Huang Rong from The Return of the Condor Heroes: Brother Jing, let's get a divorce.

Wu Dunru's sword thrust was fast and at a good angle.

The sword's edge cut through the wind, heading straight for Yang Guo's right shoulder.

Yang Guo cried out, "Ouch! Murder!"

He covered his head with his hands, turned around, and disappeared into the crowd.

After missing his target with his sword, Wu Dunru sneered, "Kid! Too late to run now!"

He drew his sword and gave chase.

He was determined to teach Yang Guo a lesson, relying on his years of experience learning the Quanzhen Swordplay.

The onlookers, including refugees and guards, were relieved to see this.

Several martial arts figures were still muttering to themselves nearby.

"this one?"

"I thought he was going to be tough."

"Young Master Wu's swordsmanship is truly remarkable."

"One move and he scared them away."

Wu Dunru heard someone praising him behind his back.

He straightened his back even more.

The two people walked around a cart.

Yang Guo staggered.

He seemed to be crawling around haphazardly.

But every time Wu Dunru's sword tip was about to touch the hem of his clothes, he would trip over the potholes on the ground.

They managed to escape through this extremely dangerous situation.

This is where Yang Guo's fun lies.

In his previous life, he worked on film sets for over a decade.

What is "acting skills"?

Acting skills are not simply about memorizing lines fluently.

Instead, it allows the actor playing opposite the character to be completely unaware that they are being led by the nose.

The direction of this scene was already determined before Wu Dunru even drew his sword.

Wu Dunru was furious.

He quickened his pace.

Yang Guo took a step back.

He stepped on a loose stone slab with his left foot and lurched forward.

His right hand landed on Wu Dunru's forearm as he fell.

These five fingers look like they're grabbing someone and using them for leverage.

In fact, his index and middle fingers precisely pressed into the Jingqu acupoint on the inside of Wu Dunru's forearm.

A trace of extremely weak internal energy emanated from his fingertips.

The internal energy quietly seeped into Wu Dunru's Hand Taiyin Lung Meridian.

This technique is extremely sophisticated.

Yang Guo did not use the powerful and penetrating force of the One-Finger Divine Skill.

He borrowed the Yin-Yang balance characteristic of the Qiankun Technique and kneaded a wisp of true energy into a Yin-soft substance.

This vital energy seeped into the gaps between the acupoints.

This kind of true energy does not damage the meridians or leave any trace.

It only travels between muscles and tendons, specifically creating a feeling of soreness and weakness.

A top-notch expert might be able to detect the anomaly.

But Wu Dunru's level of cultivation was so low that he couldn't even tell that he had been tricked.

Wu Dunru's hand holding the sword suddenly went sore.

That soreness shot from my wrist straight up to my shoulder.

He almost lost his grip on the sword.

He knew something was wrong, but when he looked down, he realized something was amiss.

Yang Guo was lying on the ground, shrinking back in terror.

This doesn't look like a sneak attack; it looks more like someone who's been frightened and is scratching around wildly.

"I'm telling you, sir, I really have no money!"

"Can't you just talk the talk?!"

Yang Guo lay on the ground and waved his hands repeatedly.

His voice was choked with sobs.

Wu Dunru gritted his teeth and forced himself to endure the soreness.

He swung his sword again.

Yang Guo rolled on the ground.

He got up and continued running around the cart.

"Stop hitting! Stop hitting!"

"Let's talk this out!"

Wu Dunru's move, "White Rainbow Piercing the Sun," aimed straight at Yang Guo's back.

Yang Guo slipped and fell backward.

Wu Dunru, unable to stop his momentum, took two more steps forward.

Yang Guo's right foot, clad in a tattered cloth shoe, landed squarely on Wu Dunru's left instep.

The two were very close together.

Those watching couldn't see the movements under their feet at all.

Yang Guo used a portion of the internal energy from the Qiankun Technique to deliver this kick.

The hidden force seeped into Wu Dunru's foot bones through the sole of his shoe.

The bones on the dorsum of the foot are arranged in a dense pattern.

This area is a sensitive point where meridians converge.

This amount of internal force, when poured in, will neither damage bones nor break tendons.

But the pain can travel from the soles of your feet all the way to the back of your head.

Wu Dunru felt as if he had been struck by an iron hammer on the back of his left foot.

He gasped in pain.

Tears almost welled up in my eyes.

He was about to open his mouth and scream.

Yang Guo had already gotten up.

