Arhats Subduing Demons: Starting with The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber

Chapter 29 Farewell and Goodbye

Everyone could hear the underlying meaning in Yun Changkong's words. Was he giving Yin Yewang face? Clearly, he wasn't!

Yin Yewang was furious, but he was a treacherous man. For decades, he had never encountered any setbacks in the martial arts world, all because of his extremely gloomy personality. He was furious, but suddenly he looked up at the sky and laughed loudly. His laughter was shocking and his white robes fluttered as if hit by a raging wind.

A buzzing sound filled everyone's ears.

Wang Xiaotian stared at Yun Changkong, pointed out the window, and said, "You've really angered this old guy. He'll definitely fight you to the death. This is no joke. How confident are you?"

Yun Changkong looked outside and saw that the Sky Eagle Cult members had surrounded the restaurant in twos and threes, making it impossible to pass through.

He was going to deal with Yin Yewang today, but he still needed to make a good reputation in the martial arts world.

He had already become an enemy of the demonic sect. If he further tarnished his reputation, the righteous sects would no longer associate with him. In the future, he would only be able to become a lone wolf, and in this chaotic world, he would hardly achieve anything significant.

The most important thing for a prestigious and upright school of thought is to have a legitimate reason for its actions.

Therefore, I thought this would be a fierce battle, but since Yin Yewang and Peng Yingyu could be used as hostages, I wasn't afraid and said, "Let's make it fifty-fifty."

"Fifty-fifty?" Wang Xiaotian couldn't believe it: "Brother, we upright people do value legitimacy, but you're playing such a big game, and you're only offering a fifty-fifty split?"

Yun Changkong smiled and said, "Brother, a 50/50 chance is already quite good. In a battle between people, how can you be sure of victory until the very end? Be content."

Suddenly, Yin Yewang's laughter ceased, and he walked towards Yun Changkong and the other man, saying, "Young brother, your inner strength is superb, and your heroic spirit soars to the heavens. Let me, Yin, learn a few moves from you." A murderous glint flashed deep in his eyes.

"I wouldn't dare say that," Chang Kong said, frowning. "Martial arts are as vast as an abyss. I've only practiced for a few years. How could I possibly be considered 'exquisite'? Unlike you, Brother Yin, everyone says your martial arts surpass even your father, the White-browed Eagle King. I would be more than happy to have you step down and teach me."

"But I've come here today solely to avenge my father, with no intention of fighting you. After all, fists and feet have no eyes; if anyone were to be injured, wouldn't that be a great pity?"

Yin Yewang laughed and said, "It is only right and proper for you to avenge your father. But you injured a member of my Yin family. Although I am unworthy, if I let this go, I, Yin Yewang, would be unworthy of being a human being! If you are afraid, just say the word, and I may spare your life!"

These words were spoken with great boldness, and Yin Wufu and Wulu felt their blood boil upon hearing them.

Yun Changkong sighed, "I am forced into this situation and have no way to retreat or avoid it. I can only risk my life to accompany you."

He got up and walked out.

"Brother Yun, you're mistaken!" Xiaotian clicked his tongue and said, "You're willing to risk your life, that's true, but accompanying a gentleman is probably a miscalculation."

Chang Kong smiled slightly: "What brilliant idea do you have, Brother Wang?"

Hearing Wang Xiaotian's hostile tone, Yin Yewang asked, "And who are you?"

Feng Tanzhu exclaimed loudly, "Young Master, this person looks unfamiliar; I don't think there's anyone like him in the martial world!"

Wang Xiaotian said, “Don’t worry about who I am. I only know that no matter how big the matter is, it can’t be governed by reason. A life for a life, a debt for a debt. Yin Wufu and his gang seized the flag of Jinyang Escort Agency and forced Chief Escort Yun to cut off his arm and swear an oath. My brother Yun came to take revenge. Since Yin Wufu and Yin Wulu lost the fight, according to the rules of the martial arts world, they should be dealt with as they see fit, without any further questions.”

But those two, taking advantage of this being your territory, acted like they were immune to all danger, pretending to be heroes!
Now you've come out, Master Yin, to avenge your family. To be honest, since my brother Yun dared to come, he's naturally not afraid of you.

