The Legend of the Condor Heroes: Starting from the Bodyguard

Chapter 28 One Thing Subdues Another, Iron-Legged Immortal Repels the Enemy

“Mr. Ouyang, since we are acquaintances, why don’t we go to Songhelou for a drink together?”

Amidst the clamor of voices, lanterns hanging along the street illuminated the green tiles and upturned eaves of the restaurants and taverns. Wanyan Kang stood on the long street, watching Ouyang Ke walk away, and uttered these words.

On the day Zhou Yan and Hu Yanlei escorted the caravan out of the city and passed by the Prince's Mansion on their way back. It just so happened that Wanyan Kang had just returned from his trip. He had initially looked down on the five top experts hired by Wanyan Honglie, but after being lectured by the Prince of Jin and learning that Ouyang Ke was actually the nephew of the famous Western Poison, his attitude changed instantly.

Wanyan Kang wanted to become Ouyang Feng's disciple, so he naturally had to befriend Ouyang Ke.

The young master of White Camel Mountain mainly relies on Wanyan Honglie to achieve something, and of course, he also needs to be on good terms with Wanyan Kang.

The two had their own purposes, shared common interests, and gradually became close.

During this time, Wanyan Kang took Ouyang Ke to visit famous scenic spots around Daxing Prefecture and frequented high-end restaurants, carefully cultivating their relationship.

Willow head on the moon, after dusk.

Wanyan Kang and Ouyang Ke went to Songhelou, where they unexpectedly ran into Zhou Yan.

In the young prince's opinion, since he was an old acquaintance of the young master of White Camel Mountain, he must be an extraordinary person, at least in terms of martial arts skills. It was worth getting to know him.

Little did he know that the two were sworn enemies.

Ouyang Ke was tricked by Zhou Yan with lime powder, but he did not rush to the Prince's Mansion. He first had his concubines gently pull out the lime powder with a silk handkerchief, and then rushed to the city to buy sesame oil to clean it.

He waited until his eyes were fully healed before heading to the Prince of Zhao's residence. He didn't mention a word about being framed in front of Wanyan Honglie and his son; for a man of the martial world, face was of paramount importance.

Especially people like Ouyang Ke.

Wanyan Kang was unaware of the situation and misunderstood, so he loudly invited him.

Ouyang Ke moved with incredible speed, already behind Zhou Yan. He was prepared and not worried about the lime powder. The young master of White Camel Mountain grinned maliciously, "Boy, where do you think you're going?"

As soon as Ouyang Keyan finished speaking, he struck Zhou Yan's back acupoint with a palm.

Zhou Yan did not run away, because doing so would inevitably attract the attention of the other party even if he did not expose himself. So he put on the ring and pushed his strength and spirit to the peak as he moved forward.

He seemingly exposed his back without any precautions, because he possessed two deadly moves from the "Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms".

Ouyang Ke had already made his move when he spoke. Zhou Yan heard the wind behind him and felt a slight sensation on his clothes. In that instant, he swung his hand back and unleashed the "Dragon Tail Swing".

The dust kicked up by Ouyang Ke's figure on the long street suddenly caved in, and with a "bang," ripples spread out and the shockwaves scattered.

Zhou Yan felt as if his palm had struck cotton; his internal energy shone outwards, but it was like a mud ox entering the sea. Then, a powerful internal force rushed towards his opponent's palm like a galloping horse.

He retreated rapidly. In the bright streetlights, Ouyang Ke let out a low roar, and a sensation that started as pain and then became numb spread from his palms.

The young master of White Camel Mountain was consumed by rage and was also tricked by the hidden weapon the other party had hidden on his finger.

However, in a contest of palm strikes, he knew that Zhou Yan's internal strength was far inferior to his own, so he had only one thought in his mind: to quickly defeat his opponent, find the antidote, and settle accounts slowly after the poisoning was cured.

The clear moonlight poured down from the night sky, and then Ouyang Ke's white figure smashed open a gap. In Zhou Yan's vision, the other party almost flashed and erased the distance of several feet between the two.

He calmly considered that if he were to unleash "Regretful Dragon's Ascent," Ouyang Ke should have used his defensive technique, "Spirit Serpent Fist," in the heat of the moment. If they were to engage in close combat, Ouyang Ke would be poisoned and weakened, allowing him to escape.

In an instant, Zhou Yan made his move based on his deduction. He slightly bent his left leg, bent his right arm inward, drew a circle with his right palm, and pushed it outward with a whoosh.

Ouyang Ke was unfamiliar with this move, but seeing its fierce momentum, he dared not be careless. He quickly stepped aside and threw a punch in return.

