The Legend of the Condor Heroes

Ouyang Ke did not dare to meet this attack head on, so he flexed his body and jumped back.

"A very close call!" Li Sheng said in his heart. He turned his body around to face his opponent again. His martial art was inferior to Ouyang Ke's exquisite moves. They have fought thirty, forty moves and already his life was dangerously threatened five, six times. Fortunately he could always use the [divine dragon swings its tail] to get out of trouble.

"Looks like Hong Qigong only passed on this single move to him," Huang Rong whispered to Guo Jing. Guo Jing nodded. He recalled the time when Hong Qigong passed the 'Proud Dragon Show Remorse' and he fought Liang Ziweng over and over using this single move. Then later on Hong Qigong taught him a total of fifteen moves; while this important figure in the Beggar Clan only knew one move. His heart swelled with gratitude toward Hong Qigong.

In the meantime Ouyang Ke had increased the intensity of his attacks, and step-by-step he forced Li Sheng toward a corner. Earlier Ouyang Ke sent his fierce attacks without any particular target, but now his moves were intended to prevent Li Sheng from turning around and launching his backward palm. Li Sheng understood his intention very well, so he worked hard to step back into the middle of the room.

Suddenly Ouyang Ke let out a long laugh; he whirled the fist straight up from below hitting Li Sheng's chin. Li Sheng stammered in pain, he cried in alarm. He tried to stretch his hand to counterattack, but he was a split second too late. Ouyang Ke's fist had struck its target. Li Sheng was hit five, six times on the head and chest. He felt dizzy, his body weakened, he wobbled and fell to the ground.

The Beggar Clan people rushed to help, but Ouyang Ke turned around, grabbed two of the front most attackers and threw them to the wall. They fainted immediately. The rest of the beggars did not dare to continue.

"What do you think I am to think that a bunch of stinky beggars would deceive me so easily?" Ouyang Ke sneered. He clapped his hands and two female disciples came out dragging a young woman along. Her hands were tied behind her back, her face weary, tears flowed down her cheeks; she was none other than Miss Cheng.

Everybody, including Huang Rong and Guo Jing, was shocked and baffled.

Ouyang Ke waved his hand and his disciples took Miss Cheng back inside. With a smug expression he said, "When the old beggar went into the sack, I worked downstairs inviting Miss Cheng and went back here immediately to wait for the rest of you."

The beggars looked at each other in blank dismay, they thought this time they lost big time.

Ouyang Ke casually waved his fan and mocked, "The Beggar Clan's name is well-known throughout the world. Today I have seen it with my own eyes, a fame that will make people laugh until their teeth fall out of their mouths! Your special skills of stealing chicken, stroking dogs, begging for food, catching snakes, I have seen them all. Now, do you still dare to mingle in your Young Master's business? I am willing to spare this old beggar's life, but I must take his two lights as a souvenir." After saying that, he stretched out two fingers toward Li Sheng's eyes.

"Hold it!" suddenly a voice called out. A man leaped into the hall and immediately sent an attack toward Ouyang Ke.

Ouyang Ke sensed the swiftness and fierceness of the attack; he moved sideways to evade, but still could not get out of the wind. His body shook and he was forced to draw back two steps. He could not help but secretly startled. "Ever since I left the western region I had fought many skilled masters; who is this man who has an unexpectedly high martial art skill?" He turned his eyes toward the newcomer and once again he was startled; since he had fought Guo Jing before at the Zhao Palace. His martial art was only average; how did his palm carry a profound strength just now?

"You have committed all kinds of evil, but instead of repenting you wanted to injure this good man. Do you really not consider the heroes of the Jianghu anymore?" Guo Jing scolded.

Ouyang Ke thought that Guo Jing's last attack was just a coincidence. He looked down on Guo Jing, "Are you one of those 'heroes'?" he mockingly asked.

"I do not dare to call myself a hero," Guo Jing answered. "But with all due respect I am asking you to release Miss Cheng and then return to the west immediately."

"And what if I don't want to listen to your childish request?" Ouyang Ke smirked.

Before Guo Jing had a chance to reply, Huang Rong called from outside the window, "Brother Jing, just punch this bastard!"

Ouyang Ke heard Huang Rong's voice, his spirit was shaken. "Miss Huang, you want me to release Miss Cheng, that is easy, as long as you follow me wherever I go. Not only Miss Cheng, but I will also release all my female disciples; moreover, I will promise you not to take any other female disciple. Wouldn't that be good?"

Huang Rong leaped inside the hall, smiling she said, "That is very good! We are going to tour the western region. Brother Jing, are you coming?"

Ouyang Ke shook his head, "No, I want you to come with me. I don't want this stinky kid to come along," he said, still smiling.

Huang Rong was angry, her palm slapped backward. "You dare to scold him? You are the stinky one!" she loudly shouted.

Ouyang Ke was mesmerized with Huang Rong's gracefulness and her sweet smile while talking to him. She looked so innocent yet free. His spirit was captured. Who would have thought that she abruptly turned hostile? He did not guard against her, plus Huang Rong was using the exquisite move from the [fallen flower divine sword palm], the ultimate in palm technique. So his left cheek was slapped. Fortunately Huang Rong did not use her full strength; but his face was burning in pain nonetheless.

"Bah!" Ouyang Ke spat. His left hand suddenly stretched out toward Huang Rong's breast. Huang Rong did not elude him; she threw both hands toward the top of his head. Ouyang Ke was lascivious, seeing Huang Rong did not move, he was delighted. While ignoring the blow on his head he caressed his hand on her breast. Who would have thought that as soon as his fingers touched her clothes, he felt stabbing pain. Suddenly it dawned on him, "She is wearing the soft hedgehog armor." Luckily he was being frivolous that he did not use much strength. Quickly he lifted his arm to parry her blow.

"It's not easy for you to hit me," Huang Rong smiled. "I can hit you, but you can't hit me."

Ouyang Ke was exasperated; he could not enrage Huang Rong, so he vented his anger toward Guo Jing. "Let me kill this kid first, I hope her feeling toward him will die," he thought. So while his eyes fixed on Huang Rong, his leg flew backward toward Guo Jing's chest. This leg movement was swift and ruthless. It was the Western Poison Ouyang Feng's unique family skill. It was difficult to fend off. Once the leg hit its target, the ribcage would be fractured toward the lung.

Guo Jing did not have enough time to jump back, so he turned his body around and launched a backward palm. With a loud crash Guo Jing's palm hit Ouyang Ke's leg, while Ouyang Ke's leg hit Guo Jing's chest almost simultaneously. Both men felt searing pain to the bone. They turned their bodies around facing each other and staring at each other angrily; immediately they attacked each other.