Yang Guo: I defied death and reached the heavens in The Return of the Condor Heroes

Yang Guo didn't want to argue with these two jealous teenagers, and then he saw Guo Fu stirring things up from the side.

Feeling helpless, he could only make up an excuse:

"Over the past year, Aunt Guo has only taught me to recite scriptures and recognize characters, but has not taught me any martial arts."

My little tricks are nothing more than common skills that come with practice.

Xiao Wu stepped forward and stood beside his elder brother, his tone far more forceful than Da Wu's:

"Brother Yang, my brother sincerely wants to learn from you, why use such evasive words?"

"We both clearly saw your exquisite skill in throwing stones just now; it was no trivial trick."

"If you're afraid to spar, just admit defeat. Why make up such excuses?"

Guo Fu was displeased upon hearing this. She stepped forward, put her hands on her hips, and blocked Yang Guo's path, coldly snorting:

"Why are you two being so aggressive?"

"Brother Yang has already made it clear that my mother did not teach him any martial arts, so why insist on competing with others?"

"Even if Brother Yang has mastered martial arts, with the skills of the two of you, you might not be able to defeat him."

Guo Fu's protective words provoked him.

Xiao Wu's jealousy and resentment flared up like oil poured on dry tinder.

Without another word, he suddenly darted out.

She bypassed Guo Fu, who was blocking Yang Guo's way, and struck Yang Guo's left shoulder with her right palm.

This move is the "Mountain-Splitting Palm," an introductory palm technique taught by Guo Jing.

This was the basic skill that Quan Jinfa, the sixth of the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan, taught to Guo Jing.

Although the force was not fierce, for a young man who had been practicing martial arts for a year, the direction of his strikes and the speed of his advances and retreats were all precise and methodical.

Both Da Wu and Guo Fu were startled.

No one expected Xiao Wu to suddenly make a move, and Guo Fu couldn't help but cry out in surprise.

In the blink of an eye, Yang Guo lightly tapped his toes back, turning his body slightly to the side by half an inch.

Xiao Wu's palm strike grazed the hem of his clothes, missing its mark entirely.

In Yang Guo's eyes, the opponent's palm strike was as slow as a frame-by-frame motion.

His relentless cultivation through the Threefold Reversal of Life had already made his five senses and spiritual awareness far surpass those of ordinary people.

The moment he saw the slightest movement on the opponent's shoulder, he had already predicted the trajectory of the palm strike.

Xiao Wu's palm strike missed its mark, causing him to lose his balance and stagger half a step before regaining his footing.

His face flushed red instantly. He had made the first move, but hadn't even managed to touch the other person's clothes.

Especially since it was in front of Guo Fu, this embarrassment and shame far outweighed any punishment from his father.

"Yang Guo! You still say you don't know martial arts!"

Xiao Wu clenched his teeth, his eyes slightly red, it was hard to tell whether it was from resentment or grievance.

"Take this!"

He focused his mind and steadied himself, then unleashed another palm strike, this time using all his strength.

Yang Guo moved with light, agile steps, never straying more than three feet from the ground.

Having been tempered by the Reverse Life Technique, his life cultivation was far superior to Xiao Wu's.

Every move his opponent made revealed its flaws to him, making dodging incredibly easy.

Before long, Xiao Wu's moves became increasingly chaotic, his breathing became heavy, and he had long lost his sense of proportion in the sparring, leaving only a heart full of resentment.

The boy's pride was hurt, and he was determined to save face in front of the person he admired.

He simply abandoned all techniques and began to punch and kick haphazardly.

Seeing this situation, Yang Guo knew that if he kept dodging, he would be in trouble.

Even if the opponent fought to the point of exhaustion, he would not give up easily and immediately stopped backing down.

Just as Xiao Wu's right palm was about to strike his own shoulder.

Yang Guo raised his right hand slightly, his five fingers gathering strength to transform his palm into a finger, and in an instant, he lightly tapped the opponent's left shoulder.

Those around him only saw a blur of movement, and no one could see the trajectory of the attack.

He didn't use his full strength, just a light touch.

The power of the dragon and tiger, which can be reversibly tempered, is far beyond what an ordinary eleven or twelve-year-old boy can withstand.

