The Legend of the Condor Heroes: Starting from the Bodyguard

Chapter 295 Xuanming Divine Palm, Hundred-Loss Taoist?
The autumn wind swept across the high walls and swirled under the eaves.

Elder Liang said, "I agree with Elder Peng taking over the Beggars' Sect, but Brother Li's words are not without merit. In that case, let's settle this through a martial arts contest, and let the most capable person take the position. What does Elder Lu think?"

As soon as Elder Liang finished speaking, a disciple of the Dirty Clothes Sect said, "But there are nearly a thousand brothers here. How long will this fighting go on?"

Lu Youjiao said, "That's true."

Elder Peng smiled slightly, "Elder Lu, I have a plan."

Lu Youjiao hurriedly said, "Elder Peng, please tell us about it?"

"It's a fact that I sometimes have conflicts with disciples from both factions, is that right or wrong?"

“That’s right.” Lu Youjiao acknowledged the debate between the dirty clothes faction and the clean clothes faction.

"How about each faction, including its elders, send three people to compete in three rounds? The winning faction will then select a talented individual to temporarily take charge of our gang?"

Li Sheng said, "It's a good idea, but the Clean Clothes Sect has three elders, including Elder Peng. How can my Dirty Clothes Sect compete with them?"

“During the fair period, each faction will send only one elder, how about that?” When Elder Peng said this, not only Lu Youjiao and Li Sheng, but all the disciples of the Dirty Clothes Faction present were speechless.

Li Sheng pondered to himself that the position of gang leader had to be held by Elder Lu. The Dirty Clothes Faction had many members and great power. With Elder Lu among them, it shouldn't be difficult to select three people to win the contest.

“Okay, I agree,” he said, then looked at Lu Youjiao.

“Okay.” Lu Youjiao nodded.

Elder Peng smiled slightly, "Then it's decided that three matches will determine the winner. Afterwards, the winning faction will elect an acting leader to lead us in fighting against the Manichaeism and searching for the leader. If the leader is killed, he will officially take over our gang and avenge the leader."

Zhou Yan was somewhat impressed by Elder Peng's move. If he were to take control of the Beggars' Sect because of this, it would be far more astute than supporting Yang Kang as the Beggars' Sect leader in The Legend of the Condor Heroes.

As soon as Elder Peng finished speaking, the disciples from both factions cheered and no one objected.

The elders and main disciples of both factions gathered together to begin selecting personnel.

Zhou Yan saw that the members of the Dirty Clothes Gang who came out were Elder Lu, Li Sheng, and an eight-bag disciple.

On the Clean Clothes Faction's side was Elder Peng, an eight-bag disciple, and a four-bag disciple.

Elder Peng cupped his hands to Elder Lu and said, "If Elder Lu is ready, let's begin."

"Okay."

The Beggars' Sect disciples all sat cross-legged to watch the martial arts competition.

On the Clean Clothes Faction's side, a four-bag disciple in his forties, with a pale face, tightly pursed lips, and a face as sharp as a knife, took the lead in making his appearance.

Li Sheng thought to himself that Lu Youjiao was going to face Elder Peng, and he couldn't afford to lose the first match no matter what. He stepped forward and said, "I'm here to learn from this brother's skills."

"please!"

……

"Does Master Hong know this disciple?" Zhou Yan asked Hong Qigong from the side of the roof, hidden in the shadow of the eaves.

“How could an old beggar recognize a disciple with four bags?” Hong Qigong glared.

Li Mochou chuckled softly.

Zhou Yan let out a shout and looked into the arena.

But then Li Sheng stepped forward and attacked, his hands cupped in front of his chest, starting with the "Free and Easy Wandering" fist technique. Suddenly, he pounced on the sheep like a hungry tiger, his right fist forming a hammer, and struck at the chest of the four disciples.

Hong Qigong shook his head at the sight.

Zhou Yan smiled as well. The essence of this "Free and Easy Wandering" boxing style lies in the word "free and easy," but Li Sheng turned "Free and Easy Wandering" into "Fierce Tiger Fist."

The fourth-generation disciple took a simple step, deflected with his left hand, and struck Li Sheng's right shoulder with a lightning-fast right fist. Li Sheng parried with a move from the "Free and Easy Wandering" style, specifically the "Food Comes to You" technique. The fourth disciple then hooked his left fist, and as Li Sheng raised his arm to block, he instantly moved behind him, his right hand forming a sharp cone shape with his five fingers, striking a vital point on Li Sheng's back.

Li Mochou whispered, "This move is hard to block."

Hong Qigong was confident.

