The Legend of the Condor Heroes: Starting from the Bodyguard

Chapter 92 Western Poison, Northern Beggar (Please Subscribe)
Lion heads and dragon heads roar, whirl, and collide.

Zhou Yan and Shi Xiangui's figures pushed out toward the center of the street. In the instant they clashed, they both unleashed their internal and external strength to the peak. Amidst the crackling and booming sounds, the cast iron lion head and dragon head kept clashing, scattering countless dense sparks like fireworks exploding. Smoke and dust surged on the long street, like dragons and snakes leaping and twisting wildly.

The swirling energy "poof, poof" continuously extinguished one lantern after another. Suddenly, the dragon and lion heads collided hard with a "bang," and the two figures separated at the same time. Zhou Yan staggered back several steps and crashed into the lantern stand.

With a crash, the scaffold collapsed, and a large number of bamboo poles and lanterns hanging on them fell down. He seized the opportunity to grab a bamboo pole, using it as a spear, and thrust it at Shi Xiangui with ease.

After rolling several times on the ground, Shi Xiangui sprang to his feet with a "flip-like" motion. A bamboo stick pierced through his vision. He pushed off with his feet and leaped to the side. The bamboo stick crashed into the bamboo frame behind him, and the sound of the bamboo being shattered was chilling.

Shi Xiangui had just regained his footing when Zhou Yan drew out a bamboo stick, stepped forward, and the stick in his hand bounced up in an arc, unleashing the "Yue Family Spear" killing move "Desert Lone Smoke." The bamboo stick was as fast as lightning, and the tip of the stick was aimed at Shi Xiangui's face.

This move is extremely similar to the "Phoenix Nodding" technique found in all spear techniques, but this move, which goes straight for the face, is several times more powerful than the former. With just one touch, it can shatter Shi Xiangui's facial bones like cracking an egg.

Shi Xiangui didn't recognize Zhou Yan, the man he had fought, as the one who had defeated him in the martial arts arena at the Fu'an Escort Agency. In his mind, Zhou Yan's image was fixed: superb fist skills and unparalleled archery.

As for mastering spear and staff techniques, I've never even considered it.

Seeing that he could not dodge the killing move of the "Yue Family Spear", Shi Xiangui suddenly roared and used his "Smashing Stone Hand", which he had practiced for more than ten years, to grab the bamboo stick coming towards him.

In the flickering light of the lanterns still hanging on the long street, Zhou Yan pushed his stick forward, the bamboo stick instantly arching into a semi-circle, but in an instant, he let go.

With a "snap," the bamboo stick snapped back into a straight line, and the recoil from the stick made Shi Xiangui's hand go numb.

Zhou Yan abandoned his staff, his figure like a dancing phantom, his fists whistling towards Shi Xiangui like falling petals.

On that day at the martial arts arena of the Fu'an Escort Agency, Shi Xiangui attacked Zhou Yan from behind with the "Smashing Stele Hand" technique. He used all his strength, but was knocked back by Zhou Yan's "Divine Dragon Tail Swing" move. In the contest of internal and external strength, he was at a disadvantage.

After the examination, Zhou Yan went to the mountains to cultivate and refine his skills, mastering both the orthodox and unorthodox methods. His internal strength also improved significantly. Zhou Yan moved close and unleashed the "Free and Easy Wandering" fist technique. How could Shi Xiangui possibly resist?

His "Smashing Stone" hand clashed with Zhou Yan's fist a few times. Zhou Yan's figure swayed and appeared on the opponent's side. His right hand rotated inward and hooked down, while his left hand rotated outward and passed from his chest past his right wrist. He used the "Searching for the Snake" move from the "Free and Easy Wandering" style. His right hand hooked Shi Xiangui's left elbow, while his left fist slammed into the opponent's ribs.

Shi Xiangui staggered backward, only to be enveloped by Zhou Yan's overwhelming barrage of punches. Like the sound of fists pounding a large drum, Shi Xiangui's body seemed to float in the air, then continued to retreat, each step accompanied by the cracking sound of bones breaking.

After taking more than ten steps, he fell backward to the ground with a thud.

Amidst the chaotic crowd on the long street, Mu Nianci, who was secretly providing support, was deeply shocked. She recognized the "Free and Easy Wandering" boxing technique that Zhou Yan was using.

“Zhou the镖头 is his disciple,” Mu Nianci murmured to herself.

……

Zhou Yan killed Shi Xiangui with a punch and was about to rush to Huang Rong's aid, who was being attacked by Yin Kexi and Cui Qingshan, when suddenly a clanging, metallic sound came from the night sky.

"Ke'er!"

The sound came from an unknown distance, traversing the long street and reaching the ears of all those engaged in combat.

"Uncle, I'm here."

The voices echoed back and forth from two directions along the long street, and Zhou Yan was greatly surprised. Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison Ouyang Feng, was actually in Zhongdu.

He looked in the direction of the sound and saw a seemingly burly figure appearing and disappearing among the rows of houses hundreds of feet away, like a huge ghost approaching at lightning speed.

……

The misty waves ripple across the azure sky, while the towering buildings stand against the bright moon.

