The Legend of the Condor Heroes: Starting from the Bodyguard

Chapter 306 Qiu Qianren's Dissection
In the dim light of day, the monk Baoshou roared, his robes whistling as he charged forward like a tiger. Helian Chuncheng charged at him, his iron spear sweeping across the room.

Gongsun Zhi lunged forward, his black sword aimed at Zhou Yan's shoulder.

Zhou Yan suddenly collapsed to the ground. Monk Baoshou's "Vajra Finger" left turbulent marks in the afterimage, and Gongsun Zhi's black sword missed its mark. Helian Chuncheng sheathed his spear and thrust it violently towards the ground.

Zhou Yan, however, rolled around with extreme agility, using the "Snake-like Movement and Fox-like Turn" technique from the Nine Yin Manual.

With a loud bang, Helian Chuncheng's spear sank into the ground, and Zhou Yan rolled towards the spear.

Helian Chuncheng shouted, his arm muscles bulging, and his spear suddenly rose up, sending Zhou Yan flying. Zhou Yan tumbled and rolled several times in the air before landing behind Lingzhi Shangren, who was attacking with a cymbal.

The tall and robust Lingzhi Shangren was taken aback and turned around in a panic. In that instant, Zhou Yan used the "Red Dust Night Run" move from the "Beauty Fist Technique" to unexpectedly break through the barrier.

With a loud "thud," the robe of the Venerable Lingzhi, who had been punched, seemed to dent, and he staggered backward. Zhou Yan followed closely, clapping his hands several times in quick succession, then unleashing a continuous barrage of blows. This was "Wenji Returns to Han," consisting of eighteen beats of the Hu Jia (a type of reed pipe instrument).

In an instant, Lingzhi Shangren's abdomen, chest, shoulders, neck, and face were struck countless times by Zhou Yan. Lingzhi Shangren held the copper cymbals in both hands but could not react at all. His body was violently shaken and kept retreating, and blood was flowing wildly from his mouth and nose.

"Ah!" Monk Baoshou, who had a close relationship with Master Lingzhi, shouted furiously. He grabbed Master Lingzhi from behind and yanked him hard.

Behind Zhou Yan, a figure leaped out from the rooftop like a hawk, a fierce killing intent sweeping over him, causing the hairs on Zhou Yan's body to stand on end instantly.

"Watch out, Qiu Qianren!" Huang Rong shouted a warning.

Qiu Qianren arrived too quickly, his iron palm, imbued with immense force, descending upon Zhou Yan. He could already anticipate Zhou Yan's countermeasure: a powerful horizontal slash with his own hand.

Having witnessed the "Dragon Tail Swing" move so many times during his fights with Zhou Yan, Qiu Qianren concealed his left palm, waiting for Zhou Yan to strike horizontally. He met the attack head-on with his right palm while simultaneously delivering a powerful strike with his left.

In an instant, Zhou Yan abandoned Lingzhi Shangren, chopped off the copper rod with his right hand, twisted his waist and turned around, sweeping across the army.

The footwork in this move is a backhand strike, but the technique is the "Dragon Tail Swing" from the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms.

Qiu Qianren didn't get to see Zhou Yan's backhand slash; instead, a cymbal came cleaving down his waist. The sudden turn of events startled Qiu Qianren, who arched his back, tightened his abdominal muscles, and tensed his back.

The sharp, tearing sound was caused by the cymbals ripping through the air. A dazzling, chilling light flashed by, and Qiu Qianren's clothes ripped, revealing a wound half a foot wide below his chest.

Blood exploded like fireworks, and Qiu Qianren was thrown more than three zhang away, looking down at his abdomen in disbelief.

The muscles above and below the wound inflicted by the cymbal were rolled up, revealing shocking white fat veins, and one could even see the blue intestines along the wound.

His yellow robe was quickly soaked in blood, and the gushing blood dripped down the hem of the robe.

Qiu Qianren shivered. If he hadn't reacted so quickly, he would have been cut in half at the waist.

"Boy, I swear I'll kill you."

Qiu Qianren swiftly lifted the hem of his robe and wrapped it around his waist, exuding murderous intent as he looked at Zhou Yan and said with a ferocious expression.

"Then come on." Zhou Yan chuckled in a low voice, and threw the cymbal at the monk Bao Shou who was coming from behind him. The moment he rushed out, he exhaled and exerted his strength, combining his internal and external forces. His limbs gathered their strength from the outside in, and his external force and internal energy converged at the same time. He pushed out a move of the Dragon Subduing Palm Technique called "Riding the Six Dragons".

Qiu Qianchi simultaneously thrust out her two iron palms.

Like a raging torrent bursting its banks, two powerful energies suddenly spread out with the collision of the four palms. The air became so heavy that it seemed as if heaven and earth had merged into one in an instant, and sand and stones flew up and air currents swirled.