Zhou Yan wasn't worried, as Li Sheng knew the "Dragon Tail Sweep" move from the "Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms," which would be perfect for dealing with the killing blow from behind. However, the cultivation level displayed by the four disciples surprised Zhou Yan. Whether it was their counter-attack reaction or their graceful movements, they all demonstrated outstanding cultivation. Not to mention Li Sheng, even Lu Youjiao would be no match for them. Li Sheng only felt a blur before his eyes and lost sight of his opponent. He was instantly startled and broke out in a cold sweat. Suddenly, he heard a whooshing sound behind him and felt a slight sensation on his clothes. In that instant, he swung his hand back and struck horizontally, using the "Dragon Tail Sweep."

The four disciples transformed their fingers into palms and slashed horizontally at Li Sheng.

With a loud "bang," a cloud of white mist burst out of the air. Li Sheng staggered forward a few steps, and before he could regain his balance, Si Daidi rushed forward and stomped on Li Sheng's leg with his right foot in a flash.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Li Sheng's knees buckled, and he knelt on the ground.

"You flatter me!" the four-bag disciple said.

Li Sheng slammed his fist into the ground, then stood up and cupped his hands in a gesture of respect: "This brother's martial arts are truly superb. I admire you."

"polite."

Li Sheng walked over to Lu Youjiao with a somber expression.

“Victory and defeat are common occurrences in war, Brother Li, there’s no need to be discouraged.” Lu Youjiao comforted him and stepped forward.

"This guy has impressive skills."

The four disciples bowed and said, "Greetings, Elder Lu. Please enlighten us."

"Sure, brother, please make your move."

"offend."

The four disciples unleashed a punch with a flourish. The punch was both elegant and powerful, combining strength and gentleness, revealing the perfect state of martial arts.

Li Mochou looked at Zhou Yan, who smiled slightly. She was using his specialty, the "Taizu Long Fist." Hong Qigong's expression grew increasingly somber, but his eyes shone brighter as he stared at the four disciples in the arena.

Lu Youjiao shouted "Good boxing!" and his right foot suddenly sprang out, kicking out three times in the blink of an eye. The two exchanged blows, their fists and feet striking each other. After dozens of moves, Lu Youjiao was gradually enveloped by his opponent's punches and was showing signs of defeat.

The disciples of the Clean Clothes Sect in the room were all beaming with excitement.

Zhou Yan turned his gaze back to Hong Qigong and asked, "What do you think, Qigong?"

Hong Qigong's skills had not yet recovered, but his vision was unaffected. He took a big gulp from his wine gourd, wiped the wine stains from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, and said, "Although that man fought Lu Youjiao for dozens of rounds, he moved with ease and grace, clearly hiding his true strength. What he showed was not his real power."

"Yes, I noticed that too. Shall I test the waters?"

"Can!"

Zhou Yan smiled and leaped into the air. Since it was a test, he naturally mustered all his strength. The moment his figure floated over the roof ridge, his gray robes fluttered like surging clouds. The gust of wind he stirred up was as piercing as pouring a bucket of cold water onto a red-hot iron. While he was in the air, he used the "Flying Dragon in the Sky" move from the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms to strike the four disciples.

Hong Qigong smiled and said, "Brilliant. If this move were used on an old beggar, I would have to be on my guard."

Exclamations arose from the arena as Zhou Yan unleashed his internal energy, the force pressing down on the edge of his palm causing the air to ripple like water.

The four disciples' expressions changed drastically. They felt that Zhou Yan's palm strike was like an inverted mountain, leaving them nowhere to hide and nowhere to dodge. With a low shout, they swung their palms in an arc, thrusting them out from under their armpits and suddenly facing Zhou Yan, who was flying through the air.

The four disciples extended their palms, but no palm wind arose. It was as if all the sounds in the world were annihilated in their palms, which was extremely similar to the Shaolin martial art "Diamond Palm".

Zhou Yan, being experienced, dared not be careless. He guided his qi with his mind, and his profound internal energy rose from his dantian to protect his internal organs and meridians.

With a "bang," the four palms collided simultaneously. Zhou Yan felt an extremely cold energy surge into his meridians through the "Laogong" acupoint, rushing upwards and instantly breaking through the protective internal force between the three Yang meridians of his hand.

This person is not only hiding his true abilities, but his cultivation is no less than that of Yu Huacheng and Qiu Qianren. The destructive power of his Yin-cold palm strikes is definitely superior to that of "Great Nine Heavens Hand" and "Iron Palm Skill".

Zhou Yan suddenly thought of someone, Bai Sun Dao Ren, but felt that it didn't quite fit the timeline.

He channeled his inner strength, unleashing a pure and powerful surge of energy like a tidal wave, awe-inspiring and terrifying.

Two opposing forces, one cold and one hot, spread out in arcs from their palms. Lu Youjiao felt as if he were being tormented by both ice and fire, and he stumbled backward.

Zhou Yan flipped in mid-air, landed unsteadily, and stumbled back several steps.

The four disciples also swayed slightly and retreated.

(End of this chapter)