On the roof of the meditation room at Kaifu Temple, Hong Qigong, with a slight beard, rough hands and feet, and clothes patched up here and there, lay on the fish-scale tiles, drinking wine from a large vermilion gourd.

Hong Qigong ate snake soup in Zhou Yan's courtyard, taught him two moves of the "Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms" and then left. In fact, he was always in Zhongdu, but he was a casual person and never deliberately looked for Zhou Yan.

"Ke'er".

The sound, like metal scraping, traveled through the incense-filled temple night sky and reached my ears.

Hong Qigong coughed twice, wiping the wine stains from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve. "Why has the old poisoner come to Zhongdu?" he wondered. He picked up the jade-green bamboo staff beside him and disappeared into the night.

……

Hong Qigong and Ouyang Feng arrived too fast. Their gray and white figures, which were like shuttles and lightning, were just a moment ago at Kaifu Temple and hundreds of feet away from Zhou Yan, and the next moment they arrived at the bustling street. The lantern scraps flying in the air left a straight line behind the two figures.

Hong Qigong was unaware that the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan and Guo Jing had assassinated Wanyan Honglie. Just as he was about to pass by, he suddenly saw Liang Ziweng leading his disciples and the royal guards besieging Ke Zhen'e and his group.

He suddenly recalled his conversation with Zhou Yan, saying that Liang Wenweng was a morally corrupt person who should be killed. Seeing that the other party was working for the Jurchens, he was naturally furious. He leaped into the air like a flying dragon, landing in front of Han Xiaoying, and kicked Liang Wenweng, sending him tumbling.

With a swift and precise grab, Hong Qigong seized Guo Jing and skillfully flung the Golden Knife Prince Consort's book to the side of the street.

Guo Jing somersaulted in the air and landed steadily on the ground several feet away. Then he saw Hong Qigong swaying from side to side, sometimes reaching out to grab, sometimes using the green bamboo stick in his other hand to poke and entangle. With a few loud "thumps", his master, second master and others landed one after another.

The cymbals in the hands of the monks who had previously fought with the masters, and the iron fan in the hands of the young master from White Camel Mountain, flew into the sky.

"Let's go, the old poisoner Ouyang Feng is here."

Liang Ziweng rolled up from the ground and saw Hong Qigong. He was immediately terrified. "Chief Hong, what brings you here?" the old monster asked as he retreated. He tripped over a corpse on the ground and tumbled back several feet before disappearing into a side alley.

Hong Qigong came to the rescue, his figure rising up like a dragon soaring through the sky to meet Ouyang Feng.

The Western Poison has already fallen to Zhang Wangyue and Helian Chuncheng's side.

He didn't see Ouyang Ke, but he noticed that Zhang Wangyue was wearing a mask, so he guessed that he was one of the people who assassinated Wanyan Honglie.

Amidst the smoke and dust, Ouyang Feng smiled sinisterly and swung his fist at the chief镖头 (bodyguard/escort) of the Fu'an镖局 (escort agency).

Zhang Wangyue swung his bamboo stick and smashed it down. With a loud bang, the bamboo stick shattered into countless fragments. Ouyang Feng rushed forward and threw a punch. Zhang Wangyue parried with all his might. After three exchanges of fists and palms, he was forced back. His body crashed through the wall on the side of the street and tumbled into the courtyard. Then, the chief镖头 of Fu'an used the momentum to leap up and spit out a mouthful of blood.

As Zhang Wangyue stood up, the swirling dust was swept away by two figures, and Hu Yanlei and Shi Baichuan, both wearing masks, landed inside.

"Chief镖头, how are you?"

"Can you hold on, Brother Zhou?" Zhang Wangyue asked.

On the long street outside the courtyard, Ouyang Feng lunged at Zhou Yan.

"Go!" Zhou Yan kicked Cui Changshun's corpse on the ground towards Yin Kexi and Cui Qingshan. Huang Rong tumbled backward several feet, turning her head to look at Ouyang Feng, her face pale beneath the mask. The aura he exuded was no less than her father's.

The figure of the Western Poison had become larger in Zhou Yan's line of sight.

"Kid, aren't you leaving yet?"

Suddenly, Hong Qigong's voice appeared in his ears, and the next moment the Beggar Clan leader carrying a gourd swept past him.

"You shameless old poisoner, you actually help the Jurchens do things."

"Bullshit."

Ouyang Feng kicked the pole of a sedan chair, causing it to rise high and stand sideways in front of Hong Qigong.

With the sedan chair in between, Hong Qigong unleashed his "Regretful Dragon" move, and Ouyang Feng's fist landed on the sedan chair in an instant.

"Let's go!" Seeing that Hong Qigong had stopped Ouyang Feng, Huang Rong knew she couldn't stay in this dangerous place. She shouted to Zhou Yan and then turned and leaped to the side of the street.

Zhou Yan took off running, but instead rushed towards the courtyard where Zhang Wangyue had fallen.

Behind him, the sedan chair was shattered into pieces by the palm strikes of Hong Qigong and Ouyang Feng, dust billowing everywhere, and a pole as thick as half a wrist flew out with a whistling sound, slamming into Huang Rong's back with a "crack".

Caught off guard, Huang Rong flew several feet straight out and landed in the alley.

(End of this chapter)