward, fingers spread wide, and a strange dark green luster faintly appeared in the palm, as if a concentrated venom had condensed.

The air seemed to be sucked in by the power of his palm, collapsing inward for a moment, emitting a low whimper.

This is the ultimate move that Ouyang Feng recently mastered by combining Toad Stance with a certain poisonous skill. It is extremely fierce and vicious and is called the Poison Toad Heart-Destroying Palm.

This palm strike, without a howling wind, brought forth a condensed, almost tangible, dark green palm wind, silent yet as fast as lightning, like a toad's tongue suddenly flicking out to strike its prey, directly hitting Wu Chengyu's vital acupoint at the center of his chest.

Wherever the palm strike passed, the air seemed to be corroded by a deadly poison, emitting a faint hissing sound.

However, Ouyang Feng was filled with doubts after fighting for so long. The two strange snakes did not dare to attack Wu Chengyu earlier, but now he did not have time to think about why.

However, after dozens of moves, Wu Chengyu should have absorbed a lot of the sweet and pungent smell carried by the palm strikes, so why did he still not show any signs of poisoning?

From this perspective, Wu Chengyu, the supreme human snake, completely countered Ouyang Feng's poison skills, but Ouyang Feng was completely baffled.

However, this move, "Poison Toad Destroys the Heart," although the poison gas was useless against Wu Chengyu, the palm wind was condensed like a dark green poisonous dragon, silent yet deadly, and instantly reached Wu Chengyu's chest.

In a flash, the Innate Qiankun Technique within his body rapidly circulated. In his dantian, both the extremely cold and profound Yin internal energy was instantly activated to its extreme, and the extremely strong and pure Yang internal energy surged out, as powerful as waves.

The two energies of Yin and Yang are not clearly distinct, but rather are forcibly blended together in a mysterious way as thoughts race through the mind.

Instead of thrusting his palms out in a wide arc, he crossed them in front of his chest with lightning speed. One palm was yin and the other yang, one cold and the other hot. His inner force formed a small, almost invisible yin-yang vortex between his palms, or perhaps a cloud of energy, carrying with it tiny lightning generated by the interplay of yin and yang.

Neither Yin nor Yang, the Cloud-Moving Hand.

Ouyang Feng's dark green poisonous palm, imbued with the full power of the Toad Stance, landed solidly on Wu Chengyu's crossed palms and disappeared into the clouds.

There was no earth-shattering explosion of energy, only a strange force that was both chillingly cold and intensely hot, like countless icy steel needles and red-hot branding irons, instantly piercing through Ouyang Feng's palm and frantically drilling into his meridians.

The domineering toad venom was forcibly blocked, rushed, and twisted by this strange Yin-Yang reversal, and then turned into nothingness.

Ouyang Feng grunted, an unnatural blush flashing across his face. He felt as if his palm strike had hit a rotating, half-ice, half-fire wall, yet he had no point of contact with it.

Not only did it fail to crush the enemy, but it was also backfired by the combined force of ice and fire, causing its blood and qi to churn and its wrist to ache terribly.

He was horrified, never imagining that such a bizarre application of internal energy existed in the world.

The two men's palms touched and then separated, the powerful recoil causing both to stagger back three steps, the ground beneath their feet shattering.

Wu Chengyu merely deflected the force, while Ouyang Feng was thoroughly repelled, his blood surging in his chest and abdomen, and he nearly coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Ouyang Feng forcibly suppressed his surging blood and qi and the strange ice and fire energy invading his meridians, unleashing his ferocity like a wounded beast.

He suddenly let out a sharp, piercing shriek that soared into the sky, startling birds perched in the distant woods into flight.

He swayed and pounced again, unleashing without reservation the fierce and poisonous palm strikes of Toad Style, the cunning finger shadows of Snake Fist, and many insidious and vicious secret grappling techniques from White Camel Mountain.

The wind howled, the finger shadows filled the sky, and the poisonous gas permeated the air, as if a bloody storm and poisonous rain had suddenly risen from the ground, completely engulfing Wu Chengyu!

The ferocity and intensity of the offensive had reached a level of perfection, with each strike carrying the determination to destroy everything in the process!
(End of this chapter)