Qiu Qianren felt the air around him become hot and steamy, which was very much like the scene when he was practicing Iron Palm Kung Fu in the training room, sitting cross-legged in front of a hot pot of iron sand, slowly exhaling and deeply inhaling the hot steam rising from the pot.

Is this the "Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms"? Compared to his previous encounters with Zhou Yan, the completely different feeling surprised Qiu Qianren. He then swayed and took two steps back.

Zhou Yan stepped back several paces and shouted, "Again!"

Instantly, intense cramping pain spread from the abdominal wound throughout Qiu Qianren's entire body, with blood gushing out as Zhou Yan's Dragon Subduing Palm attack surged forth like a tidal wave.

Qiu Qianren dared not fight back any longer, and his body swayed as he drifted several feet away.

"Go!" Zhou Yan urged Huang Rong. "Mei Ruohua, go." Huang Rong threw a handful of "Ice Soul Silver Needles" at Bao Shou, Gongsun Zhi, Helian Chuncheng, and Sha Tongtian who were chasing after them. Mei Chaofeng's black figure flew out from the second floor of "Four Seasons Studio".

The three leaped onto the roof. Zhou Yan swept his right leg, sending dozens of tiles crashing down on Bao Shou, Qiu Qianren, and Gongsun Zhi. He floated and sank, landing on the other side of the house.

Behind him, Qiu Qianren rose like a large bird, his iron sleeves scattering tiles as he landed on the roof. Watching Zhou Yan's figure appear and disappear among the rows of buildings, Qiu Qianren felt a mix of emotions. His opponent, whom he had once struggled against, could now seriously injure him. While there was an element of opportunism involved, wasn't this also a brilliant stroke of genius born from accumulated skill and experience?

Zhou Yan has become a major threat.

……

Ouyang Ke's figure silently leaped up from the darkness and scaled the courtyard wall. He staggered a few steps and shouted, "Uncle, save me!"

In a secluded courtyard with its picturesque and exquisite scenery, resembling a fairyland, the door of a wooden building suddenly flew out with a "bang," and Ouyang Feng appeared in the courtyard, landing beside Ouyang Ke in a few leaps.

"Ke'er!" Ouyang Feng saw that Ouyang Ke's eyes were unfocused, his steps were unsteady, and his voice was trembling.

"Uncle, I was tricked by Zhou Yan and Huang Rong, and I was poisoned by a needle in my leg."

"Ah, Zhou Yan!" Ouyang Feng shouted angrily, then picked up Ouyang Ke and ran wildly towards the hermitage. "Ke'er, don't be afraid. There is no poison in this world that your uncle cannot cure. I will definitely take the lives of Zhou Yan and Huang Yaoshi's daughter."

“Uncle, just kill Zhou Yan,” Ouyang Ke said haltingly.

"Listen to Ke'er, kill Zhou Yan."

Ouyang Feng landed inside the study, took a step into the bedroom, laid Ouyang Ke flat on the bed, and with his fingernails as sharp as knives, "swoosh" cut open the trousers.

Ouyang Feng saw Ouyang Ke's blackened thigh. He removed the poison needle, smelled the swollen wound, observed the rotting skin, and then let out a long breath.

It was indeed highly poisonous, but the wound was exactly the same as the one Bao Xiang had suffered, making treatment easier.

"Zhou Yan, I will make those two spirit snakes on my staff bite you, so that you can neither live nor die," Ouyang Feng thought fiercely.

……

Zhou Yan, Huang Rong, and Mei Chaofeng's figures stretched and twisted in the night sky until they arrived at the inn where they stayed after entering the city.

Huang Rong lit the lamp and said smugly, "Even if Ouyang Ke doesn't die, he'll be badly injured. I've avenged my father. Thank you."

No sooner had she finished speaking than a voice filled with grief and indignation, yet with a metallic clang, rang out from miles away.

"Ah... Zhou Yan!"

“It’s Ouyang Feng. He’s talking about me.” Zhou Yan was taken aback.

"Ha, Ouyang Feng is furious. This is a dangerous place, not a place to linger." Huang Rong said with a smile, "It must be Ouyang Ke stirring things up by saying something about you."

"Probably." Zhou Yan nodded with a wry smile.

“From now on, we’ll face any hardship together. I still have my father; I’m not afraid of Ouyang Feng.” Huang Rong chuckled. “Let’s go!”

"it is good!"

Zhou Yan took the Qingfeng sword and the bundle, and the three of them left the guest room, paid the bill, and led their horses along the street, heading straight out of the city.

During the three's trip outside the city, several fine horses that had come from outside the city stopped at the gate of the Longmen Escort Agency.

One of the镖头 (bodyguards) leaped off his horse, picked up the body placed on the horse's back, and rushed inside.

Soon after, Helian Zhantai, Yin Donglai, and Zhang Jinzhong all saw Zhang Julu, the "Divine Fist," who had been beaten into a pulp by Zhou Yan.

(End of this chapter)