But after I beat you up, won't another cult leader like Yin appear? And then he'll say, "You hit my son, how can I, as his father, let this go?"
Even if my brother Yun is invincible and beat up the leader of the Yin sect, if someone else says he is the Dharma King who protects the sect, and we have a long history, and a few messengers of light, Dharma Kings who protect the sect, wandering wanderers and the like suddenly appear, plus your Sky Eagle Sect has many people and great power, and you all come to cause trouble, will this ever end?
My brother Yun, even if he doesn't die from exhaustion, he'll be driven mad with annoyance. Let's have the heroes of the martial world judge this—is this some kind of bullying?!

Wang Xiaotian's insolent words angered the Sky Eagle Cult members, who all looked at Yin Yewang. They knew this was a provocation tactic to establish rules with Yin Yewang.

"What a silver tongue!" Yin Yewang sneered. "Do I, Yin Yewang, need anyone's help to deal with a mere youth? You overestimate your Brother Yun, don't you?"

Wang Xiaotian said, "Master Yin, whether you think highly of someone is one thing, but if you don't dare to accept, go home and practice your martial arts for a few more years. Don't try to be like those heroes who stand on the crossbeams but lack the spirit to keep their word!"

"You plotted against Yu Sanxia in the past, but then went back on your word and refused to give him the antidote, leaving him unable to fight or speak, crippling him for life. The entire Longmen Escort Agency, young and old, perished unjustly. Do you think the martial arts world has forgotten all this after a decade or so?"

Yin Yewang narrowed his eyes, a glint of shrewdness flashing within them, and said coldly, "Fine, as long as you defeat me with these two palm strikes, I will grant your wish! But if you lose, I will make it so you won't even be able to die!"

“Brother Wang, you are too reckless.” Chang Kong deliberately frowned and said, “How can you speak of Hall Master Yin like that? White-browed Eagle King is getting old. He is the future leader of the sect. If he is as shameless as you think, how can he still have the face to live in the martial arts world? How can he lead a sect?”

"Brother Yun is right to teach me a lesson." Wang Xiaotian scratched his head: "I just thought that our prestigious sects should have a legitimate reason for their actions. You came to seek revenge, which was in accordance with the rules of the martial world. I thought it would be a very simple matter, that the loser should obey orders."

Who knew things would take so many twists and turns? I couldn't stand it anymore, and in a moment of impulsiveness, I didn't think too much about it. Master Yin, I know I was being petty and judging you unfairly, you won't mind, will you?

He knew that when masters clash, the worst thing is to be impatient and agitated. The angrier Yin Yewang was, the higher Yun Changkong's chances of winning would be.

Chang Kong knew his good intentions, and besides, he was happy to see it happen so that he could get back at Yin Yewang, that despicable scoundrel.

Leaving aside Yin Yewang's treachery and broken promise to Yu Daiyan, Yun Changkong remembered that in the original story, "Zeng Aniu" was struck three times by Abbess Miejue and was beaten until he vomited blood and looked like a fool, all in order to save the Five Elements Flag.

Yin Yewang said he admired Zeng Aniu's chivalry and courage, but when he saw how skilled Zeng was in martial arts, he was tempted to kill him and wanted to eliminate him as a future threat.

What's even more despicable is that Zhang Wuji clearly wanted to help him save his daughter, yet Yin Yewang still wanted to use Wei Yixiao to kill him. Chang Kong still vividly remembers how ruthless and despicable this man was.

Such a piece of trash is actually being called someone who has inherited his father's style. If the White-browed Eagle King were someone like this, it would only lower the bar...

That's why Yun Changkong not only wanted to beat Yin Yewang so badly he couldn't hold his head up, but also to ruin the reputation he had worked so hard to build.

Killing this kind of person would be too lenient for him.

Yin Yewang realized the problem, took a deep breath to calm himself down, looked at Wang Xiaotian with a scrutinizing gaze, and said, "Boy, Yun Changkong is brave and arrogant at such a young age because of his extraordinary martial arts. What makes you so special? Aren't you afraid I'll crush you with one hand?" His face was still very gloomy when he said the last sentence.

"Master Yin is very insightful." Wang Xiaotian gave a thumbs up and said with a grin, "I am naturally not as good as my brother Yun."

