Chapter 28: One Thing Subdues Another, Iron Leg Immortal Repels the Enemy
“Master Ouyang, since we are acquainted, why not go to Songhe Tower for a drink together.”
Amidst the clamor of voices, lanterns hung along the street illuminated the blue tiles and overhanging eaves of the restaurants and wine houses. Wanyan Kang stood on the long street, watching Ouyang Ke walk away, and said this.
That day, Zhou Yan and Huyan Lei escorted a caravan out of the city. On their way back past the Prince’s Manor, Wanyan Kang had just returned from his outing. He initially looked down on the five great experts hired by Wanyan Honglie, but after being lectured by the Great Jin King, he learned that Ouyang Ke was the nephew of the renowned Western Venom, and his attitude instantly changed.
Wanyan Kang wished to become a disciple of Ouyang Feng, so he naturally wanted to befriend Ouyang Ke.
The Young Master of White Camel Mountain needed to rely on Wanyan Honglie to achieve his goals, so he naturally also needed to befriend Wanyan Kang.
The two had their own objectives and shared common interests, and as they interacted, they became close.
During this time, Wanyan Kang took Ouyang Ke to tour famous scenic spots around Daxing Prefecture, frequented high-end restaurants, and diligently cultivated their relationship.
The moon rises above the willow branches, and lovers meet after dusk.
Wanyan Kang and Ouyang Ke went to Songhe Tower, but by chance, they encountered Zhou Yan.
In the Little Prince’s view, since he was an old acquaintance of the Young Master of White Camel Mountain, he was undoubtedly an extraordinary person, at least in martial arts, and could be befriended.
Little did he know they were enemies.
Ouyang Ke, having been tricked by Zhou Yan with lime, did not rush to the Prince’s Manor. First, he had his concubines use silk handkerchiefs to gently remove the lime powder, then he hurried into the city to buy sesame oil for cleaning.
After his eyes had completely healed, he then went to Zhao Wang Manor. In front of Wanyan Honglie and his son, he did not mention a word about being schemed against. Jianghu figures value face above all else.
Especially people like Ouyang Ke.
Wanyan Kang was unaware and a misunderstanding arose, hence he loudly invited them.
Ouyang Ke’s movements were incredibly fast, and he was already behind Zhou Yan. He was prepared and naturally not worried about the lime powder. The Young Master of White Camel Mountain grinned sinisterly, “Kid, where do you think you’re going.”
As Ouyang Ke spoke, he struck, aiming a palm at Zhou Yan’s vital point on his back.
Zhou Yan did not flee wildly. Doing so would have attracted the opponent’s attention even if he hadn’t been exposed. Therefore, he put on his ring and, as he moved forward, pushed his strength and spirit to their peak.
He exposed his back seemingly without any defense because he possessed two killing moves of the “Subduing Dragon Eighteen Palms.”
Ouyang Ke had already attacked when he spoke. Zhou Yan heard the sound of wind behind him and felt a slight sensation on his clothes. In that instant, he counter-attacked with a horizontal chop, unleashing “Shenlong Tail Whip.”
The dust kicked up by Ouyang Ke’s figure on the long street suddenly caved in, and with a “bang,” ripples spread out.
Zhou Yan felt as if his palm had struck cotton. His internal energy radiated outwards but vanished like a clay ox entering the sea. Immediately, a powerful internal force surged from the opponent’s palm like a charging cavalry, crashing towards him.
He retreated rapidly. Under the bright streetlights, Ouyang Ke let out a low growl, and a sensation of initial pain followed by numbness spread from his palm.
The Young Master of White Camel Mountain was enraged and had also been tricked by the hidden weapon on the opponent’s finger.
However, in terms of palm force confrontation, he knew Zhou Yan’s internal force was far inferior to his. He had only one thought: to quickly defeat the opponent, retrieve the antidote, and settle the score after detoxifying.
Clear moonlight poured down from the night sky, then was broken through by Ouyang Ke’s white figure, and in Zhou Yan’s vision, the opponent almost instantly erased the several zhang distance between them.
He calmly thought, if he were to use “Kanglong Regret,” in his haste, Ouyang Ke should also use his defensive ultimate skill, “Spirit Snake Fist.” As long as they engaged in close combat, the opponent, poisoned and lacking stamina, could escape.
In just a moment, Zhou Yan acted according to his deduction. He slightly bent his left leg, curved his right arm inwards, drew a circle with his right palm, and with a whoosh, pushed outwards.
Ouyang Ke did not recognize this move, but seeing its fierce momentum, he dared not be careless. In a flash, he sidestepped and countered with a punch.
