The Legend of the Condor Heroes: Starting from the Bodyguard

Chapter 138 A Meeting of Minds Subdues the Vajra Monk
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The man who had been thrown over Zhou Yan's shoulder and hung on a tree tried to get up by using his waist and abdomen to make "Pearl to Curtain" stand up. A long whip silently passed through the rain and mist and landed on his head. With a sound like breaking pottery, a shocking amount of blood burst out.

"Xiao Wu, release the signal fire!" Zhou Yan shouted.

Liang Xiaowu was with Zhenwei's bodyguards. The fierce fighting had not yet spread over. He quickly took out a communication flare from his pocket and lit it under the cover of the rain from the tent.

A red flame rose into the air, only to be extinguished by the rain, but in the gradually descending night, it was enough to send out the message.

"Brother Zhou, please help me."

The voice of the young master of Zhenwei came through the rain and mist. The moment Zhou Yan looked over, he saw Lu Beihe holding two guns, which were rolling like two pythons. The monk's iron sleeves were like a swirling tornado, completely suppressing the guns. Even from several meters away, the rainwater that was splashed out in all directions as the sleeves were waved could be clearly seen.

Zhou Yan immediately thought of the scene in the imperial palace of Lin'an Prefecture where Ouyang Feng used his internal energy to unleash his attack through his sleeves.

This monk is a master. Zhou Yan stomped his right foot on the ground and charged forward.

"Where do you think you're going!" Two blades of light burst forth from the rain and swept over. Zhou Yan barely paused, parrying the opponent's arm holding the blade with his left hand, and thrusting his right hand along the ribs, making the "Crushing Divine Claw" pierce the opponent's ribs.

With a "crack," Zhou Yan pulled out the opponent's ribs. He only slightly shifted his position in the rain before another blade flashed down from his side.

Zhou Yan used the rib in his hand like a dagger to stab and thrust it into the man's jaw with a "plop".

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The man dropped his long knife, clutched his neck, and staggered backward.

In Zhou Yan's view, Lu Beihe's double-pistol thrusts failed, so he suddenly swung his gun at the monk.

The monk's footsteps sank heavily downwards, causing the rainwater on the ground to burst open like two lotus flowers. He then raised and lowered his fists, his robe billowing as if supporting the heavens and earth.

With a loud bang, Lu Beihe's two guns slammed into the cassock and were thrown out of his hands by the shockwave, disappearing into the rain.

Could it be the Shaolin Temple's "Kasaya Subduing Demon Skill"? Where did this monk come from?

Zhou Yan kicked out, and the steel knife on the ground flew out with a "whoosh." In the dim light, the monk abandoned Lu Beihe and waved his sleeves like an iron fan.

Zhou Yan rushed across several meters, and at the very moment his longsword was knocked away by the monk's iron sleeve, he unleashed the "Dense Clouds Without Rain" move from the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms.

His palm strike didn't produce any explosive sound; the sound seemed to be annihilated. However, the instant the monk's iron sleeve made contact, the "Beng" force he had comprehended while practicing in the flood in the suburbs of Xiangyang suddenly exploded.

The rain seemed to stop for a moment, then suddenly spread in all directions. The monk's iron sleeve collapsed as if struck by a venomous snake. The monk pushed with his left hand against his right, and a surge of palm force roared in.

Zhou Yan took the monk's attack head-on, but felt his arm go numb and his chest feel tight. Without thinking twice, he gathered his strength from the outside in with his limbs, and his external force and internal energy converged at the same time. He then struck out with his palm like a sudden storm.

The most righteous and powerful move in the "Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms," "Riding the Six Dragons," was pushed forward to meet the monk's second palm strike.

With a "boom," Zhou Yan was sent flying backward, his body crashing through the wall of the inn behind him before tumbling to the ground. He used his hands to prop himself up on one knee, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

The monk stumbled backward, steadied himself, and roared as his body smashed through the dense raindrops. Mud and water splashed everywhere beneath his feet, blooming like lotus flowers in the rain. In the blink of an eye, he rushed to the inn.

Huang Rong swayed, her thumb and forefinger clenched together, the remaining three fingers slightly spread, her fingers extending like an orchid, pointing towards the monk's elbow, "Quchi".

"No!" Zhou Yan shouted suddenly. The monk's "Bang" force exploded upon contact with anything. Not only would Huang Rong's cultivation fail to strike her acupoints, but her fingers would also be broken by the shock.

Huang Rong instinctively chose to trust Zhou Yan, and her figure suddenly retreated, while the monk rushed into the inn.

The square table and benches came crashing down on the monk.

The monk flew into a rage, his robe billowing in a circular motion, like a swirling vortex. The wooden table shattered into pieces and flew away.

"Take this!" Huang Rong kicked out with both feet in quick succession, sending the surrounding benches and tables flying and spinning toward the monk.

The monk's iron sleeves and cassock fluttered as everything around him was smashed to pieces.

He grinned maliciously, "I'll kill your lover first, kid."

Huang Rong was furious: "You bald monk, what did you say?"

"Do you think I can't tell you're a woman disguised as a man?"

