The Legend of the Condor Heroes: Starting from the Bodyguard

Chapter 202 Punching Ouyang Ke

Lingzhi Shangren was thrown into the campfire by Huang Yaoshi. He had no hair, but his cassock caught fire. Once the cassock was thrown away, he was fine.

The campfire was burning brightly because of the extra cassock. Helian Chuncheng, Yin Kexi and others dispersed to make room.

Ouyang Ke walked over, wanting to show off in front of Li Mochou, and asked Zhou Yan, "Head镖师, spear or sword?"

Zhou Yan chuckled, "Young Master Ouyang is unarmed, so I'll have to learn your martial arts skills."

Ouyang Ke was overjoyed, thinking to himself, "You're really courting death. I'm still somewhat wary of you wielding a spear and sword, but what do you mean by hand-to-hand combat?"

"You've got guts," Ouyang Ke laughed. "Leader, please make your move."

"it is good!"

Zhou Yan finished speaking with a "good" and brought his hands together in front of him, bending his knees downwards and slightly opening them.

Fanziquan (a type of Chinese martial art).

"Huh?" The few remaining Changfeng镖师 (bodyguards/escorts) and江湖恶客 (villains/outlaws) were all unimpressed, their surprise tinged with mockery. They didn't believe Zhou Yan could unleash any extraordinary fist techniques; they thought they were just common martial arts performed by street vendors.

Ouyang Ke let out a "ha".

Ouyang Feng said in a deep voice, "Ke'er must not underestimate the enemy."

As soon as he finished speaking, the ground beneath Zhou Yan's feet exploded, and the thumping sound rapidly approached Ouyang Ke. Zhou Yan's steps propelled his body forward, and his punches created a violent whooshing sound. In a short moment, the ferocity and power of "Flipping Fist" reached its peak with this momentum. His punches were heavy and swift, and then his body changed shape as his right elbow swept over.

Ouyang Ke suddenly rose and lowered his body, using his grappling technique to grab Zhou Yan's elbow at the "Quchi" acupoint. Zhou Yan changed his elbow strike into a chop, and with a "bang," the young master of White Camel Mountain's arm slammed down.

Zhou Yan lunged forward, delivering a fierce "Iron Mountain Lean" that exploded just as Ouyang Ke had time to raise his arms to protect himself.

With a sudden crash, like snow falling and mountains collapsing, Ouyang Ke, who had been forcefully struck by the "Iron Mountain Lean," staggered back several steps. In an instant, Zhou Yan's footsteps thundered, and before Ouyang Ke could regain his footing, a series of punches, elbows, chops, and strikes from the "Turning Fist" came crashing down.

Zhou Yan's punches were "like a torrential rain, crisp as a whip." Those bodyguards and martial arts villains who looked down on this style of boxing had never seen anyone who could perform "Flipping Fist" with such ferocity and speed, and whose fist techniques, body movements, and footwork were perfectly integrated.

Their expressions turned serious.

Ouyang Ke felt punches and elbows coming from all directions, a chill running through him. He mustered all his strength and unleashed his "Divine Camel Snow Mountain Palm" to parry. This palm technique was characterized by its elusive movements and dense, snowflake-like strikes.
In the blink of an eye, the smoke and mist gave way to a thunderous and torrential sound.

After only a few dozen moves, Ouyang Ke felt that Zhou Yan's boxing technique was becoming more and more ferocious. Every time he clashed with Zhou Yan's fists and palms, his arms would go numb from the explosive force of the punches.

Ouyang Ke used his "Divine Camel Snow Mountain Palm" combined with his "Instant Thousand Miles" lightness skill to move swiftly forward, backward, left, and right, making his movements appear graceful and agile. However, to the onlookers, it seemed as if Zhou Yan was chasing after him.

As Ouyang Ke fought, he became increasingly alarmed and ruthless. Seeing Zhou Yan's fist and arm coming straight at him like a spear, he dodged to the side and punched Zhou Yan in the chest.

Zhou Yan swung his fist downwards, but suddenly Ouyang Ke's fist seemed to become soft and boneless, strangely changing direction to strike Zhou Yan's shoulder.

Hong Qigong and Huang Yaoshi were both surprised. They thought in unison that the fist was as agile as a snake and difficult to defend against when it attacked suddenly. Could it be a technique developed by the old poison master?

Ouyang Feng's expression was somewhat gloomy. His painstakingly created martial arts technique, intended to give him a surprise victory in the Mount Hua Sword Tournament, had been seen by the old beggar and Huang Yaoshi.

In a flash, he thought that now that he had obtained the Nine Yin Manual, he might as well read it. What could that old beggar do to him? In this world, the only one who could compare to him was Huang Yaoshi.

A sudden "thud" echoed across the arena; Zhou Yan had lowered his arm and raised his elbow to parry Ouyang Ke's "Snake Fist." In an instant, Zhou Yan's "Turning Fist" transformed into the "Mandarin Duck Elbow," one of the elbow techniques in the Yue Family Boxing Manual.

The Mandarin Duck Elbow is the most difficult to master; the hands move like monkeys playing with fruit. Zhou Yan's elbows are like windmills, their attacks raining down like a storm.

Ugh! Ouyang Ke felt a chill run down his spine. He could certainly hit Zhou Yan with his punch, but he couldn't avoid being hit by Zhou Yan's powerful elbow strike.

After a moment's hesitation, Ouyang Ke was forced to retreat continuously by the "Mandarin Duck Elbows" that came from both sides.

Hong Qigong laughed heartily: "Brother Feng, your nephew's Snake Fist is no match for you."

