The Legend of the Condor Heroes: Starting from the Bodyguard

Chapter 158 Using Claws to Break Fingers, Feigning Kindness

Father, like son.

Aside from Zhou Yan, Huang Rong was the only one who noticed something amiss.

Of course, her keen insight stemmed from knowing Yang Kang's character and conduct through Zhou Yan's words.

When the Three Masters of Quanzhen, Ke Zhen'e, and others attempted to assassinate Wanyan Honglie, Huang Rong was in the private room of Songhelou.

The patron dispatched dozens of skilled men to provide assistance, but they were immediately assassinated by a masked man in black.

After the man in black succeeded, he ran wildly with the head of the Jin master to Songhe Tower and then disappeared into the rows of buildings. The Jin royal family and royal procession frantically surrounded the Zhao Prince's mansion's troops from both the front and rear.

Huang Rong thought of "luring the tiger away from the mountain" and "using someone else's knife to kill".

She reminded Qiu Chuji and the others, and with the same thought as Zhou Yan, she followed the man in black.

……

The masked man in black landed silently in the alley. He glanced back and saw a white figure swiftly approaching from not far behind him. Judging from the lightness technique, the figure's cultivation was quite remarkable.

The patron's head was placed in a black cloth bag, hanging at the waist of the man in black. He gave Huang Rong a fierce look, his body trembled, and a faint cracking sound came from his bones.

"Hey, what kind of hero are you?" Huang Rong landed, cautiously not moving forward, and spoke from a distance of several feet.

"The Way of Yama"

The masked man chuckled, revealing his menacing teeth. His body sank like a dragon, and after a brief pause, he shot out like an arrow released from a bow, fueled by immense momentum.

The lime dust exploded in the narrow street, then was swept back towards Huang Rong by the shockwave generated by the man's figure.

Zhou Yan, who was rushing towards Huang Rong from behind, was stunned for a moment. Huang Rong had also learned to throw lime. She must have thrown it herself when fighting the Western Region Vajra Sect monk Baoneng at the Tongguan Yellow River dock, and Huang Rong carried some with her afterward for self-defense.

"How unlucky I am! I just randomly met someone whose cultivation is extraordinary. This person is hiding his strength." Huang Rong thought to herself, her toes barely touching the ground as she moved lightly like a kite in the wind towards the direction Zhou Yan was coming from.

Separated by a wave of dust, the man in black suddenly crashed through the floating dust curtain, his hands like sharp claws stirring up the clouds as he fell towards Huang Rong.

Huang Rong's face paled.

"bowing down"

When the familiar voice came, Huang Rong didn't hesitate. She quickly lowered her head, bent her arms inward, and thrust her elbows forward like an arrow into the black-clad man's chest.

Behind her, Zhou Yan propelled himself forward, his spine exerting force, his claws opening and closing, his refined internal energy surging forth from five acupoints—the thumb "Shaoshang," the index finger "Shangyang," the middle finger "Zhongheng," the ring finger "Guangchong," and the little finger "Shaozhe"—following the guiding principle of the "Crushing Divine Claw."

Zhou Yan unleashed his inner strength, his left and right hands interlocking to grasp the ten fingers of the man in black.

The man in black suddenly lowered his arm, his muscles churning like a giant python as he used finger techniques to dismantle and counter-lock. In the blink of an eye, the grappling and counter-grappling techniques unfolded between the two. Amidst the dust, Huang Rong crashed into the man in black's chest. She felt as if she had hit a hard rock, cried out "Ouch!" and squatted down on the ground.

Zhou Yan and the man in black tumbled and rolled through the alley, like intertwined dragons, spinning in the air before landing. Zhou Yan sensed that the opponent's finger technique was powerful and fierce, with the force of a single fingertip capable of shattering solid stone. The man in black was equally astonished; outside of his own martial arts, he had never seen such an indestructible claw technique.

Both were shocked, but their attacks were incredibly fierce. With a "whoosh" sound, the sleeves of the man and Zhou Yan were ripped apart at the same time, bursting into thousands of butterflies.

Suddenly, a roar like the tide resounded from the monk's abdomen. He transformed his fingers into palms, pushing his left palm against his right, and a strange palm wind howled and swept across the room.

Zhou Yan also used the phrase "The dragon that soars too high will regret it."