He seemed to have been tripped by a vagrant carrying a load, and he crashed into Wu Dunru.

When Yang Guo's shoulder bumped into Wu Dunru's chest, his right elbow inadvertently struck Wu Dunru's acupoint at the center of his chest.

The force wasn't strong.

To outsiders, it just looked like he panicked and bumped into something.

Wu Dunru felt a tightness in his chest that made him feel nauseous.

The Tanzhong acupoint is an important acupoint on the Ren meridian.

After being elbowed, a surge of pent-up anger rose from his chest.

He almost threw up on the spot.

Just then, the onlookers, both martial artists and government troops, burst into cheers.

"good!"

"Young Master Wu has amazing kung fu skills!"

"One sword strike was enough to force them to run away in panic, covering their heads!"

"That's natural."

"It's a piece of cake for Master Guo's disciple to deal with such a petty thief."

"Look at that kid, he's being forced to jump around by Young Master Wu."

"He didn't even have a chance to fight back!"

Yang Guo mentally gave these onlookers a perfect score.

With them present, the effect of the play doubled.

The louder the shouts from those around him, the less Wu Dunru dared to cry out in pain.

What's this called?

This is called social kidnapping.

Those who did live streaming in their past lives understand this principle best.

The audience has put you on the platform.

Even if you break your leg, you have to finish the dance with a smile.

Wu Dunru clenched his teeth so tightly they made a grinding sound.

His left foot was in excruciating pain, his chest felt tight, and his wrist was aching.

But hearing the praise around him, he swallowed back the scream.

He forced himself to stand up straight and struck a pose.

His right hand, which was holding the sword, was trembling.

You also have to pretend to be nonchalant.

Cold sweat dripped down his chin from his forehead.

Yang Guo bounced off Wu Dunru.

He hurriedly ran three steps away.

He was making groaning noises.

Then he plopped down on the ground.

"Hero, spare my life!"

"Hero, spare my life!"

Wu Dunru chased after Yang Guo and kicked him in the waist.

Yang Guo tilted his body and dodged to the side.

He braced himself with his hand on the ground.

The fingertips of the five fingers struck with precision the instant Wu Dunru's ankle passed by.

She flicked his Jiexi acupoint under his trouser leg with her fingertip.

The angle of this shot was extremely tricky.

Jiexi acupoint is located at the transverse crease where the dorsum of the foot meets the tibia.

It controls the movement of the tendons at the front of the lower leg.

Yang Guo was not flicking the acupoints themselves.

He was plucking the thin tendon below the acupoint.

If the tendons loosen, the ankle loses its point of leverage.

Wu Dunru immediately lost weight on his right ankle.

His kick went astray.

He leaned forward and almost fell headfirst to the ground.

He used his sword to lean on the ground to barely steady himself.

But this move is extremely awkward.

His legs were swaying, almost like he was drunk.

"Young Master Wu, watch your step!"

Someone nearby kindly offered a reminder.

Wu Dunru's lips twitched.

He almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

Watch your step?

His feet were ruined by this guy rolling around on the ground!

Yang Guo's story isn't over yet.

As he scrambled to his feet, his elbow struck Wu Dunru's Zhangmen acupoint on his side in his haste.

The impact left half of Wu Dunru's body numb.

He could barely lift his hand to hold the sword.

From the first acupoint to the last acupoint.

It passes through Qu, Tanzhong, Jiexi, and Zhangmen.

This follows a complete meridian inhibition chain.

The four acupoints belong to four different meridians, and pressing any one of them individually will not be fatal.

The effect is outstanding when four are stacked together.

This directly reduced the blood circulation in the right half of Wu Dunru's body by 60%.

Yang Guo finished all of this in less than the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea.

He appeared to have been struck by eleven swords from Wu Dunru.

In reality, not a single sword touched him.

Wu Dunru is now experiencing hand pain and chest tightness.

My ankle feels weak and the top of my left foot hurts.

Half of his body was numb, but no injuries could be found on his body.

The guy across from me, covered in dirt and grime, was clearly beaten to a pulp by me.

Why am I the one who gets more and more tired the more I fight?

He gritted his teeth and remained silent.

He endured all these awkward situations head-on.

If he complains of pain or discomfort in front of so many people...

That would be tantamount to admitting that you're all talk and no action but actually useless.

Yang Guo was overjoyed.

This kid was so obsessed with saving face back in Peach Blossom Island that he suffered for it.

