Be a proper Taoist priest in The Condor Heroes

Chapter 79 Defeating the Western Poison

Ouyang Feng was struck on the shoulder by the Devastating Claw, the deep wound revealing the bone gushing blood. He let out a shrill roar of pain, his crazed eyes growing even more bloodshot.

But the excruciating pain did not make him back down; instead, it aroused the ferocity in his bones. His Toad Style internal energy surged wildly, and his sinister energy swirled like black mist. He was like a ferocious beast driven to the brink of despair, completely disregarding his own injuries, and pounced on Su Yan.

"You little thief! How dare you hurt my son's father! I'll skin you alive!"

He roared, his palms condensing their poisonous energy to the extreme. The ferocity of the Toad Style and the unpredictability of the Serpent Fist were combined into one. His left palm struck Su Yan's face directly, the palm wind carrying bone-corroding poisonous energy, while his right fist was like a serpent emerging from its hole, cunningly attacking Su Yan's lower body. Every move was deadly, and his madness revealed a ferocity that should not be underestimated.

Su Yan's eyes narrowed, and he dared not be careless in the slightest.

Although Ouyang Feng was seriously injured, his inner strength remained, and his reckless counterattack was even more powerful.

His footwork changed swiftly, and he used the Quanzhen Lightness Skill to its fullest extent. His figure dodged like a ghost. At the same time, his left hand used the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top Palm Technique. The palm force was contained but not revealed, accurately deflecting the fierce force of Ouyang Feng's left palm. His right hand condensed the cold energy of the Frost-Treading Ice-Breaking Fist and directly attacked the opponent's right fist attack. The cold energy invaded along the fist path, trying to block the circulation of his internal energy.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two muffled thuds rang out in succession. Taking advantage of the momentum, Su Yan took three steps back, dissipating the residual force in the opponent's palm and fist. He felt a piercing numbness in his palm. Ouyang Feng's poisonous energy was indeed domineering. Even though it did not hit directly, the residual force still carried a cold and bone-corroding feeling.

He dared not delay: his internal energy circulated rapidly, forcing back the slight poisonous force that had invaded his body, while secretly observing Ouyang Feng's condition.

The old man's breathing was erratic, and his wounds were bleeding profusely. Although his attacks were fierce, he was already showing signs of fatigue. With each exertion, the wound on his shoulder would tear even more, clearly indicating that he was at his last gasp.

"Now!"

Su Yan's heart stirred, seizing the fleeting moment when Ouyang Feng's old strength was exhausted and his new strength had not yet arisen. He stopped dodging, gathered all the internal energy in his body, and integrated the fierce power of the Great Subduing Demon Fist, pouring it all into his right palm. The palm wind suddenly surged, carrying a righteous aura, and struck Ouyang Feng's vital chest.

This punch embodies all of Su Yan's strength after breaking through to the top level, and incorporates his practical combat experience. It combines hardness and softness, with a long-lasting aftereffect. The seemingly simple punch actually contains layers of power, aiming to defeat the enemy in one strike.

Ouyang Feng's pupils contracted sharply. He tried to dodge, but it was too late. He could only hastily circulate his remaining internal energy to protect himself. However, his old energy was exhausted and new energy had not yet been generated. His protective internal energy was already weak, and coupled with the restraint of his shoulder injury, he could not withstand Su Yan's full-force attack at all.

"puff-

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Su Yan's fist landed solidly on Ouyang Feng's chest. The force of his palm instantly penetrated Ouyang Feng's protective internal energy, reaching his internal organs. The aftereffects piled up like waves, exploding violently within his body.

Ouyang Feng suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood, mixed with fragments of internal organs. His body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the dilapidated beams and pillars of the ruined temple with a dull thud. The beams and pillars snapped in response, and dust fell in a flurry.

Ouyang Feng struggled to his feet, his chest heaving violently, black blood gushing from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes remained fierce, filled with resentment and madness, as he roared.

"Wang—Wang Shenyang! You just wait!"

He then looked at Liu Jingyuan in the dilapidated temple, his eyes filled with resentment and heartache, and said from the bottom of his heart.

"Son, your father can't defeat this villain. I'll come back to save you after I've recovered from my injuries!"

Before the words had even finished, he dared not linger any longer. He staggered out of the dilapidated temple, his movements swift despite his staggering, and disappeared into the forests on the outskirts of the city in the blink of an eye, leaving only a series of frenzied roars that gradually faded into the distance.

Su Yan stood still, slowly withdrawing his palm, slightly out of breath, with fine beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.

Although he was not injured, he had fought fiercely with Ouyang Feng, a veteran of the Five Greats, for a long time, which had greatly depleted his internal energy. He also had to be constantly on guard against the opponent's poisonous skills and crazy moves, so he was under great mental tension.