Zhou Yan used the "Food Comes to You" parry from the "Free and Easy Wandering" boxing style. Ouyang Ke's arm turned into a soft whip, and after striking out, it curved in the air. It was clearly seen that his fist was going to the left, but it suddenly turned to the right and fell towards Zhou Yan's shoulder.

This was the opportunity Zhou Yan had been waiting for.

With a "thud," the moment Ouyang Ke's fist slammed into his shoulder, Zhou Yan twisted his left and right hands inward and hooked them together, using Shi Yuejia San Shou to grab Ouyang Ke's elbows.

The crackling sound of wind breaking and the rapid thud of footsteps created a deafening roar. Zhou Yan's muscles, bulging like coiled pythons, propelled Ouyang Ke into a whirlwind. The two figures moved like millstones, crashing into a nearby eatery. With a deafening crash, Ouyang Ke's body slammed into the side tables and chairs, while Zhou Yan landed, tumbling to his feet and grabbing a stool to smash over Ouyang Ke's head.

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At a table by the south window of the restaurant, a Taoist priest with long eyebrows and handsome eyes, and sparse black beard in three tufts under his chin, resembling a meticulously groomed Taoist, watched the entire exchange between Zhou Yan and Ouyang Ke. He was quite surprised, thinking to himself that the young man was using the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms of Chief Hong, could he be his disciple? The white-robed young man's style of fighting seemed to be from the lineage of Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison. This was strange; a disciple of Chief Hong and someone associated with the Western Poison were fighting together.

As he thought this, two figures crashed into the restaurant with a loud bang, shattering tables and chairs and splattering soup. The young man, who appeared to be a disciple of the gang leader Hong, slammed a stool down.

The young man in white reached out to block, and with a loud crack, his opponent was sent tumbling away.

The young man leaped out of the restaurant and disappeared into the crowd.

The Taoist priest swayed and gave chase.

Wanyan Kang rushed over at that moment.

The young prince never expected that Ouyang Ke's request to meet an acquaintance would result in an extremely fierce fight between the two, and that Ouyang Ke seemed to have suffered a loss.

He naturally wanted to come and lend a hand.

"Young Prince, seize that man!" Ouyang Ke stood up and staggered out to chase after him. Just as Wanyan Kang was about to use his movement technique to escape, the Taoist suddenly blocked his way and said sternly, "Your name is Wanyan Kang. Your master has a red mole on his left cheek, doesn't he?"

Wanyan Kang was surprised and was about to ask how the other party knew when he suddenly saw the Taoist's two gazes shooting towards him like lightning.

He took a step back and asked, "Who are you?"

The Taoist snorted coldly and channeled his energy into his right foot.

With a "snap," dust flew up from the blue bricks. The Taoist priest stopped talking, turned around and disappeared into the crowd with incredible speed, heading straight in the direction where Zhou Yan had disappeared.

Wanyan Kang lowered his gaze and saw a footprint clearly visible on the blue brick.

He took a deep breath and stepped out a footprint. He could do it with some effort, but there were no cracks in the bricks or stones around the footprint. He could never compare to that level of internal strength.

As Wanyan Kang thought this, he suddenly realized something and his expression changed slightly. "He is the Iron-Legged Immortal Yu Yangzi."

Ouyang Ke had also overheard the conversation between the Taoist priest and Wanyan Kang. He took out a porcelain bottle from his robes, quickly poured out a few antidote pills and swallowed them, then asked, "Does the young prince know this Taoist priest?"

Instead of answering, Wanyan Kang asked a question, his eyes revealing shrewdness, "Mr. Ouyang, what exactly is going on?"

"Take that kid first and we'll talk about it later."

"Is there any misunderstanding?"

"How do you say this?"

“That Taoist priest stopped me just now; he is a member of the Quanzhen School.”

Ouyang Ke was taken aback, but after realizing what he meant, he said, "That kid isn't a member of the Quanzhen Sect, he's not a Taoist."

"How is Mr. Ouyang's injury?"

"That kid is despicable; he injured me with a poisoned hidden weapon."

"Mr. Ouyang, come back to the palace with me immediately. The immortal is good at detoxifying. Don't worry, this is Zhongdu. I will definitely find that brat."

Upon hearing Wanyan Kang's words, Ouyang Ke, still shaken by the poison wounds on his body, abandoned his plan to pursue Zhou Yan and bowed, saying, "Thank you for your trouble, Young Prince."

"Mr. Ouyang, there's no need to be so polite."

Under the cover of night, Ouyang Ke hurriedly left with Wanyan Kang.

(End of this chapter)