Xiao Wu suddenly felt his shoulders slump slightly, as if he had been struck by a heavy hammer, and he staggered back several steps.

He raised his hand and pressed it against his shoulder, feeling an unbearable swelling and pain in his muscles and joints.

The tingling and numb sensation spread from my shoulder and arm all the way to my fingertips. My entire left arm suddenly became weak and powerless, and I could no longer move it at all.

"Ouch...that hurts!"

Xiao Wu cried out in pain, his voice trembling with sobs, all traces of the imposing manner he had displayed earlier gone.

The various battles unfolded in the blink of an eye.

Da Wu rushed to his younger brother's side and lifted Xiao Wu's clothes to examine him carefully.

Seeing that it was just redness and swelling of the skin and flesh, and no injury to the bones and muscles, he breathed a slight sigh of relief.

He raised his eyes and glared angrily at Yang Guo.

After their mother passed away, the two brothers traveled from Jiaxing to Peach Blossom Island.

After becoming a disciple of Guo Jing and practicing martial arts day and night, he had already developed a certain arrogance in his heart.

Unexpectedly, after several exchanges, Xiao Wu couldn't even withstand a single move from his opponent and was severely injured by a single blow.

His face was now flushed with anger, and he questioned in a deep voice:

"Yang Guo, my second brother was merely sparring with you, why did you strike so hard?"

Before Yang Guo could speak...

Guo Fu had already stepped in front of him, and shouted:

"It was Xiao Wu who rashly launched a sneak attack. When did Brother Yang ever agree to spar with you?"

"Stop distorting the truth and making baseless accusations. If you continue to spout such nonsense, I will go back and report to my father and ask him to come and uphold justice."

Da Wu looked at Guo Fu, who was once again blocking Yang Guo's path, and felt a surge of jealousy.

She glanced at Xiao Wu beside her, who was biting his lower lip and had tears welling up in his eyes, and knew that she was in the wrong.

His lips moved several times, but he ultimately suppressed his anger and softened his tone:

"Sister Fu, my brother and I acted rashly. Let's call it quits here."

Da Wu said no more and reached out to help Xiao Wu up.

Xiao Wu kept his head down the whole time, his ears were red, and he didn't make a sound.

Only two somewhat forlorn figures remained, gradually disappearing into the dense foliage.

Guo Fu completely ignored the Wu brothers' departure, lifted her skirt and rushed to Yang Guo's side, her eyes shining brightly with surprise.

"Brother Yang, what kind of kung fu is that? How can you be so amazing?"

"Xiao Wu practices with his father every day, yet he can't even withstand a single move from you."

"It must have been my mother who taught you that, right? I knew it!"

"No, no, I want to learn martial arts from Mother too. The beginner palm technique Father taught me is slow and clumsy, far inferior to your skill."

The girl kept talking, making Yang Guo's ears ring, so he could only shake his head helplessly.

She grew happier as she spoke, reaching out to tug at Yang Guo's sleeve:

"Hurry, hurry, let's go find my mother now."

Yang Guo had no choice but to follow.

He turned his gaze to the place where the sun was setting and sinking into the sea, where the afterglow on the sea surface gradually disappeared and the tide slowly receded.

He silently reflected on himself:

After a year of secluded cultivation, he revealed his cultivation to others due to a momentary lapse in judgment and an inability to suppress his youthful pride. This was truly an overreaction.

But regret is useless, and then I think:

One must diligently cultivate one's spiritual and physical abilities, but if one always retreats when faced with difficulties, even if one possesses great skills, it will all be in vain.

From now on, I will no longer compromise my principles or go against my conscience in everything I do.

What you desire in your heart, you should strive to obtain; this is the fundamental way to cultivate both body and mind.

As for the details of the fight just now...

He remained indifferent, letting everyone speculate as they pleased.

However, after this incident, it will be difficult for him to secretly cultivate himself in seclusion again, and he will no longer be able to do so with ease and grace as before.

If Peach Blossom Island truly cannot accommodate me, I will find another place to settle down.

A gentle evening breeze swept across the sea, carrying the coolness of the night and cleansing Yang Guo's mind of all his chaotic thoughts.

The setting sun cast its rays upon the white sand, reflecting two figures of varying heights leaning against each other, slowly fading into the deep twilight.