Looking in the direction Ouyang Feng had left, he sighed inwardly.

"The name of the Western Poison is indeed well-deserved! We are both at the top level, but his decades of experience in martial arts have given him a much deeper foundation than mine. If he hadn't been so mad that he made many mistakes and I hadn't seized the opportunity to strike with all my might, this duel would probably not have ended like this."

Just then, a slight noise came from inside the dilapidated temple.

Su Yan turned her head and saw that Liu Jingyuan had sat up from the haystack. His face was still pale, but he was able to move with difficulty. He had obviously heard the fighting outside and learned that Ouyang Feng had been defeated. There was no gratitude on his face. Instead, his expression was solemn, and his gaze toward Su Yan was somewhat distant and wary.

"I hit it off with that old man immediately, and he even saved my life."

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Liu Jingyuan spoke slowly, his voice hoarse but carrying an undeniable resolve.

"Furthermore, I have my own choices, so I won't trouble Young Master Su to meddle in my affairs."

He said it was like meeting an old friend, but anyone with eyes could see what he was really up to.

Although Ouyang Feng is mad, his martial arts skills are unfathomable. If we can take advantage of his madness, we might be able to eliminate more of the remnants related to the Liu family's massacre, and even use his power to establish ourselves as a powerful figure in the martial arts world.

As for Ouyang Feng's madness, as long as we go along with him and acknowledge the "father-son" relationship, we might be able to use him for our own purposes.

These blatant lies made Su Ye, who was standing nearby, turn pale with anger. She couldn't help but step forward and shout angrily.

"You're truly hopeless!"

Su Yan stood to the side, listening to Liu Jingyuan's words, and sighed as well.

However, it's hard to persuade a damned ghost with kind words; everyone has their own destiny.

Liu Jingyuan was merely blinded by the hatred of his family's massacre, with only the obsession for revenge in his eyes. It was indeed understandable that he would act in this way in order to achieve his goal.

Seeing the calculation and obsession hidden deep in Liu Jingyuan's eyes, he completely gave up the idea of ​​persuading him.

Su Yan took out the yellowed scroll of "Zhenyue Saber Manual" from his bosom, walked up to Liu Jingyuan, and gently placed the manual on the pile of dry grass beside him.

"This is your family's secret manual; return it to its rightful owner. You'd better watch yourself."

After saying that, he didn't look at Liu Jingyuan again, nor did he pay attention to whether there was surprise, guilt or other expression on the other's face. He turned around and reached out to Su Ye, who was still angry.

Su Ye was biting her lower lip, her chest heaving slightly with anger, her almond-shaped eyes wide open, staring intently at Liu Jingyuan as if she were about to breathe fire.

Seeing Su Yan reach out, she was filled with resentment, but she knew his temperament, so she could only stomp her foot and say something to Liu Jingyuan.

"Ungrateful wretch."

Only then did he follow Su Yan and walk out of the dilapidated temple.

The wind outside the dilapidated temple grew stronger, whipping up the withered grass and dust on the ground, making a rustling sound as it hit the hem of my clothes.

Having walked only a few dozen steps from the dilapidated temple, Su Yan was pondering the rest of the journey. The road to Zhongnan Mountain was long and arduous, and the Mongol forces were stirring again, so he had to hurry on his way.

Just then, a sound of branches and leaves shaking violently suddenly came from the dense forest next to the dilapidated temple behind them!

"Whoosh!"

A dark figure darted out of the dense forest like a ghost, moving with astonishing speed, and the gust of wind it generated caused the surrounding weeds to bend to both sides.

Su Yan abruptly stopped, instinctively raising his internal energy and twitching his fingertips in a state of alertness. Only after seeing the person's appearance did he slowly relax a little, though his eyes grew even more profound.

The visitor was none other than Ouyang Feng, who had returned after leaving.

The wound on his shoulder didn't seem to affect his movements; he remained swift, his disheveled face bearing a maniacal smile as he rushed straight into the dilapidated temple.

In the blink of an eye, he rushed out carrying Liu Jingyuan.

"Hahaha! Son! I told you I'd come to save you, wasn't I smart!"

Ouyang Feng laughed maniacally, using his lightness skill to its fullest extent. His figure was like a black lightning bolt, speeding away in the opposite direction from where he had left. His mad laughter echoed in the empty suburbs, gradually dissipating among the distant mountains, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Su Yan stood there, gazing in the direction they had left, and remained silent for a moment.

The wind swept the withered grass past his feet, bringing with it the crisp scent of the mountains and forests. He slowly withdrew his gaze, and the last ripple in his eyes returned to calm.

Some choices, once made, offer no turning back.

"Let's go, we can't delay over there in Zhongnan Mountain."