The Legend of the Condor Heroes: Starting from the Bodyguard

Chapter 208 Beating the Dharma King and Meeting a Strange Person

The sun is setting, and the clouds are rolling and unfolding.

On that high platform, the tall and slender Golden Wheel Dharma King unleashed an aura as powerful as a roaring storm.

The "Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms" and the "Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill" collided.

The swirling dust suddenly caved inward, then swept outwards along the edges of their palms, scattering smoke and dust in all directions.

Zhou Yan felt as if he had been struck by a charging elephant, his blood boiling. He stumbled backward, each step causing the wooden floor to crack and split with a series of "crackling" sounds.

The Golden Wheel Monk felt that the moment he clashed palms with Zhou Yan, several powerful energies surged forth, each stronger than the last, layer upon layer, unstoppable.

He swayed his shoulders, took a step back to steady himself, and with a shout, he propelled himself toward Zhou Yan like a grinding wheel.

Zhou Yan calmed his turbulent blood and qi in a few breaths. He felt that the Golden Wheel Monk's cultivation was slightly higher than Qiu Qianren's. Although he was no match for him, it would not be difficult for him to escape.

As Zhou Yan retreated, he snatched a longsword from one of Huo Du's followers, stomped his right foot on the ground, and lunged forward with the blade. The surging blade light flew close to the ground and swept past in a flash.

The Golden Wheel Monk's combat skills were far inferior to Zhou Yan's; he hadn't expected Zhou Yan to transform his palm into a weapon in the blink of an eye. Before he could even retrieve his silver and bronze wheels from under his robes, he hastily leaped backward.

Zhou Yan forced the Golden Wheel Monk back with his "Eight Directions Battle in the Wild" move, channeling the force into his legs and causing them to drop like a thousand pounds. With a loud crash, the cracked wooden floor beneath his feet shattered.

His body sank down in an instant, and he swung his knife backhand.

Just as the Golden Wheel Monk steadied himself and was about to launch an attack, Zhou Yan, who was in sight, sank down, and the entire wooden floorboards were lifted up and smashed down on him.

His internal strength was exceptional, and his reaction was incredibly fast. The Golden Wheel Monk activated his inner energy by slamming his sleeves out several times, sending wood chips flying everywhere in an instant, his energy like thunder.

Zhou Yan has landed on the ground below the platform.

"Here."

Huang Rong was very familiar with Zhou Yan's skills. Wearing the Earth Goddess mask, she waved and shouted in the crowd.

"Where are you going?"

Xiao Xiangzi didn't recognize Zhou Yan wearing a mask. Back in Luxi, Xiangxi, he fought with Mei Chaofeng and didn't recognize Huang Rong either. Now was a good opportunity to gain Huo Du's trust, so how could he miss it?

His body shot out like an arrow, and the iron rod in his hand smashed towards Zhou Yan.

In another seat, Ma Xiuping, who was skilled in spring kicks, got up right after Xiao Xiangzi, assessed the situation briefly, and pounced on Huang Rong.

Huang Rong swayed, her body as light as a swallow darting through the forest, and landed on Ma Xiuping.

Below the stands, Zhou Yan had already unleashed the "Five Tigers Severing the Gate" sword technique to its fullest extent. Waves of sword light fell towards Xiao Xiangzi like tides, and a fierce battle erupted amidst the dust and smoke, with the sounds of metal clashing as dense as exploding fireworks.

Xiao Xiangzi felt his tiger's mouth go numb from each strike he parried. In the midst of this intense shock, Xiao Xiangzi decided to use the iron rod, which resembled a mourning staff, to administer poison.

The next moment, something flew by, and without thinking, he swung his iron bar and smashed it.

With a "bang," white ash exploded in sight.

Xiao Xiangzi was terrified and retreated hastily, but Zhou Yan charged forward like a whirlwind, his blade flashing like lightning. Xiao Xiangzi cried out and held his staff upright in front of him.

With a clang, the long sword struck the iron rod. Xiao Xiangzi felt as if he had been hit hard in the chest by a large iron hammer. Stars flashed before his eyes, and he stumbled backward, only to be stopped by a chair. He then fell to the ground, chair and all.

Huang Rong was rushing towards Zhou Yan when Ma Xiuping met her. Before he could even unleash his "First Step, One Whip" kick, a "whoosh" sound suddenly amplified, and he was terrified, tumbling to the ground with a "lazy donkey roll."

With a loud bang, a hole the size of a thumb appeared in one of the pillars supporting the platform behind where he had been standing. Ma Xiuping's hair stood on end, and he jumped up and hid behind another pillar, no longer daring to move.

"Quickly." Huang Rong still had a smile on her face. She had nothing to worry about now. With her father around, there were no dangerous places in the world.

Zhou Yan leaped toward Huang Rong, and as the two ran out, someone else jumped out from the chairs in front. In the chaotic crowd, a man swung two chairs with both hands and smashed them over, shouting, "Benefactor, over here!"

Zhou Yan glanced at Shi Bowei, whom he had saved once, and then ran over with Huang Rong.

In fact, he could easily escape now, but he met up with the other party because he was worried that the other party would not be able to escape.

"Go!" As they drew closer, Zhou Yan gave a low shout. Shi Bowei turned and followed Zhou Yan. The three of them squeezed into the crowd and rushed outwards.

……

Ouyang Ke, who had just managed to shake off Darba in the stands, was attacked by the Golden Wheel Monk.

This is perilous. Ouyang Ke was terrified.