With a loud bang, the force spread out in a semi-circle in the smoke and dust, and the two figures slid out at the same time. The man flipped into the courtyard next to him, bounced up after landing, leaped over the roof ridge, and sank into a patch of green tiles.

Zhou Yan rubbed his chest and exhaled a breath of stale air.

"This person is incredibly skilled, what do you think?" Huang Rong asked.
"I know who the other person is."

“Speak.”

"The Vajra Sect monk from the Western Regions is more powerful than the Baoneng monk we encountered at Tongguan. The palm strike we exchanged just now felt very familiar."

As Zhou Yan spoke, recalling their previous encounter, two martial arts techniques that originated from Shaolin Temple suddenly came to mind.

"The Mighty Vajra Finger" and "The Vajra Prajna Palm".

"How did the people from the Vajra Sect of the Western Regions get involved in this matter?" Huang Rong asked, puzzled.

"I have some clues, but I need to organize them first. Shall we go to Songhelou first?"

"it is good."

Huang Rong took out the Earth Goddess mask from her bosom, put it on her face, and began to complain: "Sprinkling lime is no fun at all."

"You need to have experience."

"Do you use it often?"

"Fortunately, as my cultivation level improves, I'll need to use it less and less."

The two exchanged questions and answers, quickly approaching the Songhe Tower.

……

The long street in front of "Songhelou" had long since become a sea of ​​noise. Huang Rong's warning was drowned out, and neither Qiu Chuji, Ke Zhen'e, nor anyone else heard it.

All kinds of voices are intertwined.

"Catch the assassin."

"The Emperor has been murdered."

Ke Zhen'e and Han Xiaoying fought side by side. He swung his steel staff like thunder, smashing the Zhao Prince's personal guards blocking his way. Amidst the countless sounds of bones breaking, he managed to squeeze to a place less than a few feet away from the Prince's carriage.

"The Jin emperor has been assassinated. I wonder which hero did it. If we kill that traitor Wanyan Honglie today, the Jin kingdom will surely perish," Ke Zhen'e said to Han Xiaoying.

Suddenly, a powerful steel fork pierced through the ground, and with a clang, sparks flew as metal clashed.

"Damn it, I know you!" Hou Tonghai couldn't see Ke Zhen'e's masked face, but he recognized the weapon. He shouted and swung his steel fork like a dragon, engaging Ke Zhen'e in a fierce battle.

Han Xiaoying unleashed the Yue Maiden Sword Technique, her sword flashing like cold lightning. Blood splattered and swirled around her body as she killed one person, but as soon as she killed one, more royal guards and imperial experts surrounded her, quickly making it impossible for her to move an inch.

Wanyan Honglie was still in a daze, his mind buzzing with the news of the emperor's assassination, when Yang Kang's voice suddenly pulled him back to reality.

"Daddy."

As Wanyan Honglie's thoughts returned, the sounds of fighting and clashing weapons quickly amplified.

"Kang'er, come with me quickly."

"Father, the Emperor has been assassinated. You must think of the Great Jin Dynasty."

Wanyan Honglie was an extremely intelligent man, and in an instant he realized what the scene before him meant. "Catch the assassin."

Wanyan Honglie drew his sword and began to command the imperial guards to surround and capture Qiu Chuji, Ke Zhen'e, and others.

Yang Kang snatched a long sword from a guard in the Prince's mansion and lunged at Guo Jing.

"Kang'er, come back!" Wanyan Honglie cried out anxiously.

……

Guo Jing had been forced into the first floor of Songhe Tower by three experts from the Imperial City.

A burly guard grabbed a table and threw it. Guo Jing didn't dodge; instead, he held his sword in both hands. As the table flew over, a burst of sword light rose simultaneously, shattering the table and splitting open the guard's entire chest bone. The steel sword was embedded inside, and the two flew out together with the guard's corpse.

Two blades flashed from the left and right, attacking fiercely.

He was about to demonstrate his skill of disarming an opponent with bare hands.

Suddenly, he saw Yang Kang rush in and kick the door with his back foot.

The moment the wooden door slammed shut, Yang Kang swiftly swung his knife, cleaving a guard's spine in two.
Yang Kang then slashed sideways, his killing intent aimed at another guard's head. The guard suddenly twisted his body, dodging Yang Kang's strike, but Guo Jing seized the opportunity with a "stepping forward and lifting basket" maneuver, pushing aside the guard's right hand holding the long sword with his left palm and striking the guard's chest with his right palm.