This old beggar has sharp eyes and can tell that I learned the martial arts from snakes. Ouyang Feng thought to himself, and said with a somber expression, "The elbow technique that Seventh Brother taught to the镖头 (镖头 is a famous镖师, a person who is very skilled at martial arts) is truly exquisite."

Hong Qigong drank the wine and said cheerfully, "This is not the old beggar's martial arts. I don't even know it."

Huang Yaoshi was surprised to hear this. He considered himself to be knowledgeable and familiar with all the martial arts in the world, but he had never seen this elbow technique before. He was not surprised because it was originally taught by Hong Qigong. But now that he heard this method, he was quite surprised.

Ouyang Ke's momentum was overwhelmed by Zhou Yan, and he became increasingly flustered. Suddenly, Zhou Yan changed his technique, and his flying palm and kicking movements became graceful and elegant.

What kind of boxing style is this?
While Ouyang Ke remained vigilant, Zhou Yan unleashed a move called "Red Jade Drumming," rapidly striking with both arms. Ouyang Ke parried with his hands crossed. Zhou Yan then switched to "Red Dust Night Run," launching a surprise attack. Ouyang Ke's arms moved like snakes, striking Zhou Yan's wrist. Suddenly, he transformed his stance into "Green Pearl Falling from the Tower," a move from the "Beauty's Fist," lunging to attack Zhou Yan's lower body.

Li Mochou, her eyebrows dancing with excitement, wielded the "beauty's fist technique" from the Ancient Tomb, a style that was truly elegant and graceful.

Zhou Yan's attack struck from head to toe, and even with Ouyang Ke's long arms, he was powerless to reach it.

He staggered backward, but in an instant, Zhou Yan rose up and "Wenji Returns to Han" landed on Ouyang Ke. "Wenji Returns to Han" is derived from "Eighteen Songs of the Nomad Flute," and this move also has eighteen palms.

Ouyang Ke only managed to catch twelve of the palm strikes, while the remaining six landed on his body. In an instant, his shoulders, chest, and abdomen seemed to fly like wild dragons, and for a moment he seemed to float in the air, his entire body swelling up.

"Ke'er"

Ouyang Feng roared and lunged at Zhou Yan.

"That's enough, kid!"

Hong Qigong hurriedly shouted, his figure suddenly blocking Ouyang Feng's path. The two clashed fists and palms, creating a shockwave that sent earth and rocks flying and flames crashing down. The air within that small space almost swirled into a vortex.

With a loud bang, Hong Qigong and Ouyang Feng stepped back.

Zhou Yan and Ouyang Ke's figures shifted in an instant. He landed beside Li Mochou, while Ouyang Ke staggered back a few steps, spitting out blood with a "pfft," and gritted his teeth, saying, "I will avenge today's humiliation in the future."

Zhou Yan said with a somber expression, "I'll wait for you!"

"Ke'er" Ouyang Feng helped Ouyang Ke up.

"Uncle... Uncle, I can manage."

"Old poisoner, we agreed not to meddle in the affairs of the younger generation."

Ouyang Feng smiled sinisterly, "Ke'er, let's go!"

Huang Yaoshi took out a jade box from his bosom, opened the lid, and took out three scarlet pills, saying, "Brother Feng, among all the medicines for injuries in the world, I fear none can surpass the Impermanence Pill of my Peach Blossom Island. Give these three pills to your nephew, one every seven days, and his internal injuries should be healed."

"Thank you, Brother Yao."

Li Mochou glanced at Huang Yaoshi, quite displeased, thinking to herself, "Why is this man so meddlesome?"

Zhou Yan, however, found it normal. The interactions between the Eastern Heretic, Western Poison, and Northern Beggar were difficult to judge by common sense. They could fight each other, or they could drink and chat. What he was seeing was perfectly normal.

"Thank you, Brother Yao." Ouyang Feng accepted the pill and expressed his gratitude.

Ouyang Ke said weakly, "Thank you, Uncle Huang."

"You're welcome."

"Seventh Brother, Brother Yao, until we meet again."

Ouyang Feng cupped his hands to the two men, then turned and left with Ouyang Ke. Helian Chuncheng, Nimo Xing, and the others, all with sinister expressions, hurriedly followed.

After the uncle and nephew walked a little further away, Ouyang Ke said, "Uncle, I am not reconciled."

Ouyang Feng smiled sinisterly, "You lost from the start because of your lack of momentum and lost your composure. Actually, you're not that much worse off. Don't worry, I'll pass on my skills to you. In time, you'll definitely be able to kill that kid. I'll also have the snake slave bring over some venomous snakes. What do we have to fear from that old beggar or Huang Yaoshi?"

Ouyang Ke's expression brightened: "Thank you, Uncle."

……

After Ouyang Feng left, Huang Yaoshi, seeing that Huang Rong was no longer on Zhongnan Mountain, had no desire to linger.

"Seventh Brother, it's time to say goodbye. See you another day."

“There is a young prince in Mongolia named Khodu who is holding a grand banquet for heroes in Zhongdu. Why don’t we meet in Zhongdu?”

Huang Yaoshi's mind raced. Thinking that his daughter might have heard the news and gone to Zhongdu, he said, "Alright, I'll have a good drink with my seventh brother then."

"must."

Huang Yaoshi cupped his hands in greeting, and his figure flew away like a crane in flight, disappearing into the distance in an instant.

Li Mochou smiled sweetly, "Senior Hong, I'm bringing you some honey I collected."

Zhou Yan said, "I'll make snake soup for you, senior."

"How delightful!"

The three of them talked, and their voices, though faint, could still be heard even where Lin Chaoying's maid was hiding.

Her expression was quite complicated; Mochou was hard to keep.

(End of this chapter)