Suddenly, a series of sharp "whoosh" sounds rang out as one pebble after another fell onto the platform, targeting the Golden Wheel Dharma King, Darba, and others.

Ouyang Ke was overjoyed and seized the opportunity to jump off the platform.

In a flash, the Golden Wheel Dharma King swung his silver wheel and smashed it. "Bang!" Stones flew everywhere, and the silver wheel hummed.

He chased after Ouyang Ke.

The red figure surged and danced suddenly like a cloud, emitting a piercing cracking and surging sound, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured on a red-hot iron.

The Golden Wheel Monk landed and pursued for several feet when suddenly a voice came from the side.

"Monk, take this!" The Golden Wheel Monk was taken aback. He looked over and saw a beggar carrying a vermilion gourd step forward and thrust out a palm. The Monk responded quickly, slashing horizontally with his palm like a halberd.

boom!
A dull whistling sound echoed around the two of them.

The Golden Wheel Monk retreated hastily, his footsteps sinking into the muddy ground. After a few steps, he crashed into the crowd.

Hong Qigong, who had forced the Golden Wheel Monk back with a single palm strike, chuckled. His figure swayed, like a large bird soaring and undulating in the air, its silhouette winding and stretching in the afterglow of the twilight before quickly disappearing into the distance.

In the crowd more than ten feet away from the stands, Huang Yaoshi, dressed in a blue robe, vanished in a flash.

While in Zhongnan Mountain, Huang Yaoshi heard from Zhou Yan that there was a grand banquet for heroes in Zhongdu. He guessed that Huang Rong might be going to Daxing Prefecture, so he left the Ancient Tomb and headed straight for Zhongdu.

Hong Qigong already knew about this matter and, having parted ways with Zhou Yan at Zhongnan Mountain, also rushed over.

In the world of The Legend of the Condor Heroes, Ouyang Ke forcibly kidnapped Cheng Yaojia, Sun Bu'er's disciple, in Baoying County, Yangzhou. Hong Qigong only intervened to teach him a lesson and did not allow Guo Jing to kill Ouyang Ke.

They certainly wouldn't let the other party fall into the hands of the Golden Wheel Monk.

Huang Yaoshi had similar ideas to Hong Qigong.

Despite his lofty ambitions, Jinlun Fawang lacked practical experience, allowing Zhou Yan to leave unscathed. He was then thoroughly humiliated by Hong Qigong and Huang Yaoshi.

……

The noise from the stands was like a boiling ocean.

Many heroes discussed Huang Rong's claim that the Mongol army had once planned to massacre Zhongdu. Some were skeptical, while others believed it. The silver-bearded old man who had said "Those who are not of our kind are sure to have different hearts" at the beginning of the heroes' banquet loudly proclaimed, "What that girl said cannot be false. The one who attacked the foreign monk just now was Chief Hong."

"Yes, it's him, I recognize him too."

"Everyone, disperse quickly, lest the Mongols have some other schemes or tricks up their sleeves!" The silver-bearded old man's voice boomed like a bell, and the spirited heroes from all walks of life roared and surged out in all directions.

Huo Du looked at the chaotic scene, his gaze finally settling on the front row. After comparing the past few days, less than half of the thirty-odd people who had won the Heroes' Banquet with three victories in three battles were now gone. These people had also taken away the money and silver that had been their rewards.

A sinister look crept across his face as he exhaled heavily and turned his gaze toward the Golden Wheel Monk.

The Dharma King, whose mission had not yet succeeded, stared blankly in the direction where Hong Qigong had gone, his face expressionless, as still as a wooden stake.

……

The moon was obscured by clouds, its radiance vanished, and the night deepened as soon as it fell.

Zhou Yan, Huang Rong, and Shi Bowei's figures solidified in a grove of trees in the western suburbs.

Spallway bowed deeply in gratitude: "Thank you so much for saving my life, sir!"

Zhou Yan said, "Brother Shi, please don't be so polite."

"A life-saving grace should be repaid with a spring of gratitude. If my benefactor ever needs my help in the future, just send me a message."

“easy to talk about”

After telling Huang Rong where they were staying, Shi Bowei asked, "Is it true that the Mongol army once tried to massacre Zhongdu?"

"It can't be faked," Zhou Yan answered for Huang Rong.

"I almost fell for it."

Huang Rong smiled and said, "It's not too late."

"really."

"Brother Shi, is this Zhongdu something you heard about secondhand?"

Spewer said, “Yes, the Jurchens are brutal. Many of our people have died at their hands. Now that the Mongol army is attacking the Jurchens, they have been thinking of revenge. Also, my brothers and I tame wild beasts and often travel through the Qinling Mountains and beyond the Great Wall, passing through the territory of the Mongol army. We thought we could use the relationship with the Mongol prince to make things easier, but who knew that the scoundrel had such a sinister intention.”

Zhou Yan was already puzzled as to why Shi Bowei would attend the Heroes' Feast, but after hearing what the other man said, he suddenly understood.

"My benefactor's surname is Gao."

"My name is Zhou Yan."

"Zhou Engong".

"It is fine to address each other as brothers."

"How dare I? My brother and I are currently planning how to help the Mongol soldiers. I will head there first. If you have time, my benefactor, please come and visit the Ten Thousand Beasts Manor."

"good.'

"Goodbye!"

"Take care of yourself"

Spallway bowed respectfully, turned, and strode away. Huang Rong immediately exclaimed excitedly:
"When shall we go to the Ten Thousand Beasts Manor together to see if they really raise tigers and leopards or just some cats and dogs?"

(End of this chapter)