The guard staggered backward, and Yang Kang slashed him down to the ground.

"Thanks, brother."

"Go, go quickly! The Emperor has been assassinated. The palace guards will surely accuse you assassins of being accomplices. If you don't leave now, none of you will escape."

"Where is Wanyan Honglie?"

"You can keep the green hills without worrying about having no firewood."

Yang Kang threw the long sword in his hand to Guo Jing, then turned around, smashed the window, and landed on the street.

Guo Jing thought to himself that his brother was right. He rushed out with his knife, shouting, "Master, Second Master, let's go!"

Zhu Cong saw Yang Kang enter Songhe Tower and then crash through the window to escape. Then Guo Jing appeared with a knife. Knowing that the two must have something in common, Zhu Cong whistled and threw out several hidden weapons, forcing the guards in front of him to leave.

"Walk."

Ke Zhen'e's steel staff and Hou Tonghai's steel fork clashed violently several times. Hou Tonghai staggered back several feet. Before he could regain his footing, Han Xiaoying stepped out and used the move "Lightning Illuminates the Sky," a cold light flashing as she stabbed towards the chest of the three-headed dragon.

Before Hou Tonghai could react, he rolled away. But as soon as he got up, Ke Zhen'e unleashed six poisoned darts in three directions: high, middle, and low.

Hou Tonghai shouted, "Senior brother, save me!"

Master Lingzhi leaped forward, wielding his cymbals to intercept the "Flying Bat's" hidden weapon.

Hou Tonghai, having narrowly escaped death, cursed loudly, "Damn it, watch how I smash your head!"

"Snapped"

A tile came flying through the air and struck Hou Tonghai on the head.

The tiles shattered into pieces, and a streak of blood emerged from the three-headed dragon's tumor.

Hou Tonghai felt dizzy and looked around, only to see two people emerging from the roof of Songhe Tower.

One person was masked, while another young man in white wore a mask of the Earth God.

The two who suddenly appeared were Zhou Yan and Huang Rong.

Hou Tonghai was furious and cursed, "Despicable and shameless, trying to scheme with a tile."

"Three-headed demon, you're going to die."

"Haha, so it was you, you little thief."

Huang Rong cursed the three-headed ghost, and Hou Tonghai instantly realized what she meant.

"What kind of hero would use a sneak attack to harm someone?"

"I was never a hero." In a flash, Huang Rong threw another tile at Hou Tonghai.

The three-headed dragon dodged left and right, howling loudly.

"Damn your ancestors, come down here if you dare."

"I won't throw it, you come up here."

“Come on up.”

Just as Hou Tonghai was about to leap onto Songhe Tower, he suddenly heard Sha Tongtian roar, "Don't fall for it!"

"Ha, if it weren't for my senior brother's reminder, I would have almost fallen for it. You're cunning."

Huang Rong was furious and yelled at Sha Tongtian, "You fake bald monk!"

Master Lingzhi scolded, "You're not allowed to call me a bald donkey."

"Bald monk, bald monk."

With just a few words, Huang Rong provoked Hou Tonghai and Lingzhi Shangren into a furious rage.

At this moment, Zhou Yan used his "Whirlwind Sweep Leaf Kick," scooping up a large number of tiles like a wild ox plowing the ground, scattering them like celestial maidens scattering flowers down the long street.

His technique lacked accuracy, but its advantage lay in the sheer number of tiles he used.

Tiles rained down on the long street like a storm, and amidst cries of "Ouch!" and "Ah!", dozens of people, including archers, were hit by the tiles and instantly turned black and blue.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Ma Yu, Ke Zhen'e, and others escaped and retreated to an alleyway on one side of the main street.

"Don't be so presumptuous."

Nemo Xing roared, brandishing his serpent staff to protect his head, and leaped toward Zhou Yan.

At that moment, a burly figure emerged from the first floor of Songhelou. In one stride, he was in front of Nemo Xing, who had just taken off, and threw a simple, upward punch.

Nemo was greatly alarmed and used his mind to guide his energy, protecting his abdomen.

"boom!"

Nemo felt as if he had been struck by a hammer, his body churning violently. He coughed up a mouthful of blood and flew several feet away, crashing into the chaotic crowd.

(End of this chapter)