"You bald monk, I'll gouge out your eyes."

Huang Rong was furious and unleashed the "Falling Blossom Divine Sword Palm" of Peach Blossom Island. Her palm strikes resembled falling petals, enveloping the monk from all directions. At this moment, Zhou Yan completely steadied his breathing and launched a "Regretful Dragon" attack at the monk.

The monk dared not underestimate him. He abandoned his attack on Huang Rong and began fighting Zhou Yan again. He used the "Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms" move by move to fight the monk from the Western Regions.

...Lu Beihe picked up the two pistols, glanced at the inn, and saw that Zhou Yan and Huang Rong seemed to be able to stabilize the situation. Moreover, the inn was a small space, and having too many people would only hinder their actions. He turned around and charged towards the escort agency. He had only used his movement technique to leap a few feet away when the sound of hooves thundered in the distance. Dozens of riders rolled in, and Hu Yanlei, holding a gold-inlaid tiger-head spear, became clear.

He was overjoyed.

Hu Yanlei arrived with dozens of skilled fighters, including Mu Nianci, after seeing the communication flare Liang Xiaowu had set off.

As the distance closed, a fierce battle ensued. Hu Yanlei was astonished. He had encountered robberies many times during his travels, but this group of bandits was the most ferocious he had ever encountered.

But Hu Yanlei wasn't worried. Over the past six months, the bodyguards and escorts of Fu'an had been practicing their martial arts diligently, working from dawn till dusk, and were now far more skilled than before. Together with Zhenwei's bodyguards and escorts, they could control the situation.

Huyan Lei leaped off his black horse and thrust out his incredibly skilled spear, trapping a black-clad man wielding a knife. The man swung his knife, and sparks flew as metal clashed.

With a flick of his wrist, Huyan used the elasticity of the tiger-head spear to deflect the opponent's longsword. As he swung the spear, the steel spear ripped open the opponent's entire abdomen.

At that moment, Mu Nianci stabbed a burly man in black to death on the ground.

The Fu'an bodyguards, who had dismounted, joined the battle single-handedly. The escorts, in groups of three, consisted of two with fishing nets and one who was responsible for throwing hidden weapons before stabbing with a knife, and they began to kill efficiently.

Zhou Yan had used the "Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms" many times over, just like when he practiced palm techniques in the flood in the suburbs of Xiangyang. Every time he used it, he gained a deeper and more precise understanding and mastery of the "force" the second time.

The monk was very curious. The moves were clearly the same, and he thought that if the opponent used the same trick again, he could definitely break it. But the next palm strike became strange again.

The shouts of battle outside were intense, clearly indicating that their comrades had encountered trouble.

He hardened his heart, pushed all his strength to its peak, and unleashed a fierce attack on Zhou Yan.

The inn's tiles, beams, and wooden frames clattered and fell like rain amidst the constant banging of Zhou Yan and the monks.

Zhou Yan pressed forward continuously, unleashing a series of moves: "The Dragon Regrets," "Shocks a Hundred Miles," and "Riding the Six Dragons." The monk managed to withstand two of these attacks before his figure blurred and disappeared into Zhou Yan's silhouette.

Zhou Yan swung his hand backhand horizontally, and with a "whoosh," the lime exploded, billowing white smoke.

His act of throwing lime was like a "dragon's tail swing," catching people off guard.

"Ah, you cheated."

Zhou Yan's body rose and fell, his hands like sharp claws stirring up the clouds. He roared and used the "Crushing Divine Claws" to grab the monk's arms, whose eyes were blinded by lime. The two of them spun like millstones, crashing through the wall and falling into the rain.

The lime on the other person's face hissed when it came into contact with water.

Huang Rong grabbed a stool, appeared behind the monk in a flash, and slammed it down hard.

Rain splashed everywhere, and pieces of wood flew about.

Huang Rong feigned an attack, then said, "I'll beat you to death, you bald monk."

She didn't actually smash anything more.

The monk shook off Zhou Yan's ten fingers, raised his right palm to his shoulder, and used the move "Arhat Holding a Bowl". This move was a powerful strike, with internal force gathered in one palm, which no flesh and blood body could withstand.

But it was completely empty.

In an instant, Zhou Yan lowered his shoulder, stepped forward, and rammed into her.

Tieshan used his surging force to send the monk flying a full two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters) away.

Zhou Yan rolled over and picked up a steel knife from the ground. The blade flashed into the sky, slicing a stunning semi-circle through the rain.

"Night Battle in All Directions"

This move penetrated the monk's left waist, almost severing half of his body.

"Hoo!" Zhou Yan exhaled heavily. This monk's martial arts skills were definitely no less than Ouyang Ke's.

To be able to injure such a highly skilled opponent with lime, he truly deserves the title of "Lime Martial Saint."

Zhou Yan whistled, and the "Night-Shining Jade Lion" galloped over. In the blink of an eye, with his Qingfeng sword in hand, he charged towards the most intense part of the battle.

"Horse, we meet again," Huang Rong said affectionately.

The "Jade Lion Under the Night" stretched out its head and rubbed against Huang Rongsheng's outstretched hand.

(End of this chapter)