Nothing has changed at all.

How impressive it was when we beat him up back then!

He punched him and then used his elbow to hit him in the face.

Two against one, and they even acted as if it were their own business.

If I don't let you experience what it means to have unspeakable suffering today, then...

Yang Guo felt he had wronged all the punches and kicks he had endured since his transmigration.

On the other side, Lu Wushuang and Wu Xiuwen were also engaged in a fierce battle.

Wu Xiuwen's longsword was being pressed down by Lu Wushuang's willow-leaf scimitar.

His swordsmanship was more aggressive than Wu Dunru's.

His moves are intricate and his attacks are ruthless.

But the hard injury on his foot was too obvious.

The footwork learned on Peach Blossom Island and the foundation of Quanzhen swordsmanship are like two separate things.

When the upper body attacks fiercely, the lower body can't keep up.

Yang Guo saw this flaw clearly.

When Guo Jing passed on his skills, he grafted his own methods onto the Quanzhen School.

The footwork accompanying the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms is characterized by its expansive and dynamic movements.

They followed the approach of using force to overcome skill.

The foundation of Quanzhen swordsmanship lies in the fact that the steps follow the sword and the sword can be turned at will.

The core of the two systems is in conflict with each other.

Both Da Wu and Xiao Wu are of average talent.

They didn't have the profound internal strength of Guo Jing to forcibly mend the situation.

The skills developed through such training turned out to be half-cooked.

Lu Wushuang practiced the Yi Jin Duan Gu technique.

Although her internal strength was not as great as Yang Guo's.

But it's more than enough to deal with Wu Xiuwen.

She didn't confront him directly at all.

The serpentine, acrobatic movements were unleashed.

Her waist and spine moved like a snake.

Each time he dodged, he slid close to the edge of the sword.

Wu Xiuwen slashed seven or eight times but didn't even touch the hem of her clothes.

"How many years have you been practicing your swordsmanship?"

Lu Wushuang tilted her head to dodge a horizontal slash.

She casually tapped Wu Xiuwen's elbow with the back of her knife.

"Shut up!"

Wu Xiuwen spoke up in anger.

He added three-tenths of his strength to the strike.

Lu Wushuang advanced instead of retreating.

Wu Xiuwen's elbow joint went numb.

His swordplay paused for a moment.

Taking advantage of this brief moment, Lu Wushuang slid forward.

He slashed upwards with the willow-leaf-shaped dagger in his hand.

The knife didn't touch the meat.

But the blade cut a gash in his clothes across his chest.

The fine silk robe was torn open with a large slit.

A white undershirt peeked out from the gap.

"Yo."

"It's quite clean inside."

Lu Wushuang was sharp-tongued.

Wu Xiuwen was furious.

Before she could retaliate, Lu Wushuang turned around.

The tip of the knife grazed past his belt.

She simply unbuttoned it.

Lu Wushuang put a lot of thought into this strike.

The willow-leaf curved knife has a narrow back and a thin blade.

The tip of the blade is the finest and has the highest precision.

Her stroke was by no means random.

She used her serpentine waist strength to make an arc-shaped cut with her wrist.

Blade specifically chose the seam between the button and the strap.

A heavier knife wouldn't achieve this level of precision.

But the lightness and agility of the willow-leaf scimitar are just right.

Wu Xiuwen felt a loosening around his waist.

He instinctively reached for his belt with one hand.

This moment of distraction exposed the weakness in his lower body.

Lu Wushuang swept his right foot horizontally.

She kicked him hard in the back of the knee with her toe.

Wu Xiuwen bent his knees.

He knelt on the ground.

"stand up."

Lu Wushuang sheathed her sword and took a step back.

She gave a sneer with a crooked smile.

Why are you kneeling before me?

"I don't take on apprentices."

Wu Xiuwen's face turned bright red.

When he got up from the ground, he still had to hold his belt with one hand.

Because if the button is loose, it will fall down if you don't press it back on.

His clothes were torn in a large hole and his belt was loose.

Half of his body was in a sorry state.

This appearance was observed by onlookers.

Two young refugees almost burst out laughing.

Wu Xiuwen bit his teeth so hard they almost broke.

He pointed the sword forward.

"You just wait!"

"You just wait!"

"What are you waiting for?"

"Wait until you've pulled up your pants?"

Lu Wushuang held the knife in front of him.

She didn't even glance at him.

"You dare to embarrass yourself with your mediocre skills?"