But I'm just here to watch the show and spread the word about what happened today so that the heroes of the martial arts world can judge it. You just said that guests are always welcome.

"I told you, you're going to strangle me for this? Are you really just relying on your martial arts skills to bully the weak and kill whoever you want? There are plenty of people in the world whose martial arts are inferior to yours; can you kill them all?"

"So you just wanted to watch the show?" Yin Yewang let out a strange laugh, so unpleasant it sent chills down one's spine. He said, "Then I'll let you watch to your heart's content!"

With a flash, he struck the large round table that Chang Kong had specially arranged for him.

With a whoosh, the entire table crashed into Wang Xiaotian.

Yun Changkong, not wanting to implicate Wang Xiaotian, laughed and said, "You're getting angry out of embarrassment." Suddenly, he leaped up and struck out with both palms, slamming them against the edge of the table.

Yin Yewang received the true teachings of the White-browed Eagle King and was known for his powerful and profound palm strikes. Yun Changkong cultivated the "Arhat Subduing Demon Skill" and also received the inheritance of Wang Chongyang, so he could control his internal energy at will.

The two men slammed their palms on the table, making a loud cracking sound, as they used the table as a contest of strength.

But how could this round table withstand the impact of the two men's palm strikes? With a loud bang, it shattered into pieces like sand and gravel, with wood chips flying everywhere like beads. The force of the impact was beyond everyone's imagination. Some people who had come to watch the spectacle out of curiosity, who had initially thought nothing of it, were so frightened that they cried out and shoved each other, tumbling down the stairs.

Even the skilled members of the Sky Eagle Cult could not stand still and retreated, pressing themselves against the wall.

Peng Yingyu watched with growing anxiety, knowing that the outcome of the battle between Yun and Yin would only intensify their hatred and create an unsolvable situation. But at this moment, she had no way to break the deadlock.

The table did not interrupt the clash of palm strikes between Yun Changkong and Yin Yewang, but it did diminish their sharpness, so they each took a step forward.

Upon seeing this, Peng Yingyu shouted sharply, "Stop right now!"

With another thud, the two palms clashed.

Yun Changkong's arm trembled, his eyes lit up, and he was filled with admiration: "This Yin Yewang has indeed gained a great reputation, and his martial arts are amazing. It seems I will have to use my real skills!"

Yin Yewang felt a heat in his arm and was greatly alarmed: "This kid has been practicing martial arts since he was in his mother's womb for more than ten years. How can he have such skill?"

Just as their palms were about to meet, a loud shout rang out: "Wild King, take this!"

Peng Yingyu's body shot forward like an arrow. Yun Changkong knew that they had a deep connection and had been on guard against him. He had not used his full strength to begin with, and now he withdrew two-thirds of his strength in preparation for any eventuality. Who knows what this monk Peng might mean?

At this moment, Yin Yewang felt a powerful palm strike coming straight at him. He dared not take it again and had no choice but to use the force of the palm strike to dodge and retreat.

In that instant, Peng Yingyu stepped between the two, turning her back to Yun Changkong.

However, Chang Kong was determined to deal with Yin Yewang ruthlessly. Having finally seen him come to his door, he couldn't miss the opportunity. Seeing the monk so reckless, he immediately withdrew his palm strike, but his left hand reached forward and swiftly pressed several acupoints on Yin Yewang's back. Grabbing Yin Yewang's collar, he said, "Hall Master Yin, that was just an appetizer. Would you like to have a proper meal?"

He threw Peng Yingyu away and lightly struck Yin Yewang with his right palm, using the Quanzhen Sect's most ferocious "Frost-Treading Ice-Breaking Palm".

Peng Yingyu intended to resolve the feud between the two parties, but lamented that her authority was insufficient to command respect and her skills were not impressive enough. That's why she attacked Yin Yewang, given their past relationship. However, if she attacked Yun Changkong, it wouldn't be a way to resolve the feud.

Unexpectedly, Yun Changkong showed no mercy and attacked him. In the blink of an eye, he was caught by Wang Xiaotian.

Yin Yewang sneered, "It would be disrespectful to refuse!" He slightly lowered his stance and with a whoosh, his palm struck down with the force of a great axe and halberd.

With a pop, the two palms collided, and the force scattered in all directions.