Zhou Yan used “Fan Lai Shen Shou” (Hand Reaching for Food) from the “Free and Easy Journey” fist techniques to block. Ouyang Ke’s arm became like a soft whip, bending in the air. It clearly looked like his fist was striking to the left, but suddenly it turned and aimed for Zhou Yan’s shoulder.
Zhou Yan was waiting for this opportunity.
With a “bang,” the moment Ouyang Ke’s fist struck his shoulder, Zhou Yan inwardly rotated and clasped his left and right hands, using Yue Family Sanshou to grip Ouyang Ke’s elbows.
The sound of cracking wind and the rapid footsteps echoed intensely. The muscles on Zhou Yan’s iron arms were twisted together like pythons. Ouyang Ke’s body was spun around, and the two figures moved like a grinding millstone, crashing into the nearby restaurant.
With a loud crash, Ouyang Ke’s body, which had been suddenly separated, smashed into the tables and chairs on the side. Zhou Yan landed, rolled up, grabbed a bench, and swung it down at Ouyang Ke’s head.
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At a table by the south window of the restaurant, a Taoist priest with long, elegant eyebrows and eyes, and a sparse three-tuft black beard beneath his chin, resembling a meticulously groomed immortal, had watched the entire exchange between Zhou Yan and Ouyang Ke. He was quite surprised, thinking that the young man was using Hong Bangzhu’s Subduing Dragon Eighteen Palms, and wondered if he was his disciple. The white-robed young master’s boxing style seemed to be from the lineage of Western Venom Ouyang Feng. This was strange, a disciple of Hong Bangzhu fighting someone connected to Western Venom.
As he thought this, with a loud bang, the two figures crashed into the restaurant, shattering tables and chairs, and splashing soup. The young man, who was suspected to be Hong Bangzhu’s disciple, was smashing down with a bench.
The white-robed young master reached out to block. With a loud crack, he was sent tumbling out.
The young man leaped out of the restaurant and disappeared into the crowd.
The Taoist priest flickered and pursued.
Wanyan Kang rushed over at this moment.
The Little Prince never expected that Ouyang Ke’s mention of meeting an acquaintance would lead to such an intense fistfight, and that Ouyang Ke seemed to be at a disadvantage.
He naturally intended to help.
“Little Prince, catch that person.” Ouyang Ke got up and staggered out in pursuit. As Wanyan Kang was about to use his agility to rush forward, the Taoist priest suddenly appeared in front of him and said sternly, “Your name is Wanyan Kang, and your master has a red mole on his left cheek, is that correct?”
Wanyan Kang was startled and was about to ask how the other party knew when he suddenly saw the Taoist priest’s eyes shoot towards him like lightning.
He took a step back and said, “Who are you?”
The Taoist priest snorted coldly and channeled energy into his right foot.
With a “snap,” dust scattered from the blue brick. The Taoist priest no longer spoke, turned with incredible speed, and disappeared into the crowd, heading in the direction Zhou Yan had vanished.
Wanyan Kang’s gaze dropped, and he saw a clear footprint on the blue brick.
He gasped. He could barely manage to leave a footprint himself, but there were no cracks in the surrounding brick and stone. He could not compare to such internal force.
As Wanyan Kang thought this, he suddenly shivered, his expression changing slightly, “He is Iron Leg Immortal Yuyangzi.”
Ouyang Ke had also heard the conversation between the Taoist priest and Wanyan Kang. He took out a porcelain bottle from his bosom, quickly swallowed a few detoxification pills, and then asked, “Does the Little Prince know this Taoist priest?”
Wanyan Kang did not answer but asked in return, his eyes revealing shrewdness, “Master Ouyang, what exactly happened?”
“Let’s catch that kid first.”
“Is there some misunderstanding?”
“What do you mean?”
“That Taoist priest just stopped me. He is from the Quanzhen Sect.”
Ouyang Ke was stunned. After realizing what was said, he replied, “That kid isn’t from the Quanzhen Sect, he’s not a Taoist.”
“Master Ouyang, how are your injuries?”
“That kid was despicable and injured me with a poisoned hidden weapon.”
“Master Ouyang, quickly return to my manor with me. Ginseng Immortal can detoxify. Don’t worry, this is Zhongdu, and I will definitely find that kid.”
Wanyan Kang said this. Ouyang Ke, thinking of the poison in his body, felt lingering fear and gave up the idea of pursuing Zhou Yan. He cupped his hands and said, “Thank you, Little Prince.”
“Master Ouyang, you are too polite.”
In the night, Ouyang Ke and Wanyan Kang left in a hurry.