Chang Kong took a step back.
Yin Yewang's stance faltered, and he retreated three steps.

Unexpectedly, Yun Changkong's palm strike contained a hidden force. He staggered back three steps and felt a surge of heat flow through his body before he was able to stand firmly in his stance.

But the shock had already caused him excruciating chest pain, a burning sensation within his body, and a feeling that his blood and qi were boiling.

Yin Yewang was shocked. Since he became famous, he had never been at such a disadvantage in terms of palm power. He never expected that he would not recognize the opponent's palm technique.

Everyone saw that Yin Yewang's white face had turned into something resembling a monkey's bottom.

Wang Xiaotian muttered, "This is what they mean by 50/50? Hmm, it means he takes one step back, but he takes six steps back?"

Yun Changkong put one hand on his hip and laughed, "Good, Hall Master Yin is indeed a gourmand. It would be disrespectful to have vegetables without meat!"

He leaped up and delivered another palm strike, as swift as thunder and lightning.

But just then, they heard a "whoosh whoosh whoosh..."

Wang Xiaotian shouted, "Watch out for hidden weapons!"

Yun Changkong turned around and saw a flash of white light, followed by a barrage of hidden weapons shooting towards him.

It turns out that the master of the altar was a treacherous person. Seeing that Chang Kong's martial arts were so formidable, he was afraid that Yin Yewang would not be able to defeat him and that his lifelong reputation would be ruined. That's why he launched a sneak attack.

He was used to doing this kind of thing.

He was renowned in the martial arts world for his skill with thirty-six throwing knives. His knives were fast and accurate, each one forged by a master craftsman from fine steel. They were as thin as willow leaves and incredibly sharp. If an opponent tried to block his throwing knives with his own weapon, his weapon would often be cut in half.

At this moment, he threw four flying knives at once, their cold light flashing like rainbows, one above, one below, one to the left, and one to the right, all aimed straight for vital points.

Having been interrupted twice in a row, Yun Changkong was furious and shouted, "This is outrageous! Do you really think I can't kill people?" His eyes flashed with brilliance, startling Yin Yewang.

Yun Changkong stretched out his palms, and the flying knife was still a foot away from him, as if it had hit an invisible barrier.

He clasped his hands together, making a "clinking" sound, and all the throwing knives were caught together.

Monk Peng was deeply moved and blurted out, "A child worships the Buddha!"

Chang Kong's method of catching hidden weapons is indeed a move from the "Arhat Subduing Tiger Fist," but it is based on the "Arhat Subduing Demon Skill," which is truly incredibly powerful.

Therefore, with such simple fist moves, he destroyed the master's lifelong skills. Such extraordinary skills in the ordinary were something that these people had never seen before, let alone a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy. They were all stunned.

"Go!" Chang Kong waved his hand, and four throwing knives flew like arrows released from a bow. Suddenly, there were four loud bangs, and four Sky Eagle Cult members lay on their backs on the ground, with a throwing knife pinned to their foreheads, motionless.

Everyone was shocked. Yun Changkong swayed slightly and, without anyone noticing, arrived in front of the altar master.

Everyone was shocked. Chang Kong had been at least ten feet away from the altar master just now, so how did he suddenly come over?

Is this the skill level that allowed him to exchange two hundred moves with Yin Wufu and his group?
Startled, Feng Tanzhu retreated, but Chang Kong reached out and grabbed his chest. Feng Tanzhu tilted his body and simultaneously chopped at Chang Kong's wrist.

Chang Kong chuckled softly: "Old man, do you still remember killing this fellow?"

With a swift turn of his right hand, he continued to grab people, while his left index and middle fingers flicked lightly. With a hiss, the altar master felt a heat in his chest and abdomen, and his body went limp. At the same time, Chang Kong grabbed his shoulder.

The altar master felt as if his five fingers were iron clamps. With a snap, his left shoulder was crushed. He groaned and his eyes rolled back.

Yun Changkong laughed and said, "Since you think you're a tough guy, I won't torture you anymore! Amitabha, farewell!"

With a slap of his right hand, he struck the top of the man's head, and with a "poof," the man's brains splattered open.

At this moment, King Yin Ye was given an opportunity.

He had already pounced with both hands.

(End of this chapter)